hi,
I would like to add to this experience that I think I contacted somehow my higher self and he was cheerful and very clear about spiritual matters. I guess the
cheerfulnes comes from his clarity, well, this is celestino the lower, guessing! the wonders of celestinos!
All the best.
I so resonate with the notion of the symbiotic meeting of the higher and lower selves, as one indivisible, singular phenomenon. Aham Brahmasmi. For at the appex of our searching for some ultimate truth, the interior soul's core vibration coalesces, as attention and intent are fused within the immensity of
That which resides beyond, yet, exists epicentrically within everything else. Such a romance is an intimate conjoining of absolute truth and the mesmerism of sheer illusion, an immortal transcendence inside of this dualistic earthly paradigm, forever unfolding out of the undifferentiated field, is always taking new life like exploding light particles, dancing in pulsations, waving in all directs at once.
Going seemingly nowhere yet touching everything else. The spectrum of higher and lower, eternal and transitory, infinite mystery and finite certainty... all dissolve, perceptually into the bright white, effulgent emptiness. Though we are essentially gone as isolated individuals, we are miraculously rebirthed an infinity of human life cycles, only to finally arrive right here & now, at one with all. Such is the sacred gift of 5-MeO-DMT.
Godself is realized by the awakening dreamer in ascension and all is perceived as the Omniself, uncoiling at the hub of each being as sublimely interconnected and whole, arising as the cherished epiphany, like unto a great pause of one's individuality, absorbed again in seamless union with the Divine source. There blossoms a remembrance of sorts, choosing to be, to exist, to appear out of nothingness. Often this is followed by total self erasure, all ideas and beliefs wiped clean for some span outside of time, deep into the effulgent silence.
We are wholly shattered by the unlimited force but the teaching still incrementally blooms anew with every heartbeat, thus grounding within the experience of the human witness to creation, preservation and eventual destruction of the little dream bubbles of our collective, multiples of selves (though each unique soul is merely an impermanent aspect appearing as an echo, a reflection or perhaps, more of a refraction of the initial source of all light... formless consciousness itself). While we attune our spiritual being more receptively towards the zero point field, the unborn, undying nature of the Tao, we step off into an endless, beginningless oblivion of our own volition, like the proverbial moth drawn to the flame.
Keep your love light shining so bright and free, good brother Celestino!
