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September 7, 2007 1:55 am

I hear a lot about formlessness. At first I could try to associate it with chaos, yet even that has a form and a pattern to it in the big picture. For me it is a feeling, yet cannot be put into thought that makes sense. Even in the disorientation of feeling like my body is no longer physical with waves of something passing threw me, can this even be formlessness as I can sort of put it into words or try to rationalize it. Part of me goes, how could one step into formlessness yet still function here and where would be the purpose. Or is it a state of experience one experiences for a moment, then it is gone, and we return to the human condition with a new perspective. Is it the state of expansion where there is no separation, no security, only expansion. It felt as if the universe existed within me. Yet even this I try to rationalize. Try to understand it. I put myself into a protective bubble so that I can feel that I at least have some kind of boundary to myself as this is known. To let go of the rational mind, does this mean one must loose touch with this world and everyone in it, only to find another. Yet here we get locked up. HeHe. There must be some functionality, yet the mind must be able to let go. Is it the edge, a high wire, a freefall, or floating in a void vacuum, or none of the above and outside explanation. I feel like I am just playing with myself trying to find a rational explanation for something that is not rational. Yet my intent is giving away the addiction of the illusion I have been programmed with, I suppose to change my point of reference. --- To function without a belief system, only to use what is most appropriate for the moment. I think to myself is it possible to be this fluid. I am constantly going to newer depths of where I am attached. Of where I am not willing to let go of what I think is. Then create the fight, the war againsed what is to hold onto what is known. Sometimes it is like I am fighting for my very life, for my very sanity. And all it is, is fear. That simple, yet I purposefully try to slit my own throat with it. HeHe. Even now, I am creating all this drama around "trying" to understand, yet isn't my understanding I have to let go of with clarity being an enemy here. All I have to do is not take it so personally, yet in the depth of my core that feels like betraying the very fabric of who I think I am. LOL It feels like I am killing myself and nurturing myself at the same time. To have self care in the death, held safe in the womb of whakan. Even in the knowing of the ruthlessness of nature, yet at the same time, love beyond measure. ThreeWolves My Work: Artist Shaun is not new to visions. His work reflects his experience as an indigo child. It helps those who do not understand indigo children of today get an understanding of indigos’ experience threw visual representation of the worlds they experience. Indigos’ do not see as the vast majority see. They perceive a greater depth and layers upon layers of realities. Join Shaun in one of his views.

 
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Re: Emmaleedyer

I find it interesting what when peace of mind is lost it becomes death, torcher and suffering. Can it not simply be observed rather than destroying one's self. In the midst of the human condition one does not need to cut themselvesoff from spirit. For me I intend to bring in the love and pliss of spirit even when in a rage. It allows the angar to move quicker rather than letting it consume you.

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Shaun Gamache

Re: Azaar

In our compartimentalization we put our passions and our rages. Then in calculated moments we will open a section of the compartment and allow it to express itself. in that we don't contaminate the rest. How calculated are we, and how much does it throw us off when it doesn't quite work out as intended.

Re: Greenman

We create the wall. It is a trip to step onto the other side once in a while. It is even more of a trip when we are on both sides as the same time. In your pic it allmost looks like you are running away from the wall. It is the separation between who you are and who you think you are.

Shaun Gamache

Re: Shaungamache

I hear a lot about formlessness. At first I could try to associate it with chaos, yet even that has a form and a pattern to it in the big picture. For me it is a feeling, yet cannot be put into thought that makes sense. Even in the disorientation of feeling like my body is no longer physical with waves of something passing threw me, can this even be formlessness as I can sort of put it into words or try to rationalize it. Part of me goes, how could one step into formlessness yet still function here and where would be the purpose. Or is it a state of experience one experiences for a moment, then it is gone, and we return to the human condition with a new perspective. Is it the state of expansion where there is no separation, no security, only expansion. It felt as if the universe existed within me. Yet even this I try to rationalize. Try to understand it. I put myself into a protective bubble so that I can feel that I at least have some kind of boundary to myself as this is known. To let go of the rational mind, does this mean one must loose touch with this world and everyone in it, only to find another. Yet here we get locked up. HeHe. There must be some functionality, yet the mind must be able to let go. Is it the edge, a high wire, a freefall, or floating in a void vacuum, or none of the above and outside explanation. I feel like I am just playing with myself trying to find a rational explanation for something that is not rational. Yet my intent is giving away the addiction of the illusion I have been programmed with, I suppose to change my point of reference. --- To function without a belief system, only to use what is most appropriate for the moment. I think to myself is it possible to be this fluid. I am constantly going to newer depths of where I am attached. Of where I am not willing to let go of what I think is. Then create the fight, the war againsed what is to hold onto what is known. Sometimes it is like I am fighting for my very life, for my very sanity. And all it is, is fear. That simple, yet I purposefully try to slit my own throat with it. HeHe. Even now, I am creating all this drama around "trying" to understand, yet isn't my understanding I have to let go of with clarity being an enemy here. All I have to do is not take it so personally, yet in the depth of my core that feels like betraying the very fabric of who I think I am. LOL It feels like I am killing myself and nurturing myself at the same time. To have self care in the death, held safe in the womb of whakan. Even in the knowing of the ruthlessness of nature, yet at the same time, love beyond measure. ThreeWolves My Work: Artist Shaun is not new to visions. His work reflects his experience as an indigo child. It helps those who do not understand indigo children of today get an understanding of indigos’ experience threw visual representation of the worlds they experience. Indigos’ do not see as the vast majority see. They perceive a greater depth and layers upon layers of realities. Join Shaun in one of his views.

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