By Steve Beckow, Golden Age of Gaia
Life begins when the mind is still. It isn’t that life ends then.
I really hear what I hear. I taste what I taste. I arrived in life again. I’m around.
There isn’t any other part of me that wants particularly to be still but a mind that’s still makes all the difference in the world.
Though the Transcendental is conceived of being without form, beings exist in it – ascended masters, angels, archangels, seraphim, and elohim all happily make their home in the Transcendental. And they are anything but still.
Stillness is not stillness of the body or the emotions; it’s only meant to refer to stillness of the mind.
Once the mind is still, all the manipulative games of the Third Dimension are absent. Scripts, acts, looks, gestures, lines, ploys, gimmicks all fall away. There’s nobody playing them. The one who would cannot exist in a mind that, for one reason or another, is still.
I recognize this stillness as an old friend. It is who I am, as much as bliss or love is. It’s my default, my natural state. And much goes on within it. However what goes on within it goes on without the mind’s chatter. That’s the only difference.
This state is clarity.