The Pathom of the Out-of-Body Mind and the Traces of Consciousness

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🌀 the universe, part 3.

The Pathoms of the Outbody Mind and the Traces of Consciousness

In the infinite darkness of the silence of the universe, Distilled Thorn continues to drift in a state of limitless outside the body. When she begins to question what she feels, her mind is moved by uncompromising curiosity. With an open mind, she begins to call out the name of feelings in a simple but strong voice.

Distill the thorn (with ingravity but clarity). "Feel this...It's like the whisper of a distant ancestor. Does this feeling have any implications for me to understand? "

In the silence that appeared the charm of faith, during which the light of consciousness began to appear as a soft glow, and then from the darkness became the shadow of a young man named Om Megha, who appeared loudly inviting him to walk closer. The coldness lurking the teachings of his wisdom spread out in the air.

Om Mekha, "Distill Thorn, recognize that in darkness there is a teaching in which consciousness is generous, in every change of time; life is not a matter of being or absence, but of release through every test that the mind must experience."

Distilling Thorn, taking a break with absolute doubt, and then releasing her breath gently, her voice remained short and straightforward, but the questions she praised in her heart demanded deeper meaning.

"But if life is a stream of change, is death like a standstill in it? Or is it just a step to the next?"

Om Mekha, looking deep into the eyes that still protect the secrets of the universe, before replying with words that convey hidden meaning in every word.

Om Mekha, "See, distilling death does not mean an end at all, but a transition in a transitional point. When your soul abandons the framework of the body, life begins to restart learning at a level where every color of experience is gathered into a great image in the universe, forming an understanding that every journey has an infinite resonance. Do you understand that death and life are just two sides of a coin where consciousness alternates with the stream of eternity?"

Gradually nodding in her heart, although her voice remained short and straightforward, within it began to have thoughts and feelings that exceeded the words that came out; she continued to question the reality she touched.

"Then this experience...Is it a lesson the mind must learn to find its true self, or is it to escape the pain of the physical world? "

Om Megha, chuckling consciously and full of mercy, his reply this time instead shining a light of understanding and reaching the essence of humanity.

Om Mekha "is not an escape, but an opening in the door of consciousness. When you experience pain and happiness at each moment, the mind begins to know that everything that happens is not only an act of fate, but a sign of growth. When pain becomes a teacher, you learn to recognize the importance of being present and discover that knowledge in the universe belongs to everyone who dares to face the reality behind the mask of the physical world."

As those teachings gradually resonated to distilling the Dhra, she began to raise new questions in her mind again, questions that reflected the meaning of being alive and the relationship between truth and dream.

Distilling Thorn, "But if everything is a stream of change, how do I know that I am truly living my life, or is it just touching the vibe of happiness in the seal of memory?"

The voice of Om Megha's answer flowed down softly, like the sound of a breeze blowing through a tree at night of tranquility and lurking with fibers of meaning.

Om Mekha, "Trust in your own inner feelings, and distill your hearts, for there is an infinite light in your hearts. When you know the voice of your heart, you will find that each experience, whether it is happiness or suffering, is a recorder on a mental record that will lead you to a deeper understanding. The truth is not provided externally, but a discovery made in the emptiness of your heart."

As the two exchange questions and answers in that profound atmosphere, a sense of travel through the realm of knowledge and reality gradually emerges as a great understanding in every speech.

But then, in the blink of darkness, a sense of anonymity turned into a flicker of breath in the first light of morning, and the eyes of the distiller gradually forgot, opening to the warm bedroom, and all the sounds of conversation in the dream still echoed in her heart.

Distilling the thorn (a warm whisper and a question in mind) "It...Is it true? Or is it all just a dream experience I experienced on the night of consciousness's disengagement? "

Skepticism and answers from Om Megha became part of the inscription of memory that she had to persevere in her tracks, to find the true meaning in every step of life and death that never stopped; as darkness and light alternated through, Refined Thorn continued to question herself every morning she woke up, while every answer of the universe slowly unleashed feelings and thoughts in her heart.

Eventually, the truth of that experience transcended the line between dreaming and reality, distilling itself as to whether the sound was a true mental song or just a sparse shadow in a dream that evaded the light of a new day.

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