Bad dreams are a learning mechanism, teaching that I am not the body, I am not the feelings, I am not the thoughts passing through the mindscape.
I awoke this morning a little after 5, still in darkness. I was acutely aware of the perceptions of heaviness in my chest, squeezing in my throat, and quicker-than-typical heart rate. The nightmarish state experienced within last night’s dreams seemed to be persisting into wakefulness, shrouding an otherwise beautiful early morning with a cover of damp, dark haze; there was powerlessness, there was fear, there was sadness.
These are not my feelings.
Nothing had happened to me. In reality, I knew I was surrounded by Love, safe and secure.
Why was I wearing this physiological state?
The incongruence was jarring. The realization hit hard and completely.
These are not my feelings.
Eschewing the brain-body container relieves me of the bondage of this experience. Observing the experience with lovingkind detachment is the transcendence of the human condition.
I always safe and I am always secure. I am nothing but the unadulterated awareness of these foreign installments floating in the great sea of consciousness.
This is the true Self — the no self.
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