indieHealer

The forgetful egoic heart.

I am the one who seeks forgiveness in the lost projection of my love.

I search for the lost love outside of myself.

The small mind connected to the One Mind- need not seek to find, like the egoic heart, but seek to return home.

The true heart, the heart center, where the soul resides is without ego- in remembrance, I understand what the mind is seeking, is itself-

That which is Love. That which is me. The heart. Not separate but connected always. In truth, the ego is not separate but you will always think you are. That’s your job. That’s the only way you know how to “survive.”

like the soldier. To survive war, you deem fighting and winning are the only ways through. Peace however doesn’t consist of fighting and war. It’s not even the absence of it.

peace is love. The acceptance of difference and loving and forgiving anyway because the heart knows, the Other is actually itself. The enemy is you. It has always been you and you are not an enemy really, just a confused mind who believes in death and manifests hardship from the power inside which you think you’re separate from. But it’s your power. It’s your projection.

the lost love doesn’t need to be found. They are still there, inside you. Waiting for you to see them. Waiting for you to remember. To remember you are the love you seek.

But, as the ego- We forget to remember and remember to become whole.

The heart center will always tell the egoic heart/small mind to remember. When you remember you become whole.

To Know and to Remember takes a route of trust that lies deeper than the external world. To know and to remember involves falling into the abyss of the non physical.

The pathway of the One Mind involves the heart.

Go to the heart.

Focus here.

Remember it all.

Confusion dissolves. Death becomes change. Change is constant. Change is transformative and everlasting.

All that is left is One.

(If you read this with your ego- the message was lost from the beginning. If you read this from the heart- you need not even begin).

It is in the eye of the beholder that which is known. Knowledge isn’t read- it’s felt.