For an advanced preceiver, the play of life is to assemble and reassemble the self in alternate realities of which this is one.
There are many universes, many dimensions. They are endless. Most of them are not particularly relevant for us. They won’t help us. They won’t make us happier.
Life is more or less the same wherever you go, because, wherever you go, there you are.
The experiences that you have in astral dimensions are not essentially all that different from the experiences you have here in the physical dimension. They are all transient.
There’s a place this moment comes from, where it’s made. Actually, it’s like a big factory where they make moments, where they make realities, where they make infinities.
Open up to the other dimensional planes so you can penetrate the mysteries of existence and enjoy the wonder of being, the wonder of being you.
Love is the bridge that joins all the worlds together.
Existence is the awareness of awareness.
Life is perception. We perceive through different parts of the body of the universe.
Our awareness creates life. Life does not exist independently of perception.
Molecules don’t have patterns. You create a pattern by the perception of something. The continuity of awareness is your perceptual field. Existence only occurs through the act of perception.
Existence is perpetual motion. Galileo wondered about it, Da Vinci.
Perception not only defines existence but it creates existence. It gives it form. Without perception there is no existence.
There is no continuity at all. The universe isn’t any particular way. It strictly depends upon perception.
There wasn’t a single day in which the world was created. It’s created anew at every moment. The structures of eternity are completely fluid but they are bound together by the mind forming a nexus point so reality comes into being.
We go outside, on a clear, cold night. We see millions of stars all over the place, bright and beautiful, each one shining forever. Each moment is forever, it’s shining in each moment forever.
We connect the dots in the drawing with our mind. We give them a meaning, a figurative sense, which is self-reflexive in that it creates us, because we are the experiencer of the moment.
Our very awareness is the window upon which reality presents itself.
Who we are varies according to our awareness. When you are more aware, you are someone else than when you are less aware.
Everything is perception. A hallucination is a perception of a certain reality. It is a perception of a certain state of mind.