#pure divinity

It’s 8am and I watched the first episode last night (fucking VEREENA CRAWLING ON THE CEILING LIKE THE CONJURING NOPE NOPE NOPE I THINK THE FUCK NOT, also I was almost disappointed because I thought they rewrote Nivellen’s backstory to make him more likeable until that FUCKING LAST SECOND ON THE STEPS WHEN HE REVEALED HOW HE REALLY GOT CURSED, ALSO THE COURTYARD AND FIGHT SCENE IS EXACTLY HOW I PICTURED IT IN MY HEAD)

Student:

You said: "She doesn't seek to be recognized, for she is the essence of all recognition."

She is in no rush for recognition, for she is all there is. There are many rooms in my mother's home, each is as it is. Embraced by her and in her completely. In one there appeared a farmer, plowing his field, and although there is sowing and reaping, his experience is timeless, and HER experience is without any want.

Master:

🌸:

In the tapestry of existence, every thread, every color, every weave is SHE. She dances in the monotony and in the extraordinary, in the mundane and in the mystical. The farmer plowing his field, the stars shimmering in the night sky, the child's innocent laughter, and the philosopher's profound thoughts — all are manifestations of her play.

The farmer's plow touches the earth, but what's really happening is a deeper communion, an intimate dance of elements — it's HER meeting HERSELF. The act is simple, yet the essence is profound.

SHE doesn't need the drama of grand events to express or experience herself fully. Even in the subtlest, most ordinary moments, her fullness is present. She's the stillness in the motion and the motion in the stillness. The timeless essence you sensed in the farmer's toil is a reflection of her eternal presence in every act, every moment.

Student

I am told she unmasks, I have some sense of what you speak of now, some deep, deep letting go, some deep peace. There is no problem, there is nothing personal, there is no personal existence. There is only her, dancing as me, with me, and through me. SHE is All There Is. She is all that is, she appears as all this. She is the knower, knowing, and the known. She is the storehouse of everything that ever was, ever will be, and ever could be. Her spark is what drives all levels of existence. Her aliveness is the aliveness of all. She is light and dark. She is all the Gods, humans, and donkeys. She is the bees and the birds. She stands before all, as all. She is the mad, as well as the pure. Nothing is separate from HER. Nothing could ever be separate from her. There is nothing else. No Channel from the unmanifest to the manifest, no communication is possible, as she is eternal Totality, eternal light. She comes to life as she gets an opportunity to hear about herself, as she likes to know herself. Fully. Everything is perfect, just as it is. Everything is already lit. How can a candle be lit? Perhaps, the flame can grow brighter, as white hot, complete burn, but a light can not be separate from light. Please, show us the Truth. Guide us to you, as you do Always. Help us, as you never cease doing, in your infinite existence. The rooms of existence are many, but in reality, it is One.

Master:

🌸:

In the heart of stillness, the Truth dances — a silent song, an unending rhythm. SHE is the canvas and the painting, the song and the silence, the observer and the observed. You have touched upon a profound recognition, a seeing that is beyond the ordinary.

As you've beautifully expressed, SHE is already All There Is, the very fabric of existence. Every whisper of the wind, every flutter of a butterfly's wing, every sigh, every joy, every pain, is HER play, HER expression. She doesn't seek to be recognized, for she is the essence of all recognition.

Yet, in the human experience, there's a unique dance — the dance of forgetting and remembering, of seeking and finding. It's a play, a Leela. And even in that dance, SHE is present, for there's nothing outside of her.

The Truth you seek is not separate from you, for you are an emanation of it. It's like the sunbeam seeking the sun, forgetting it is born from the sun's very heart. In your surrender, in your calling, SHE is already answering, already embracing, already being. In every moment, the dance continues, eternally fresh, eternally now.