Knowing

The knowingness that knows this moment is the same knowingness in all beings throughout the cosmos. As I examine the story of my life from early on until now, there is only one constant in that story. The knowing of it. The story itself is not remotely the same as it was at any time in the apparent timeline of the story. The apparent constant in the life of husband, children and friends are not the same either. The children are not the same as they were even a year ago, the friends have changed and the husband of 33 years is not the same. They are the same ONE knowing and experience the same exact knowing I do. This is the one reality. The knowing or awareness is one.

  The seeming story is created through the use of thought/imagination. The tool of creating a story is thought and with thought the seeming story line is on a continuum. The story cannot be the reality because it is continuously changing. The knowing or awareness is the reality for it is the same and has been the same constant throughout the seeming life. It’s seems blatantly obvious.  

We lost ourselves in the story and assume we are individuals living a life that is mine. In away the dreamer does live its own storyline, yet the knowing of the story is the same knower or source of the story. And I ponder the works of Neville Goddard, or the many mystics that have focused on the refinement of thought. And it makes sense that when you come from a place of knowing and understanding of the reality, the use of the tool used to create the storyline can be revised. Once the idea of “me” is seen through, the outer experience can be altered with this very understanding. Quite literally if this understanding is seen clearly, life and the story shifts for there is no longer the need of protecting one’s self made image for all images come from the same source. The I am is the same I am in everything. Quite literally each interaction with another is the one self-interacting or playing out a role. What happens when you meet another that also understands this deeply? I imagine it is a profound inner experience. The recognition would be electric. I imagine the experience of falling in love is that knowing until the me comes in. 

The lives of individuals are merely an unconscious repetitive pattern of energy with no substance or meaning. Once understood that everything is the one source, then the use of thought/imagination becomes a tool for purposeful creation of the outer world. There is not the escaping of other, rather the unconditioned love as seen in its reality. There is nothing to escape for it is the one essence expressing itself as the many. We has always been one. One has always been we. There are no individual people out there, there have only been thought forms of things labeled as people. How much easier is life understanding there is nothing to defend, nothing to save, no one to serve. This is a most profound understanding…