Sleep Nature Made
The world is sleeping, humanity is dormant, it is not in doubt. sleep nature made blessed we pretend to awaken us, waving us on all sides. The awakening is awakening from sleep, but "wake his sleep" . . The world is awakening, humanity is awakening, it is no doubt (and doubt does not change the case). Awakening blessed we pretend to awaken us, waving us on all sides. The awakening is awakening from sleep, but "raise the awareness" . . The universe is consciousness, humanity is aware, it is not in doubt. Blessed consciousness that we claim to awaken us, waving us on all sides . . . I read your first comment, while unqualified opinions, I tell myself that anyway, it is interesting to "start" to sleep. There is in sleep nature made something ultra-intimate, irresistible, and makes the day (for an extension so as "to another mode") blessed and happy. I would find such all less speaking in reverse. sleep nature made is essential, not as a state "on", but as an essential quality of life, central (even if the word is beyond my intention . . but you will understand from the letters). In short, maybe you tell me what you think. I think I see your point, yes Sleep, in fact I can say absolutely nothing like my real nature. He has a taste of eternity. Yes, but no real way, without anything and everything not opposed, but extending, marry, is celebrating. Nothing and everything, say . . Yes, we can not tell sleep like almost anything. But there is such a law of attraction that takes place (it is actually this all the time), as if waking and sleeping were the positive and negative magnet-two lovers . . It now knows that when he pays attention to himself And from it he that propels itself in the moment still in court. We can say all you want about anything else but we can not say anything about sleep. In this state the manifest world own back where he came out - it can be said symbolically the absolute off the light. Nothing can be said for, say, no longer sleep nature made in the first act of consciousness, it comes out. memory, not psychological, devoid of images, historicity, do not know. The moment did not pay attention, do not know. Thus he "is being" . . without knowing it. For me, if the moment could bring attention to himself, he would sign his death warrant . . The engine is the Unknowing. Memory vertical. Upright for at every moment renewed, and "memory" as the heart of this renewal there is a "oh yeah" . . secret and silent. above, you noticed that I did not speak of sleep nature made as is "opposed" to the previous day, but one senses, sixth sense, so sensitive, that I "shouted" that the world is sleeping quietly in his hands closed. So I speak here of a non-sleep state, you could close to emptiness. A secret meaning before the senses into play if do "before starring in" there is no conscious act, in a sense, and therefore not really manifest world. To quote another dialogue, is affected when the "just before", just after the never appears. The day before, then, is not out of sleep, but alive and make it clear . . I did not sleep nature made clear, the memory that is known is conceptual, as soon as a mental image appears. I want to show the "will to know" how it propels the moment of our reality in its future. For me the uniqueness sleep nature made Sleep said, and it even says that there is a space of divine silence. Of course these are not opposites. As you are in the "just before or one thousandth of a second of nothing" before the world, it is as if the event was still "pending" demonstration. Thus it has always the quality appearance of unreality real. . It is free. Otherwise, I find that "knowing oneself" is a stop, a "go live". The moment is unknowing blessed with himself, and for Consciousness, the world, everything. Unknowing is this, just before the blessed and majestic ignoring that allows things to happen. The good education teaches little, does not teach the best. It is an expression of reality and lets spread the fragrance of the absolute. To hear with no intention of listening. Then there is celebration . . . . .
