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Hello, it’s me – the universe.
Err, you know me, don’t you?
I just wanted to have a little chat directly face to face. I won’t make a big thing of it, no fuss, but simply try to spill my guts to you.
Probably you have developed quite a bit of anger towards me. You are likely feeling pretty disappointed, hurt and rejected by me.
You’d assume I could have contacted you previously or have let hear a peep from me. But you thought: “The endearing universe has so much going on, it doesn't think of me. I've gotten no space in its agenda.”
In a certain sense, you're absolutely right – thus, this was long overdue. So I gathered all my courage and
– ta-dah ! –
here I am!
So, what is at stake here?
Honestly, there isn’t so much diversity between us. Even if you guess there would be a huge gap. I wouldn't be that picky in your position, that just makes you afflicted. Of course, I've nothing against misfortune – whatever it's worth – maybe that's no longer meaningful for you either. Why do I care so much about what you do, think, and feel?
Yep, because there is no one else. I'm always that which just happens – with total dedication and devotion. There's only you and me, just now. Merely, You and Me. Now and here!
There’s no point in your room or even behind the sofa where I'm going to do something else which you couldn’t realise either.
Both of us are inseparable and I am entirely you. I always have been. You’ve just forgotten.
Therefore, these our actual words now are your/my thoughts. Your feelings are my feelings. It's our dream and our waking together!
Hence my tiny request: „Please, stop it“!
Once more, I got the feeling to relish the great things like ecstasy and laughter to the hilt. Longing for really horny orgasms, absolute unification and raspberry ice cream – until I'm fit to drop. That's what I want.
I'm weary of this old stagnant story of separateness. I don't want to hear that theme of loneliness any longer. Or do you enjoy it? I don't think so, don’t you?
You got me! So, I'm always eager to gain lots of new experiences. It's just in time. But I cannot get it without your help.
The moment I can talk to you is very precious to me.
I also haven't gotten any genuine proposals for you or tips or manuals. Actually, it should just go without tricks. Universe speaking to you - you must take a more relaxed view of things – then it will happen all by itself, since I am you, of course.
Hence, forget about anything you assumed to know, all that you've read and figured that reality is.
Yeah, this is all about you – without exception.
That's perfect life. Everything else is just more thoughts obscuring that what really exists. You want to experience exactly what happens now. Nothing else!
Isn't that great? You’ve already guessed that all the time, haven’t you? You're Life itself. Your universe being what’s happening at present. For sure, exactly that's what I am, I'm your universe. I experience and feel myself. This is great!
Whilst meeting another fellow being, it’s so pleasant to touch and to speak even when separated and longing for ecstatic separation-lifting unification. To be completely whole, being that you’re like.
Do you hear me?
Exactly that’s I am. Anything you see or hear, think and feel - that’s me. I laugh since it’s thrilling feeling you. Even separation is thrilling - as your perfection is. That’s awesome!
Our conversation is a great one even if you were thinking it’s unilateral. That's not true at all. Everything you read here comes from you. Do you really believe there might exist books with words which wouldn’t emanate from you?
Hence, your real and absolute longing for yourself is satisfied herein! Reading these lines demonstrates the declared intention to read this book. There’s nobody else, for example, lifting their eyes looking at a tree in a park. At that moment it's your own intention to lift your eyes and look around.
Feeling yourself this instant and not loving yourself – that's your own intention. And this very fact is precisely the mirror of infinitive love.
Do you feel the slight sweet pain in your heart? Yep, you do feel it! That’s your desire. Exactly perceiving this at present and falling for that longing - you'll sense a further sweet lightness in your heart.
You’d cry with happiness since you thought your longing would never be fulfilled or it would be extremely difficult to obtain... and now you recognize that it is your own desire.
And this condition and context is indeed breathtaking. Silence is a scream – a cry for yourself.
Oh my God, how I love seeing, smelling, and touching you. What is a grand sunset in comparison? Sensing and feeling your-self, that's it precisely. Thank you so much for that extraordinary experience, oh Separation!
I'm feeling myself, I'm reading - I am flabbergasted. I am the black nothingness in which no thing exists but this: Here and Now. I am every body including every-thing. And everything you and I are experiencing is soaked and permeated by life.
This is fulfilled desire. The hands, the thoughts, the senses and also watching TV. All this stuff is vibrant and fulfilled desire. I'm so glad I got in touch with you. I do feel me.
This infinite space I am is bubbling over with sparkling life – like a pebble.
The pebble represents absolute and total abundance. Just like that, so every thought, that emerges and every emotion that arises, is concentrated absolute and total abundance.
I do thank myself. Due to these words put down in this place, I’m able to say thanks to myself. I didn't know I could be so affectionate to myself. Not at all.
Yes, I guess that it's over … a new star is born out of joy and it burns in you.
At night, if you look at the sky you'll see it there above – and it doesn’t make any difference.
And I deeply hope that I'll forget it again. Just finding it is lots of fun … again and again. Our hope is identical - that has been shown now. Until there's no more longing for forgetting, ‘til then it’s a mere lived pleasure.
All people have the most exciting and greatest impetus, and you know what? Nothing comes of it.
Sheer madness! I am trying hard to get in touch with men. I nudge and steer them in the feisty direction, I show them diversity and I overwhelm them with wonders every second. And what happens? Nothing at all. These buggers! I scream, I beg and sigh without any result. All for nought. But I keep going forward until realizing there are no people any more.
There exists only Thou – now and here. Ah, that is relaxation. Well, it's pretty odd, anyhow, men act as though the leader threads were lost and they race to the abyss.
If thinking there might exist other beings would be incredible I had to think it up. It’s really exhausting to create something again and again that doesn't exist yet. Therefore, I love it so speaking to you.
Don't get me wrong. The writer is not a spiritual medium or channelled either. That's no fun. Nope, I am present in everything which is possible - with you, these words and with this voice in your head.
Well, this voice! You assume the voice sounds like your own. Hand on heart, have you really heard this voice before? Does the voice have a tone? A unique timbre? Is that merely your own voice? Separated and isolated? One voice in the head?
Ha-ha, fooled you! For sure, you thought from the deepest depths of Being, until now. But this Being is me. Occasionally, I speak rubbish and scold you, but that's part of the game.
Therefore, don’t even try to go into silence, please, don’t try to find the gap between the thoughts, because – err – I will stop talking. And perhaps you've already realized I'm mad about gossiping. Please, eschew the meditation-nonsense and getting in higher moods. That makes me mad … for everything is already there.
One really has to be talented to experience such a beautiful love affair. It's impossible to be closer and so smoochy. One voice in your head – and all your longings are fulfilled.
Oh, how awful is that! This is my way having an orgasm. Err, looking at it that like, you get a universal orgasm all the time. That's hilarious, isn't it?
All right then! I just feel the desire to experience something different. I'm looking for paradise – since I've forgotten that it exists already.
Um, I'm speaking often in first person view, but of course, I meant you, though. The very difference in doing so is you. Not me!
Desperately seeking paradise is a touchy thing since paradise is present all the time. A human being cannot understand that. And remember that the inner voice, just as the thoughts, are always mine. I'll rarely send thoughts which give record of something. Just at that moment the voice will stop, since you got it, and hence I don't like it at all. I'm not intending to dig my own grave.
Therefore, forget about understanding something. It's certainly possible that the lack of understanding will quickly return again. And that doesn’t help anyone.
Thus, I'm every thing and no thing, hence I take seriously my longing to experience that everything is completely perfect: paradise is on earth, no matter what emerges … and I am deeply embedded in love. But how can I manage that? Both of us are asking ourselves that, aren't we? I cannot render anything about that. I sooner may put in a good word for you to the Creator and wait if He can accomplish something. He or She, let’s not be so picky. Actually, I also am He or She. But as long as you aren't convinced about that, I am neither, unfortunately.
Consequently, I'd like to propose: I can put in a tiny good word for you. But now the crucial question: Should I? You really open to that, so stuff may just happen without any endeavour on your part?
Indeed, you had to omit any effort – but I doubt if you really feel like that. I'm not so sure you want to go this way even now, maybe you don't want that at all. Oh well, that’s why I contact you. I thought I might figure out somehow spying a bit for finding out what you'd like to do. How- ever, the camouflage is too perfect. Now, I am too dumb to understand myself, anymore.
Finally, at the end of the book, I'll get the info whether you’d like it or not. At the latest then I will let you know.
Certainly, you know that feeling of indecision. You simply don't like doing anything but staring at holes in the air – being deadly bored - it’s hard to bear. Boah, this arising infinity and that feeling of being lost in formlessness is unsustainable. Yeah, now, being absorbed by Eternity you realize the black holes.