Spasa
Twin Soul
Here, is a place you believe in, not because you have seen it, but because you can experience it's touch. Here, dwells a part of you. Here, is connected to everything which exists, seen and unseen.
Here you find contentment. Here you find stability. Here sparks your curiosity. Within here, stirs a sense of self. Here stirs a sense of unity of all beings. Here resides the presence of our Mother, and therefore here all live nestled in her gift of peace.
Here exists apart from the all encompassing Light.
Sometimes here will unveil something more, and allow the discovery of the presence of another.
He sits quietly. We have no idea what he is thinking. He too, seems to be one with the peace of the Ashla. Sometimes we feel he truly connects with us.
Daily, she witnesses this same man come to sit in a meditative posture. Spasa observes his slow breathing and intense concentration. Upon conclusion of his visitation, he always beckons her to approach him, as if promising there is something more to see, to experience, something other than the life she now has, which ought seem natural, but just doesn't. She rejects his greeting and he vanishes.
Time is not comprehended to be linear here. Spasa often relives loops of her life's journey without even realizing they have happened before. She feels those memories as the first time she lived through them, because she is living through different moments of her life story unfolding all at once. He might have seen her while during his meditation a hundred times, but to her recollection, meeting him cannot be numbered. Her life is nothing but many snippets of episodes of consciousness, all jumbled and non-sequential. Seeing him now, is inconclusive, and indistinguishable from any other time she has seen him.
She doesn't remember living in the past. She has no memory of how she came into existence here, and suspects that she always has been, as it is for the Ashla, for Spasa has likewise lived through the moment of the beginning of the Universe and beyond its end, again and again, and here the existence of another after another physical domain.
Familiar faces dance within her dreams, and are the only revelation to support any possible existence beyond this moment. Like dreams, she can look outward and witness how the man, for one, lives his life outside of the safety of this perfect realm. Because of their familiarity, she retains her love for those she touches. All fear and angst, or any other negative emotion is long forgotten from her reality here.
Again…
Here he sits in the only posture she has ever seen this presence of another take, in his absolute perfected evolution, gifted by the Ashla in whose existence Spasa shares, her nurturing rescuer to whatever had existed before, had there been life before the present. Strangely, his presence as with the many other faces among her dreams, testifies to suggest she has a place she should be going to, which is other than right here. Contemplation of this is honestly unfathomable.
How would she even go somewhere else?
As always, she thinks to speak in reply to him. Sometimes she fathoms closing the gap between them. However, her purpose for doing so, only confuses her senses. She wants for nothing at all.
Why should she respond? She has no need to do so.
Why should she approach? What does he want of her? Is he not content as well?
Spasa remained in the Light as it is the only thing she understands. It is absolutely splendid, not something anyone would imagine a need to question.
And yet, at some point she will leave here, just as she has before…
Here you find contentment. Here you find stability. Here sparks your curiosity. Within here, stirs a sense of self. Here stirs a sense of unity of all beings. Here resides the presence of our Mother, and therefore here all live nestled in her gift of peace.
Here exists apart from the all encompassing Light.
Sometimes here will unveil something more, and allow the discovery of the presence of another.
He sits quietly. We have no idea what he is thinking. He too, seems to be one with the peace of the Ashla. Sometimes we feel he truly connects with us.
Daily, she witnesses this same man come to sit in a meditative posture. Spasa observes his slow breathing and intense concentration. Upon conclusion of his visitation, he always beckons her to approach him, as if promising there is something more to see, to experience, something other than the life she now has, which ought seem natural, but just doesn't. She rejects his greeting and he vanishes.
Time is not comprehended to be linear here. Spasa often relives loops of her life's journey without even realizing they have happened before. She feels those memories as the first time she lived through them, because she is living through different moments of her life story unfolding all at once. He might have seen her while during his meditation a hundred times, but to her recollection, meeting him cannot be numbered. Her life is nothing but many snippets of episodes of consciousness, all jumbled and non-sequential. Seeing him now, is inconclusive, and indistinguishable from any other time she has seen him.
She doesn't remember living in the past. She has no memory of how she came into existence here, and suspects that she always has been, as it is for the Ashla, for Spasa has likewise lived through the moment of the beginning of the Universe and beyond its end, again and again, and here the existence of another after another physical domain.
Familiar faces dance within her dreams, and are the only revelation to support any possible existence beyond this moment. Like dreams, she can look outward and witness how the man, for one, lives his life outside of the safety of this perfect realm. Because of their familiarity, she retains her love for those she touches. All fear and angst, or any other negative emotion is long forgotten from her reality here.
Again…
Here he sits in the only posture she has ever seen this presence of another take, in his absolute perfected evolution, gifted by the Ashla in whose existence Spasa shares, her nurturing rescuer to whatever had existed before, had there been life before the present. Strangely, his presence as with the many other faces among her dreams, testifies to suggest she has a place she should be going to, which is other than right here. Contemplation of this is honestly unfathomable.
How would she even go somewhere else?
As always, she thinks to speak in reply to him. Sometimes she fathoms closing the gap between them. However, her purpose for doing so, only confuses her senses. She wants for nothing at all.
Why should she respond? She has no need to do so.
Why should she approach? What does he want of her? Is he not content as well?
Spasa remained in the Light as it is the only thing she understands. It is absolutely splendid, not something anyone would imagine a need to question.
And yet, at some point she will leave here, just as she has before…
