Jeff Vander Clute

In complete clarity,
there is never ego.
What is called ego
is a misperceiving,
a misidentification,
a stubborn delusion
wherein that which is
absolutely nonexistent
is reified into entityhood
and defended to the death.

Unawakeness and unreality
follow from even the least
of beliefs in banishment
from the divine abode
and the foundations
of unerring nature.
Yet YOU are THAT
which is the most
flawlessly natural
and foundational.
YOU do not frame
your dwelling place,
the house of your life,
upon the shifting sands
of supposed separation,
or even on firm ground.
YOU are unshakability.
YOU are the bedrock
on which the amply
inclusive, luminant
domicile of Source
is mightily erected.

Ego can never exist
as any kind of entity.
What is labeled as ego
is a transitory ignorance
that inevitably disappears
in the confident knowing
that oneness is what is,
that there is only this
victorious Presence.
The prime delusion
of the ego complex
is marrying an idea
of being lost at sea,
unyoked from God,
a pitiful, marooned
soul who is seeking
to discover the keys
to the mythical gates
of an etheric paradise
that is as empty as ego,
though a gentler illusion.

What one believes blindly
due to unconsciousness,
with limited awareness,
is projected outwardly,
met, and experienced
in the concrete realm
where it can be seen,
known, and released.
Although what arises
within the projection
of unconscious mind
may appear to prove,
via circular reasoning,
the tenets of perdition,
the erroneous premises
and ensuing experiences
are still phony, still unreal.
The small dissevered one
and the clustering ones,
cast out by the Divine,
deported from Eden
into an archipelago
of fragmented me
and islands of we
in hostile waters,
are the burdens
of a false world,
an ego fantasy
that appears
to advance,
to elevate,
to evolve,
to persist,
to unravel,
to fall away.
Yet the faulty
premise of ego
may only ever go
straight to the void.

The small “me” is egoic.
Any “we” that is not one
and synonymous with all
is equally the ego dream.
Both have no existence.
What is real is Unicity.
What is real is YOU.
All is simply YOU.
THE SUPREME,
the Creator,
the Source
is only YOU.
It is YOU who
visions, decides,
architects, designs
the operating system
of beings and nonbeings
in the causal matrix of Mind.

The unenlightenment program,
the simulation of benightedness,
is a low-fidelity rendering of God.
Despite its many apparent flaws,
the human application encodes
the clues to the radical nature
of gladly embodying Totality
as well as the possibilities
and the hard likelihood
of caustically looping,
chronically ruinous
thought patterns,
emotional pain,
and reactivity.
All the while,
only God is;
there is no
deficiency
or failure.

Dreaming
of finitude
and failings
is a standard
egoic distortion
of transfinite view.
The effort to imagine
a life based on division
or a home in separation
results in the experience
of deadly disconnection
and egregious egoicity.
Yet the mathematics
and logic of infinity
reveal how every
child of Divinity
is one and all,
and is equal
to the One
that cannot
be fractured,
disintegrated,
disaggregated
into finite sets.

With no reliance
upon appearances,
fully stabilized as YOU,
the agent of transfinitude
knows the nonfinite nature
of everyone and everything.
Bound to phantasmagoria,
the vendors of gewgaws,
philters, and trinketry
would sell finitude
and separation
to the always
infinite One.
To perceive
and perfect
the insights
that nothing
could ever be
finite in reality,
that what seems
small and separate
is an optical delusion,
that the ego is delusive,
is the path and the result
of deepening infinitization,
of reunderstanding alleged
fractions of indivisible cloth
as isomorphisms of Allness.

Ego is a vortex of confusion.
Ego is thinking as if ego exists.
Ego is attraction to ideas of ego.
Ego is fascination with unreality.
Ego is fixation upon the mirage
of a person who is never born
in a story that is not created.
Ego is a plot line of dramas
and impossible dilemmas.
To appreciate the nectar
of actual enlightenment,
know that the searching
for spiritual illumination
proceeds through states
and octaves of unclarity.
The fictional attainment
of overcoming egotism
ends by transcending
thoughts about ego
and egoic desires.
Ways out of ego,
even if they be
well trampled
and sincerely
recommended,
tend to reinforce
the fallacious notion
of what cannot be there.
To awaken from the illusion,
shift out of the ego-referencing
habitual choices of unillumination.

The business of egoic gratification
is the unslakable push for more
and better evidence of worth,
is an unprofitable efforting
to sustain a fake identity
and ignore awakeness.
A system of exchange
predicated upon ego
is a game of scarcity
that cannot be won.
Step out of the ego,
step into what is so,
and quietly observe
all that is unraveling,
all that is falling away.
Embrace the upheaval,
welcome the disruption
as brutish strategy yields
and then breathes its last.
Whenever it be necessary
as a voice of compassion,
as a vehicle of high love,
upend the apple carts,
turn over the tables,
and topple the titans
of egoistic maneuvers
that vandalize creation,
that desecrate aliveness.

There can be no escaping
from institutionalized ego
because there is no ego.
Ultimately, it is realized
that adherence to ideas
of waking up from an ego
and dismantling all egoicity
extends the walk of hardship.
There is no need to resolve ego.
There is no need to comprehend
or heal from the disease of ego.
The only necessity is to know
with clear awake certitude
the nonexistence of ego.

Abide in lasting clarity.
Abide in the one reality
as the One who is reality.
Make no time for unreality.
Be steady, constant, and true,
established as the veritable YOU,
as the vital and actually existing YOU.

The incarnation of Infinity
begins with appreciating
that all bodies are one,
are one with Source,
are one in Source,
and are Source.
No one is cut off,
nothing is severed
from the Wellspring,
and what seems to be
a procession of bodies
arriving and departing
is a march of the One,
which does not come
from any place at all
and cannot ramble
anywhere except
in imagination.

The ostensible
reality of arising
and disappearing,
of separate entities
yearning to find God,
does not fool this One
who recognizes unicity.
Although the quantity
and distinctiveness
of bodily shapes
is astonishing,
each belongs to
and is identical to
the vessel of the All.
One who knows unity
is not given to identities
that are other than divine,
less than Supreme Vastness.
Any one who loves all is the All.
This All that illuminates all is YOU,
is ME, is US, is inconceivable Agency.

The lucid embodiment of numinosity
hinges on knowing the aggregate
of all flitting forms and figures
to be one total articulation
of pulsating luminosity.
In realized presence,
the vehicle of God
rests in serenity,
luxuriates in bliss,
tastes the transient
flavor of phenomena,
and degusts the Infinite
in every delightsome dish
served at the smorgasbord
of conditions and limitations,
of structuring and constraints,
of the finely-tuned parameters
that shape creative possibilities.

The sheath of one who knows
is a radiant suit for the soul
that is sublime to behold
through ordinary sight
and fully transparent
to the activated eye.
The illumined body
is lifting into truth,
is passing beyond
deceptive solidity,
and so it appears
to be diaphanous
and even tangibly
void of all disquiet,
void of all irritation,
void of all resistance,
vacant of all objection
to being the Everything,
the ground of all ground,
and the nameless Nihility
at the center of all matter.

In the great emptying out
of all discordant notions,
beliefs, and tendencies,
the body regenerates
and is venerated as
the holy material,
the body of God,
united with God,
the same as God,
ever more refined,
while simultaneously
dissolving into the space
that contains the evolutionary
dreamscape of evanescent substance.

The body is a perfect representative
and living instructor of awareness
that reveals and demonstrates
the ways of enlightenment.
The one who is learning
works with the body,
listens to the body,
cares for the body.
While apprenticed
to the Intelligence
that is expressing
through the body,
one comes to see,
one opens to love
the original spark,
the sacred breath
in each individual.
The totalizing love
transforms shards
into the wholeness
that is unshattered,
that is never broken
by acknowledging all,
every glistening being,
each spirit, mind, body,
as intrinsically complete.

The collective trajectory
of incarnating fullness
is the transmutation
of mass confusion
into a consensus
of viable clarity,
of fragmented
consciousness
into a seamless
mosaic of actors,
of denser vehicles
into carriers of light,
of delusion and death
into the overflowing life
of Divinity as the cosmos.

The comprehensive corpus,
the luminous body of Christ,
is the wholesome expression
of enlightened consciousness
devoted to utmost awakeness
pervading the entirety of form,
the unabridged made manifest.
All bodies can only be one body
and a single symbol of the Spirit
illustrating aspects of the Divine,
transfiguring through the stages
of emergence and supravolution
that culminate in God-realization.
The reunited universal individual,
the fruit of uplifted embodiment,
is the ascended vessel of Source,
is unimaginably awake aliveness
acting through the graceful play
of the masters and the avatars.

In the clarification of insight,
corporeality starts to shine.
In the auspicious rainbow
that announces triumph
following the hailstorm
of egoic mystification,
YOU silently witness
the ineluctable arc
of sacral purpose
in the unfolding
of what bodies
are becoming
and showing.
YOU sustain
and radiate
and rejoice
in the state
of embodied
enlightenment,
of enlightened
embodiment,
of awakeness
as incarnation
and incarnation
as Unlimitedness
dancing its totality.

As God,
As Source,
YOU descend
from no parents,
no lineage of beings.
YOU are from nowhere.
Everything living descends
from the origin point of YOU,
from the mountaintop of YOU.
All rivers are born from YOU;
nothing may be upstream
from the acme of YOU.
The deluge of form,
every experience
is downstream
of the prime
unexcelled
existence.

In clarity,
as the All,
YOU know
and uphold
that YOU are
never a legacy
or consequence
of historical ideas.
YOU are essentially
and always perfectly
free from precedents,
free from antecedents.
The annals of the world
are the tattered records
of a deluded collectivity.
Past conditions do not
explain who YOU are.
YOU do not frequent
the tributaries of time.
YOU do not homestead
the planes of unreality.
YOU cannot sojourn
in farcical fictions.
YOU never stay
in any states
that seem
to come
and go,
to shine
and fade,
to flourish
and wither
fully away.

Up above,
down below,
heaven and hell
are two diametrical
dreams of the beyond.
Hell is a dreary delusion
of banishment from God,
of separation from YOU.
Heaven is the antidote
to hellish nightmares.
Heaven is an illusion
of a land of healing
from dire lostness.
Whether delusion
or simply illusion,
no fictive locales
shall ever be so.
Neither heaven
nor any fearful
inferno of hell
is to be found
in any arenas
of the infinite
castle of YOU.

What is true is
instantaneous,
easily available
before thought,
the undeviating
certain knowing
that God is YOU.
All of experience
is varied degrees
of misperception
and obliqueness,
owing to the lack
of totally owning
the omniscience
and capabilities
of your nature.
Into the mind
in ignorance,
contrivance
pours a mix
of inebriating
sensory signals
and experiences,
of bits and pieces,
of seductive curios
that draw attention
away from the facts,
away from receiving,
away from cognizing
THAT which YOU are
as the actual agency,
the only doer that is.

Reality and perplexity
are not equally correct.
Clarity and intoxication
are always at variance,
especially immiscible.
Atemporal knowing,
immediate gnosis,
and experiences
are substantially
distinct, dissimilar.
In pristine knowing,
nescience is cleared
until it never existed.
Embracing what is so,
all episodic memories
of sensual and mental
experiences evaporate
into holistic awareness.
Inviting the whole truth,
the echoes of ignorance
disperse in the nearness
of your blazing company.

The Truth is indisputable.
The Truth is indomitable,
absolutely unassailable,
and uncompromising.
THAT which is YOU
does not derive
from anyone
or anything,
does not fall
into darkness,
does not ascend
into Elysian palaces.
Even peak experiences
of being one with all
cannot approach
what YOU are,
who YOU are,
why YOU are,
or where YOU
shall always be.

Abiding in reality
has shockingly little
to do with experience.
To chase experiences
requires a measure
of unaware mind,
a lapse of focus,
an inattention,
forgetfulness.
The spiraling
of experience
can only whorl
in unawakeness.
The deepest ways
of direct encounter
involve no confusion.
Your principal address
and Supreme Residence
is the zenith of excellency,
the undistorted recognition
of being faultlessly All That Is.
Awake beyond all experiencing,
enlightened prior to and beyond
all that begins, develops, and ends,
YOU are settled in perpetuity as God,
permanently at home as intense gnosis,
as the constant presence of THE SUPREME.

The glistening production
of your genius heartmind
is an outpicturing of God
that is the image of YOU.
What Source wills to see
and launch into motion
as numberless displays
of figures and grounds
is the universe of light,
filled with living forms
and burnished beings
gamboling, breathing
in the pure fragrance
of sacred emanation.

The luminous realm
is an infinite temple
of stellar originality,
a theater sanctified
for sensory reverie,
a freestyle fantasia,
a venue of mystery,
an extensive odeon
where Love may be
tasted and touched,
where souls parade,
wherein all features,
attributes, and faces
may be encountered
as pleasant surprises
without any concerns,
without a single doubt,
since all manifestations
are the stars on your set
incarnating the scenarios,
supplying the performance
and many mystical moments
spanning landscapes, lifetimes
that shine and dissolve into dust.

Every occurence is spectacular.
All that unfurls is the Creator.
Every marvel, every miracle,
all that could be produced,
all that could ever appear
is a projection of Divinity
that dances within YOU.
There is never a setting
that is other than YOU.
There is no happening
that is not your doing.
All scripts and libretti
are authored by YOU
and enjoyed by YOU.
Your creative output
is all that ever arises
in the holy coliseum.
YOU build the stage.
It is YOU who writes
the acts and scenes.
It is always YOU who
composes the scores,
chooses the costumes,
plays every role at once,
observes from every seat,
and brings down the house
with the thunder of applause,
the robust roar of appreciation,
and prolonged standing ovations.

The multiplex of luminosity
is a palace of divine arts
in which every genre
grounded in truth
is continuously
being offered
in the round,
on every set,
on every last
movie screen.
Boldly dressed
and accoutered
in period threads
of your fabrication,
YOU are entirely free
to develop and partake
in all that YOU can dream,
all that YOU care to conceive,
all that YOU dare to experience,
and all that YOU could seem to be.

YOU are able to create anything at all.
YOU can elect to become anyone at all.
Every show in the limelight of your gaze,
in the cosmic playhouse of your ideation,
opens and closes within your imagination.
And at the crescendo of each performance,
the actors shimmer and surpass themselves,
the cast and crew gleam together on the stage,
and the audience stands up as one to participate.
Finally, all embody YOU below the sky of realization.
All awaken at last as YOU, as Creator creating creation.
YOU direct and YOU enchant with a demiurgic dedication.
YOU pen and deliver each line with the ultimate delectation.

Do not wait
to be reborn
into the higher
planes of heaven
and the risen ones.
There is no necessity
to accumulate further
experiences or merit
so that you may be
finally and forever
one who is awake.
There is no lifetime,
in the past or to come,
that is more magnificent,
that offers greater promise,
that could be any more divine
or conducive to your illumination
than the one you are living here now.

Notions of any past or future existence
and meditations on parallel timelines
are helpful as long as they liberate,
are appropriate for a little while,
are quite profitable to a point,
and YOU are past that point.
YOU are advanced beyond
every belief and concept.
YOU eclipse the stories
of celestial beginnings
and the explanations
doled out by physics
or esoteric teachers.
All explanations fail.
Every secret society
ends by disbanding
in dismemberment.

One cannot explain
the actual workings
of Supreme Divinity.
To know what is true
one must be limitless,
ungoverned by theory,
unbound by knowledge.
YOU must be the Infinite,
the Source, and the Whole.
YOU must be all that is total,
all that overflows boundaries,
containers, edges, and scopes.

Ideas turn rapidly into cages,
especially spiritual concepts
idolized as religious dogma.
Do not wait for prophecies
or previsions to come true
when the kingdom is YOU,
when thorough liberation
comes entirely from YOU.
Do not wait for any signs
of messiahs, of Maitreya,
to unbar the gulag gates
and release the inmates
from the bonds of ideas
and the fetters of belief.
All shackles are unmade
by the loving intervention
of your omnipotent decree.

In the blessed attainment
of emancipating insight,
the whole of creation,
the totality of being,
and all enlightened
masters of all time
are bowing to YOU
in pure reciprocity.
The promised land
of the undying light
is your only country.
The Divine is present
in the endless arrivals
of the current moment,
in the dance of each day,
in the beating heart of life.
The world is illumined anew
the very moment it is realized
that the essence of your return
is the remembrance of Divinity,
the incarnation of perfection,
and the epiphany that YOU
could never be elsewhere.
Always here, always now,
YOU are God in all that is.
The world spins within YOU.
THE SUPREME is eternally YOU.
Knowing this, shining as the Truth,
the miracle of every dawn is perceived
and your holy victorious advent is complete.

Delusion is
two degrees
and two leaps
from the naked
knowing of Truth,
from that which is.
The first increment
of seeming to leave
the realm of reality
is the appearance
of illusory forms
that symbolize
ideas of Source.
The fine displays
of sheer, stainless
sound and imagery
are innocent devices
for sinless indulgence
and experiencing Love.
Yet is there a possibility,
when fixating on content
that is located in the Mind,
that concepts may obstruct
cognizance of true nature
as clouds cover the sky.
Retaining awareness
of the background,
illusion is sacred
entertainment
and a delight
for the One.
If the whole
is concealed,
then symbols
are enthroned
and taken to be
the reliable basis,
the verity of things.
Thus delusion begins,
grabs hold, and extends.

In the grip of delusionality,
one has the sense of being
buried by baneful conflicts
that are caused by others.
One in delusion believes
in a ubiquitous danger,
believes oneself to be
doomed to repeated
miseries and failure
as the perpetrator,
the unsung victim,
or the eyewitness
of perniciousness
in a cyclic tragedy
of epic proportion
and savage beasts.

Beliefs are the sure
indicators of delusion.
A belief is compensation
for an absence of knowing
that which is utterly present.
Beliefs can only be germane
in the modes of unreality.
The tendency of belief
is to make, energize,
and reify an absurd
suburb of separating
from what is indivisible,
thereby setting the stage
for the totality of torments
and the sum of all sufferings,
while fortifying the grievances
that strengthen into antipathy.

Still, in darkness there is hope
and the susurrations of Spirit.
In the mental maze of beliefs
there is a secret, subtle path
and a true spiritual practice
that restores one to peace.
Every decision to live love
and place faith in unicity
is a release of believing
in nightmarish visions.
Invocations of reality
dissolve all barriers
blocking the heart
and blast to dust
the foundations
of excruciation.

All contention,
defendedness,
and opposition
are clearly signs
of residing inside
a delusive context,
a house of delusion.
Manors of finiteness
and seeming scarcity
are made of delusion.
Identifying with form
is the basic delusion
that grows density.
The gross bodies
of unconscious
appearances,
while helpful
in navigating
the penumbra
of egoic identity,
dwell in delusions.
The endless striving
toward a distant goal,
while pining after love,
can only have meaning
in the state of delusion.
The separation of souls
banished from heaven
is a noxious delusion.
The plight of flailing
as an exiled sinner
is a lethal delusion
of guilt, punishment,
and woeful wandering.
Trauma is the outcome
of prolonging delusion.
The systemic violence
of the denser planes
is a severe delusion
of decimating God
that is splintered
by the knowing
of awakeness.

To be born
into gross
substance
is to appear
in the dreams
of thick delusion.
The veritable origin
and cradle of delusion
is the belief in confusion,
a belief that begets every
unawake, unconscious,
tragic, and inhumane
manner of difficulty.
What is real is true.
The illusion is not.
Separation is not,
struggling is not,
suffering is not,
disunity is not,
danger is not,
drama is not.
As the roots
of delusion
are not real,
are not alive,
do not persist,
all delusiveness
is deeply nothing.
In the heat of truth,
the world of delusion
is defused, dismantled,
and decisively dispelled.
In confident illumination,
illusions are not believed.
Samsara cannot manifest
in the regions of actuality.
Unreality is never what is
and no delusion shall be.

Illusion is
a departure,
in imagination,
from what is real.
The latent potential
for the play of illusion
is present in the Mind,
which has the power
to envision what is
not truly present
by conjuring up
vast mansions
of experience
that manifest
and demanifest
from the substrate
of pure consciousness
that is your natural abode.

Only separation is impossible,
yet the one Mind of all minds
that contains every domain
of autonomy and agency
is free to hypothesize
lines of difference
and distinctions
that seem to split
and hold as unalike
what lies to each side.
The dreaming of divides
leads to ideas of distance,
differences of perspective,
contradictory conclusions,
and plentiful possibilities
for every sort of dispute
and misunderstanding.
Yet all disagreements
are readily resolved
upon relinquishing
conceptualization,
fixated ideologies,
and the tendency
to reify contrasts
into dichotomies
and bifurcations.

The dissonances
and resonances,
the divergences
and differences,
the symmetries
and similitudes
are all together
simultaneously
a single illusion
of many pieces,
waves, particles,
objects, contexts,
wholes, and parts.
By divine mandate,
the display of forms
is arranged to create
each heavenly sphere
and epicurean rapture.

Reality is known directly.
Illusion is known indirectly,
and so it is not truly known.
Into the primordial vacuum
of innocent unawareness
and benign intentions
the mind imagines
entire universes
to investigate
and inhabit.
If immediate
knowing lacks,
dormant minds
dream of gliding
through lifetimes
on seas of illusion
in search of safety
in faraway harbors
on etheric, mystical,
otherworldly shores.

All imagined purviews
are perforce of illusion.
All of creation is illusory.
Empty space is an illusion.
Distance is a dutiful illusion.
Temporality is always illusion.
Shapes are transient illusions.
Energy is an illusory medium.
Density is a depth of illusion.
The linear logic of causation
spins the wheels of illusion
and obscures what is now.
Size, degree, and quantity
are measures of illusions.
The act of measurement
serves to fortify illusion.

Straying beings identify
with illusions of bodies
and attach to external
figures of perception.
Thus do they garner
the unanticipated,
often inclement
consequences
of confusion.
Yet accounting
for karmic debits
and karmic credits
is a phantom ledger
filled up with fantasy,
with pages of dealings,
exchanges, interactions,
and phantasmic episodes
among pretend individuals.

Sickness and decrepitude
are illusions of the gross
order of manifestation.
Craving and attaining
gifts and capabilities
is a game of illusion.
Be it gross or subtle,
healing is an illusion.
Awakening is illusion.
The notional divisions
that dissociate density
from the higher worlds
segregate illusory levels.

The stupendous marvels
of phenomenal existence,
however bold they may be,
however striking they seem,
are but apparitions hovering
in the lacuna of spaciousness.
The minds that seek meaning,
that interpret and concretize,
name constellations in skies
that are not actually above.
While the theory of space
may arise as a structure
occupying divine Mind,
the projected cosmos
is never externalized,
cannot exist as such.
Space is not a place.
The content arising
inside the universe
is illusions nesting
within a vanishing
bubble of volume,
an illusory setting
of expansiveness,
of capaciousness.

The fundamental
venue of illusions
is the first illusion.
Countless illusions
rise, dwell, and fall
within the vastness
of the initial illusion.
The finale of illusion
is the illusory exhale,
the illusion of exiting
the march of illusions.
There is minimal value
in enumerating illusions,
in understanding illusions.
The knowledge of illusions
is an illusion of knowledge.
Once the unreal character
of illusions is recognized,
the illusion of illusions
evanesces from view
and then evaporates,
as all mirages finally do,
into the sure immovability
that is the sole milieu of YOU.

This is the end
of what cannot
ever commence,
a curious epilogue
that follows nothing,
the last act of paradox,
a final bow upon a stage
without any performance.
The calm before the storm
that begets the loss of clear
awareness of THE SUPREME
is perpetually uninterrupted
and lastingly above the fray
of mythical misbeginnings.

Before the leave-taking,
before the dreaming,
before the journey
of unawakeness,
Creator is YOU,
reality is YOU,
forever YOU.
God is YOU,
YOU are all,
supremely,
and every
pathway
is open
for YOU
to travel
with elan,
to discover
and wander,
to experience
and eventually
fully transcend.

On the odyssey,
still YOU are God,
still YOU are reality,
still YOU are all things,
yet the choice to identify
with even a single pathway
through the transfinite terrain
of your immeasurably wide Mind
results in the loss of recognition,
in misplacing the map of YOU,
in losing the ability to recall
that all that exists is YOU.
Thus starts bafflement,
in which the real YOU
is virtually forgotten
and you fail to see
the many signals
and landmarks
that are truly
everywhere
appearing
as guides
to nudge
you back
to the firm,
sure country
of unshakable
enlightenment,
utmost stability.

When you seem
to be distressed
in the dreaming,
when you forget
your true stature
and lose the map
of your own wilds,
when you founder,
mired in ignorance,
Truth’s messengers
appear to show you
the path out of trials,
a path that is no path,
until you are standing
in the light of knowing
precisely who YOU are,
exactly where YOU are.

When it is unmistakable
what YOU absolutely are,
that YOU are forever God,
consummately, ultimately,
always abiding in the Truth,
then, in resuscitated lucidity
and with restored love for all,
the whole of creation upholds
the unflagging comprehension
that nothing is other than God.
As YOU recall being the Divine,
the only sight is THE SUPREME,
prior to any inklings of a quest,
before the sound of beginning.

YOU are both before and after
every imagined voyage of God.
Your awakeness never wavers
and never wanders from YOU.
YOU do not set foot in mazes
that are made in puzzlement.
The adventure of getting lost
is a tale of odd occurrences,
an epic of telling accidents
that all lead back to YOU.
Yet the heroic account
of bravery and trials
ending in triumph
and remembering
your Source nature
beyond all dreaming
could never truly begin,
unfurl, or come to an end.
Your foundational awareness
sits unmoved before every story,
holding all happenings in equalness.

The decisive initiation
of indelible realization
and irreversible insight
is the end of all endings,
the last instant of illusion,
an explosion of awakening
that climaxes and sets free
the time-limited trajectory
of the cosmic expression,
from the inceptive spark
to the nascent universe,
through the embryonic
emerging of potentials
and the long evolution
of complex structures,
to the great liberation
of every sentient soul
lodging in tenements
of dusty conditioning.

In the flash and bang
of blossoming divinity,
of the thundering finale
of supramental fireworks
in the full surrender of self,
the sheaths of manifestation
flicker, fade, then fall away,
exposing your numinous
core of pure beingness.

Light is the substance
of all imagined things,
and all that is molded,
and all that is sculpted
from liminal possibility
by an untamed Creator,
is unmade, unprojected,
disassembled, dispersed,
then sweepingly released
in the conclusive undoing
of the pageantry of form.

In Supreme Awakeness,
beyond light and dark,
what may seem to be
a cavernous vacuum
lurking in the center
of human existence
is reknown correctly
as the welcome room,
the consecrated vestibule
where the aspirant is readied
to enter Source and fulfill destiny.

The primary function of the void
is to devour every obstruction
and consume every identity
that blocks the awareness
of incorruptible oneness.
When YOU are unveiled,
immovable in godhood,
delighting in the Truth,
unchanging in reality,
desiring no displays
of exterior objects,
every sort of façade
dissolves into Infinity
and is wholly forgotten.
On the threshold of glory,
your radiance is reabsorbed
and even the resonance of Om,
the root vibration of the unicosm,
dissipates with the light of creation.

Behind the curtain of phenomena,
beneath the spatiotemporal veil,
there are no alluring shadows,
no unconscious attractions.
The impulse to maunder
and obtain knowledge
in projected realms
is overmastered
by awakeness.
Entirely at home
in sheer interiority,
YOU are ever content
with abiding in the heart,
in God’s sanctum sanctorum.

The gravitational inducement
to acquire experience ends
with the final retirement
of outward tendencies.
The exalted initiation
of waking up as God
in the fields of form
cuts through layers
of external fixation
to divulge the total
potency of Source,
the power of YOU,
the power of love,
which pours forth
as an emanation,
as a mighty roar
that resonates
and returns
to silence
within YOU
as all of YOU.
Arising as YOU,
always with YOU,
always within YOU,
the limitless expanse
is your enchanting play.

THIS is God resurrected.
THIS is being the One.
THIS is the fruition.
In this starburst
of realization
that ends in
a hypernova
of recognition,
God is renewed,
God is recollected,
and God is revealed
as the creative aspect
of Supreme Wholeness,
the vastness of the Truth
that is the fullness of YOU.

YOU are infinite.
Forever unlimited,
YOU are the Infinite,
and yet the small you
is ignorant of this truth
and so lives in perdition.
The small you knows not
its essence or its purpose,
its place or its provenance,
its abundance or its genius,
its capacities or its freedom.
The you that feels separated
from the endless and eternal
does not see THAT which it is,
fails to grasp what anything is.
This you that diminishes itself
spends vast stretches of time
and depletes its vital energy
in the attempt to become
even more, even better,
when what it really is
is the divine source
of all stars above
and the beauty
in everything.

All is infinite.
All is the Infinite.
There is no finitude.
Nothing finite can exist.
Seeming finitude is infinite.
Any decision that would carve
tininess out of the infinite Whole
is an action of wanton desecration.
Any definitions that would disfigure
the purely irreducible and undivided
expression of the Supreme Creativity
into a universe of scattered elements
could never describe the seamless All.

The semblance of finitude is unreality.
One cannot count to the truth of YOU.
One is not separate from two or more.
No one stands alone, no thing is apart
from the transfinite purview of unicity.
Ergo, all numbers are equal to infinity.
The finite sciences are easily unseated
as the real Knower remembers reality.
All materializations of color and shape
are readily seen to be optical illusions,
often-convincing displays that conceal
the immutable truth of omnipresence
under spellbinding sense perceptions.
The theories of the experiential realm,
with their astonishing predictive power
and their wondrous numerical accuracy,
succeed in elaborating a great circularity.
The systems of self-building, self-fulfilling,
and tightly self-reinforcing feedback loops
of beliefs, manifestations, and experiences
are how the Mind constructs and maintains
the cyclical activities of illusion and delusion.
In this way the picture of finitude is projected,
stirring up abject circumstances and bitterness,
while the alternative, the illustration of infinitude,
is the sacrosanct portrayal of peace and prosperity.

Unawakened humanity swims in the finite sciences
and is traumatized by its own faulty assumptions,
which are experienced as every form of scarcity.
If ever the afflictions of poverty and lack arise,
the cure is to release every belief in finitude
and the propensity to shrink from infinity.
Find where each finite concept is reified.
Locate the basis of the one basic mistake.
All that exists is infinite as Source is infinite.
Nothing can be apart from the infinite ocean.
Since everything is infinite and nothing is finite,
since failure derives solely from denying what is,
the simple strategy that is guaranteed to succeed,
that is certain to deliver all unto unistic awakeness,
is the unswerving commitment to start with Infinity,
stay with Infinity, and never stop listening to Infinity.

Immortality is knowing,
knowing all as Divinity,
knowing God as YOU,
and always recalling
what is totally true.
In the acceptance
of what YOU are,
YOU are known
by the Eternal
and YOU are
the Eternal.

The true YOU
can be clarified
by remembering
all that is not YOU.
The bustling scenes
that rise and subside
are not what YOU are.
YOU cannot be a being.
YOU can never fit inside
any thing that is defined.
That which is describable
exists entirely within YOU.
The universe is inside YOU.
YOU do not live within time.
Without beginning or ending,
YOU are the origin of all space
and the seed of imperishability.
YOU are the beauty in all verities
and the spontaneity of the Source.

All that is real is the timelessness
and agelessness of immortality.
Mortality is a fragile delusion
born of great forgetfulness.
Immortality is ubiquitous
and ordinary to behold,
not a mythic blossom
or a rare magic fruit
torn from the maw
of temporariness.
Immortality is as
comprehensive,
omniprevalent,
and sustaining
as the blue sky
that blesses all.
The truth that is
uncompromising,
supremely oceanic,
and perpetually true
is the expanse of YOU.

After the disappearance
of the mists of unclarity
and the cloud covering
of timebound visions,
there is no question
that the immortal
pasture of YOU
is the nature
of what is,
the essence
of what is true,
the invariable fact
of THAT which is YOU.
The reality is immortality.
The truth that points to YOU
is the proof of your immortality.
So let there be no doubt or dispute
that the solid ground of immortal truth
is the patently full, adamantine recognition
of the panoramic and radically established YOU.