Since as far as I can remember, I have always called this phenomenon, The dance of atoms, moving as you describe,... at the speed of light might I ad. But now, the dance has become clearer. 💙🙏
I have watched many of your videos and i love them, thank you so much. Synchronistically I was talking to a friend yesterday morning and attempting to explain to him how i see energy or consciousness or something, when i 'meditate' in the evening. I usually only experience this when there is less light, dusk almost. Whatever it is, it is there whether or not my eyes are open or closed. It is the same even if a walk around for a short while. The body also appears as this same substance at this time. I believe this may be similar to what you are calling 'Sprites'. I then watched this video and had a lightbulb moment. I have never heard of anyone else describing this before. Thank you
More love from Australia! I am grinning like an eejit watching this video. I love the sparkles.. Sprites is the cutest name for them! I've totally personified them now 🤣✨️✨️✨️
Oh! My God, the beauty! Nisargadatta was such a poet. And you are such a.. what's the word?! Energetic transferer.. I had one of the most stunning light experiences when I had been listening to your 'the self shining mirror of sentience ' video on repeat. It was unique amongst the light experiences I've had in many ways. For one, it came on gradually, built up to a startling and intense experience that lasted much longer than usual and then slowly and gently faded, coming again in gentle lighter waves for a long time. Another thing was that the light was silver rather than golden, and at its peak was so bright it was almost unbearable, while also not impeding my vision at all. Everything was full of this light, but also just a mirror, making clear the source of the light, so to speak. And it went in and out like slow breathing, and when it came in, it was the absolute tiniest point, barely there at all yet so intensely bright. Actually, it felt like there was something being conveyed that I didn't understand, like.. every time it came to a barely-existent point, it felt like it was making a point that I didn't get until now. Because the mind can't! Thank you, thank you, thank You xxx
Another dream connection.. I just got it when listening to this again, for the joy that's in it! It involved sparkly, luminous owls, and help overcoming the fear of just being myself by a child due to its unrestrained, authentic nature! It's interesting watching how the self loathing is working is way out. So much guilt for just being. And the guilt is so innocent!!
Rather.. so much guilt for appearing!! I'm just remembering something that came to mind about ten years ago, that is bubbling up again now. At the time there was zero understanding, now it makes some sense though the understanding is not full. The suffix 'ing' kept appearing in my head, loud and clear but with no feel of meaning or direction. I couldn't figure out what it was about at all. I did try to play with it, and I can see the track was close, but really I had no idea despite that. Now it's bringing Bahiya and Buddha to mind. Only the 'ing'. Conceptualising! 😅😉
That 'ing' is the mind giving up the concept of time. The sensing, feeling knowing, happening is only ever here and now. Not at any particular point in time, but just now. The 'ing' is nondual and timeless. The split of subjects and objects is only in thought/imagination. The ing-ing is the Unmanifest becoming manifest.
@untangle-your-mind Inging! 🤍 That's adorable. Non dual. Hmm, well, yes! Then and now DO only exist as thought! This feels weird.. like.. well, the image was like looking through the wrong end of a telescope, and discovering that in fact the familiar end was the wrong one. It's disorienting, and mind is slithering away from it. The familiar sense of trying to get somewhere, understand something is present, but.. it IS just a thought, quite obviously. Only when I engage with that thought is the experience of being me, the belief in that, felt as a problem. Otherwise, it's just innocent. This is just what's appearing!
For a long period of my life, my dreams have been nightmares. Terror of an eternal lonely prison of self with no one to share my terror with but myself for all eternity.
When you lie down for bed, focus your last thoughts on this: I am not the body, I am not the mind... yet I am. I am just this conscious presence. Do it gently and meditatively, leaving aside conceptual knowledge and seeing that in your direct experience, this is true. These should be your last thoughts/feelings as you drift off to sleep. See what it does to the nightmares.
