Extreme pleasure filled me this morning while dreaming. So much pleasure I woke and flowed in between stunningly beautiful and fulfilling dreams. Waking from them I felt the joy of them, the camaraderie between me and Angels, most of whom were female.
So many I experienced, revealed in, went back into, experienced more, then woke again in peace and clarity. Love, certainty, love, being seen, love, and being known, cared for, attended to, accompanied…so many positive experiences…
Experiences people expect from other people; boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands and wives pale in comparison to these experiences. If they only knew the real, lasting, unwavering unconditional love of their ongoing now origin!
“Positive” doesn’t capture the richness of experience, emotion or immersion, nor does it approach how delighted I feel right now, feeling this while watching and feeling these words flowing through my fingers, falling short in describing how I feel, what I’ve experienced, what I know.
What’s really cool now is, nearly every day, every morning, this happens. Weeks ago I wanted to savor every ecstatic instance. Scarcity and fear fueled that desire. I thought such experiences wouldn’t last. Several weeks later they still come, their ecstasy overflowing, overwhelming, washing over me like waves crashing upon uninhabited, unexplored treasure islands.
My desire shifted from savoring born of scarcity, to savoring in their abundance while expecting, believing, knowing…such experiences know no end.
Like my life knows no end.
So my delight continues, ever delighting me leaving me in stupendous awe at life’s paradoxical yet real-as-fuck dual-and-yet-not dual reality. Physical and nonphysical known by me as one continuous reality.