Oceanic soul truths - Can you accept the truth about who and what you are?

Are you willing to accept the truth about who and what you are no matter what it is?

Here, all waves have shape, and all shapes have time. You know, mountains and rocks are waves, and so are skies, as well as the people you love… and hate.

When a mind is quiet, I mean really quiet, when there’s no waves crashing, it begins to hear.

 
 
 
‘Souls’ are built from other souls. Within the froth of their birth and death, new identities and distinctive egos emerge.

‘Souls’ are built from other souls. Within the froth of their birth and death, new identities and distinctive egos emerge.

 
 
Feet softly patter through the sand as you feel the first rush of water touch your ankles. Looking over the sea you become aware that each breaker tumbles on froth as they come and go in the oceanic cinema.
 
Here, all waves have shape, and all shapes have time.
You know, mountains and rocks are waves, and so are skies, as well as the people you love… and hate.
 
Any belief that your small-self is anything more than a transient wave is now swept out to sea, crashed on a reef, swallowed by a larger wave, and sent to the deep in a tidal flow of compassion.
In this image, the character ‘X’Tzu’ from ‘11:11 El Luchador Gauntlet’ asks, ‘Who is who?’ and ‘Where does the wave stop, and ‘i’ begin?’

In this image, the character ‘X’Tzu’ from ‘11:11 El Luchador Gauntlet’ asks, ‘Who is who?’ and ‘Where does the wave stop, and ‘i’ begin?’

 
 
The image displays the symbolic ‘hat of mind’, translucent and fading into the distinctions of bird, rock, ocean, and sky.

The image displays the symbolic ‘hat of mind’, translucent and fading into the distinctions of bird, rock, ocean, and sky.

You’re a sovereign entity. From the vantage of spirit you observe the soul’s process of observing (mind-soul-small self), and are floating in the ocean of peace.
 
 
 
In the theatre of the oceanic cinema, mind is not what we commonly perceive.
The distinctions of mind are enjoyable, yet their attachment leaves the landscape dark.

The distinctions of mind are enjoyable, yet their attachment leaves the landscape dark.

 
 
Upon the canvas of the higher-self, the spark of thought creates all ‘things’.

Upon the canvas of the higher-self, the spark of thought creates all ‘things’.

Mind is the get-together of voices and words that when focused upon can be heard into infinity – just like the countless waves that have ever broke.
 
 
 
Mind is the countless apparitions of yourself throughout all possibilities in all directions.
A dimly lit projector lens represents the newly born creator, sharing its distinctions with other souls.

A dimly lit projector lens represents the newly born creator, sharing its distinctions with other souls.

 
 
In the image, the barely recognizable form of XTzu can be seen. The faces and experiences that fill in the details can take any manifestation we choose.

In the image, the barely recognizable form of XTzu can be seen. The faces and experiences that fill in the details can take any manifestation we choose.

Mind that has focused attention can reveal the loud thoughts of ‘one’, or the cacophony of an infinite amount of manifestations.
 
 
 
Mind is separate only because of attention.
When you pull back from focused attention, the low opacity gears of mind start to become evident.

When you pull back from focused attention, the low opacity gears of mind start to become evident.

 
 
Akashic moments are found in what first seems ‘quiet’, turning louder than the sum of labeled universal waves… and more intense than most prefer to immerse themselves!

Akashic moments are found in what first seems ‘quiet’, turning louder than the sum of labeled universal waves… and more intense than most prefer to immerse themselves!

When a mind is quiet, I mean really quiet, when there’s no waves crashing, it begins to hear what it describes as it’s own memories, the ‘brain’ conversing with itself, the re-hash of a dozen at first, then hundreds, then thousands of dialogues occurring simultaneously.
 
 
The only reason this raucous isn’t heard all of the time is due to immense noise competing for attention.
How is it that ‘noise’ can make things quiet?

How is it that ‘noise’ can make things quiet?

 
 
The projector of one mind is seen in this image.

The projector of one mind is seen in this image.

This wild party of foreign languages, babbling brooks, tidal splashes, and chorus of ‘intelligences’ bubble over to where it’s obvious that the single mind (as we know it) isn’t the sole creator of such oceanic theatre.
 
 
Upon recognition, we adjust our attention.

Upon recognition, we adjust our attention.

We drift ‘back’ from the co-created universal fractal.

We drift ‘back’ from the co-created universal fractal.

As it fades, the Absolute gains clarity and focus.

As it fades, the Absolute gains clarity and focus.

At our destination, the present frames and balances relative duality to the Absolute. The experience becomes a ‘playground’.

At our destination, the present frames and balances relative duality to the Absolute. The experience becomes a ‘playground’.

 
 
So the concept of the ‘brain’ is not what it seems. Once you realize this in an universal full body way (not just conceptually), your ability to navigate ego, stay present, and choose what and where you place attention are all enhanced.
Despite the roaring ocean of Wills, we have choice.

Despite the roaring ocean of Wills, we have choice.

 
You can change your mind anytime, for any reason you choose. You are sovereign to choose your belief systems, which thoughts to focus upon, what emotions you feel, and what energy is yours.

You can change your mind anytime, for any reason you choose. You are sovereign to choose your belief systems, which thoughts to focus upon, what emotions you feel, and what energy is yours.

 
Most ‘subconscious’ resides in the field of all potentials you are, have been and will be.
 
It’s good to feel into the truth about who and what you are.
 
Get present to know who and what you are.

Get present to know who and what you are.

 
The whale music is always playing in my ‘head’.
But as I dive, upon the quietness grow the clicks of a trillion seaborne animals.
clattering and snapping in volume
it beckons to go deeper
but inward lays the pressure zone
for if you haven’t prepared to go
to come back
to play with the voices
then you become ‘one with the benz’…
a taravana swimmer,
or so it’s said by those looking in…
(including my whispering self)
And in the oceans depths, the quieter it becomes,
the more noisy it is.
and there, outside that metaphor, one is still
to see in sound and feel in colors
and then, to hear a distant chorus of conversations
and in choice, albeit a intuitive one
to go to the speaking of ‘who knows where’
and listen,
and to focus in on the particular conversations
in languages known and not,
yet understand them all as spoken.
In the same way are the bubbles,
the aquatic music that’s always playing in our ‘head’ - the music of all.
In each the Will that sings,
a simple partition of the infinite game we’re playing with ourselves.
Here in the noisy cities of our underwater streets and industry
we float alone,
‘safe’ from the threat of having to hear the real noise
currents thinking we’re free
Aloof in our ocean of mirrors, having broken the first locker
Temporarily without the flashing realization that we’ve yet created another…
One within a thousand more mirrored seas.