I, like a gimbled spirit in the hardened happening, do not move while moving in the movement.

 

I AM freedom. I AM wonder. I am the all, looking through a microscope into My Self.

 

            In the living moment of God we cross over from the death called separation into the life of Living Oneness. In the living moment of God naught is inanimate. In the living moment of God, I, personally, am nothing, and Eye, impersonally, am all.

 

You grow from the lower to the higher, from the profane to the sublime. You walk across the border, so to speak, and suddenly you are manifesting being, rather than being manifested.

 

When 'I' disappears, nothing is lost, not even 'I'. You negate the self which cannot be negated; you lose the inside and become the outside; the one becomes none and then many.

The sacrifice of empty nobodiness allows the Spirit into all those around you. You become the non-existent common ground between Heaven and Earth; you become the Ghost through which the Host prepares the Banquet.

 

 “We sit together,

the mountain and I,

until only the mountain remains.”

Li Po

 

“Man as he now is has ceased to be the All. But when he ceases to be a separate individual, he raises himself again and permeates the universe.”

Plotinus