Mind control is interesting. We flip out when we think another, let alone our government, is trying to control our minds and yet … you know me, there’s always an and yet … don’t see how our minds are controlled by the beliefs and thoughts, programming and wild stories we stuff them with. Talk about mind control! Wowser.
It’s all mind.
Seen to be controlled or not, realized to be unnecessary or not, held onto tightly or relaxed into like a toasty hot tub on a Winter’s day, all that we know,. all that we can know, is mind. Life manifests intricate, precious woven storylines, utilizing mind — Mind — the one mind — the not-two mind — the hive mind — love in action.
Life’s precociously dazzling display is experienced — can only be experienced as duality. The filters of time and space are rose-colored lenses awareness peers through, the way it limits its limitlessness, in order to partake in the story.
Without them, there’d be no story, just dimensionless eternal infinity, seamless edgeless infinite eternality. Prior to the glasses, always present as the curtain falls, lies Oz, not a wizard, not a higher dimension, not heaven, not anything — pure potential, unconditioned spacelessness. Nothing to know — no one to know — the end of the show.
We are not multiple minds, multiple awarenesses sharing a material world, peering through our own apertures of awareness. We are a singularity of awareness perceiving, sensing, experiencing, knowing what we call life through nearly 8 billion me-me-me peepholes. Me isn’t actually a thing until the lenses gradually complete their override. That too is part of the story — not exactly required, but definitely adds a personalized touch
It’s one experience to believe in your me, another to play as a me, to live as a me while free of the me — in the world but not of it — to engage the storylines with full knowing that the way most understand life is not exactly accurate. And even that’s a story.
Either way, in the know or ego’s amigo, it’s always a story — all of duality is. Is one version better, the other worse? Heavens no. That would be like starting out on a trip and thinking the last ten miles were better than the first, or the bloom was better than the seed or the fertilized egg better than the sperm. It’s all part of the story, a beautiful story, the greatest love story ever told.
We are love loving itself, exploring all possibilities, dancing every dance and our dance card is full, this lifetime unto eternity. We dance together as individuals, but we are not what we seem. We are the one, the one that is not two, playing dancing exploring experiencing, compressing and decompressing, getting lost and being found, falling into individuation and returning home.
As Ram Rass once said, ‘We are all just walking each other home.’
There is no appropriate bio for Amaya Gayle. She doesn’t exist other than as an expression of Consciousness Itself. Talking about her in biographical terms is a disservice to the truth and to anyone who might be led to believe in such nonsense. None of us exist, not in the way we think. It’s actually much better than we can imagine. Ideas spring into words. Words flow onto paper and yet no one writes them. They simply appear fully formed. Looking at her you would swear this is a lie. She’s there after all, but honestly, she’s not … and she is. Love a paradox and life is nothing, if not paradoxical. Bios normally wax on about accomplishments and beliefs, happenings in time and space. She has never accomplished anything, has no beliefs and like you was never born and will never die. Engage with Amaya at your own risk.
