- I want to achieve maximum clarity. But above all, I keep my soul in the heart of the mystery. Pervade the only Reality is always forgotten, make my particular soul, a cosmic soul.
- All this seems to me so clear, consistent, calculated, which gives me vertigo. Just the facts, findings. None of survival, morality, lyricism, or metaphysics. Only a clear statement on which I stand. I watch the sun instead of distracting as enlightening. Contemplation very naked, liberating.
- The spirit is listening, lying to something that is no object. There receptivity, waiting for something that grows in the most secret of being. Reality that is so subtle senses almost only perceived by contrast, when one relaxes.
can be more or less far from the scope of representation. And stress can be more or less intense. Is there as a very secret way you know that can take you far away in the hidden center of reality, and to lose track of the smallest, without even realizing it. When I can follow no wonder you feel like a failure as a sense of failure, as when one is hungry or when you feel the insecurity of the high mountains. There is something about yourself that is as dissatisfied. But even love the feeling of dissatisfaction. Return to it as if sensing an unseen wealth in such poverty. And laziness that allows you to put the effort necessary to feel like a betrayal caused by his own weakness. I'm sure what causes this discomfort is the lack of custom. That if I devote myself to it every day regularly and patience will achieve overcome inertia and become more fluent. I must.
- Again I could feel the emptiness of "God." Going to lead to something as immediate. Desires, projects, ideas, images, like mounds that hid the horizon. And now, on top of the mountain, "reached by what leap hidden?
love the action, including the burning of the search, you leave the edge. You could sense the "other country" without being in it. But he reaches a few moments. The question "Who are you? What's That?" has helped me, away from paying too much attention to the sensations. My feeling of guilt also: making "flee to there."
Night. Peace. Silence. An absence delicious.
- Yesterday something changed, I believe, I felt as connected to the essence of reality, an unknown substance, formless reality, however, quite real. Nothing was known and I, however, that peace came over me subtle accompanying the indisputable evidence. What image could use? I guess the vacuum, a vacuum but qualitatively full, consistent, true. Or the night, but one night revealing the nature of things.
is as if, so far concentrated on intellectual or practical issues, there left trapped in the phenomenal order, an ability that would be something like a "naked intuition" that now, however, would be that they can act according to what would be his true nature: a spontaneous receiving essentially inconceivable that the sensitivity can not adequately grasp . It's like me, something broke out, as if all if appeased, having found what I was looking for without knowing how.
- Don immediately, entered almost without transition into meditation. It was like being at a "Nothing." It has nothing to do with the sense of presence. There is no "someone" who feel this there. Yes I felt fervor, but as addressed to one night, a nothing, a vacuum they knew was "it."
- focusing only on "It" and assume all the consequences of my choice. I stay up all stretched to a horizon that goes away and move forward, always forward. Sign on the go without a guide, in that race without end, in this journey without a walker. Only this move in an ocean without shores, in the empty ether. Ties are cut. Nothing moving in the Form No you can not sink. Vertigo. Unexpected freedom. I lamented my disappointment. I did not realize that they were gnawing at the rope that held me captive. Feeling broken string, starting at the vast blue that looks like a wall in place but that is an unfathomable depth. The "failure", I said in dismay, without realizing that what was cracking my prison.
- Week broad, immense, because of the void that has been as relaxed. Once again, I grant the right to live the spiritual life but never come in handy for anyone. My failures lead me back to basics.
- This unit I want, would be a mistake to wait for the will can only come from the attention.
- Road in the pure light of dawn. White, beige, blue, pure, moving, living, vast ... Strong sense of parallelism: the world of emptiness, pure, very pure, over this light, this beauty, this "candor". Above the branches of trees, giving the area its ... fullness of emptiness, the Core Area.
Sleep. It's here. There is nothing to say. We're here. How simple it was!. Bliss beyond bliss. Printing conclusion. There is nothing to explain or nothing to do. The center of gravity is exactly where it belongs. There. That's right. All right.
- Yesterday splitting the feeling persisted. For a moment I see around me and myself and from the outside. I see from that high place which is not a place, a new dimension that is not the time.
extreme simplicity. Nothing. Yet, the essential problem you are done. Subtle peace to the total evidence, with nothing obvious.
T. Last week, the void was substantially above the sea and sun. Since this week is "interstitial", if I can call: it's like the air around things, like space between words, as the intramolecular distance.
- Going down the river boat, the landscape has made me abruptly, transparent. How to clarify this impression that I could not recover even if you've tried? It was a bit like the opacity of the objects disappear without themselves disappear, revealing the hidden reality behind them, like the sky through a glass in the que haya unos dibujos. Y es como si la mirada, a través del cristal que son las cosas, se hubiera adaptado a ver en la lejanía y viera, más allá del cristal, la infinita realidad.
- Gozo cósmico. El espectáculo de las cosas no es nada; nada importante. Es tan real o irreal como un sueño. Entretenerse en el tema de su grado de realidad es tan tonto como discutir con una persona todavía dormida: es la persona todavía dormida en nosotros la que se plantea estas cuestiones. Tomar esta gota de luz, de vacío, e insertarla en mi masa oscura, compacta, aquí, allá, por todas partes, penetrando así cada cosa de espacio y de luz.
- Energía diamantina: vacía, clara, so valuable. Substantial amount of space. Some movements more opaque, I think the void in me, calls the ideas and the people around me: I made transparent, accurate achieve consistency.
- The height of power, the higher vibration of love to the point where the heat is light. The maximum lucidity of intelligence: the place of any relationship. That drop of eternity: keep, as a precious stone, between the toes. Crossing her moments. She will give them light, transparency and beauty.
- Stay open. That I am not separate. I'm on the essentials. I stay there consciously, to the extent of my attention, my will, my love, if they do not rush into things.
Energy, truth, secret unit of the Fund. The representation of space is and expression of the Absolute, and also the least love, the little darlings. But either refuse to appear when the psyche is not "your" satisfaction or arise, but to rush on the objects.
... everything has exploded, the entire surface of the walls, throughout the thickness of the volume, everything has exploded. Emptiness ES, ineffable quality of consciousness that is, everywhere, absolutely everything, in every object, every thought, ES. Geneviève
Lanfranchi.
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