Oak McIlwain

Is there a stain on your mirror?

Do you see you see yourself no more?

Are you out there on the street selling happiness like a whore?
My only disease is a deep inner joy that shines through my tears.

And I rejoice in tribulation

Because tribulation worketh patience, patience understanding.

And you rejoice in matter as your intestines fall to the floor.

And your heart dries up but remains faintly idling like your thought created machines.

And I’m calling you always from this distant realm of now.

At the absolute level, the ultimate truth is that there are no groups or individuals. You are speaking of relative truth here which is useful for beginners. Healing itself, being of the body or the mind, is within the field of matter (however subtle) and therefor it is always relative. The true self has never been hurt so requires no healing as it isn’t material. It’s only attributes are silence, space and awareness. It can be aware of pain but pain can never be inflicted on it. Identifying oneself with the material is actually the cause of suffering.

She is the west.
Not a direction but a gentle breeze
She is warm and soft when you wake for no reason.
For I have no reason.
But they all try to give me one and I drop it straight away.
For a vast expanse of emptiness that I touched today.
Just one caress and it’s washed far away.
Did I miss the stop in the second sentence. What for?
To make a senseless rhythm beating angel’s paws.

Glad to make your acquaintance lady of the west.
Did you like your mathematics test?
When one plus one equals one - you’re done.
But I have only just begun this quest…
It’s polite to open the door for another.
Some doors push back in an attempt to smother.

The land of epiphany is ripe for the tephenie.
S for the sombre sweet and sweat beneath your hallowed feet.
These days the humans dance with gods.
And Siddhis rise like golden pillars:
From the deep enchanted forest.
The dmtrees enshrined with bliss - encapsulate essential this.
The I am isness on the path.
The light that lights beyond light and dark.

Many people looking at the world around them feel that they must solve all the external problems in order to bring about harmony. This is the greatest illusion and trap.

Evil can only move through you when you are unconscious. Therefor if you remain conscious at all times then you are harmony. Likewise if the entire human race remains conscious then there is no way that any evil can exist.

No attempt at a unified theory of everything will ever be completely accurate as it will always contain some degree of abstraction. The universe or all of existence just is.

Explanations have inherent abstractions and with every layer of abstraction one moves further from the truth of what is.

When one ceases trying to explain things then everything automatically becomes explained because it is being perceived directly as it is rather than through a mental filter.

Given the entire manifest universe is a single field of energy, fluctuations in consciousness (love) run through it in waves as it moves towards conscious perfection. Even though on the level of the absolute there exists only perfection, within the absolute are infinite layers or dimensions operating with their own supposed laws, none of which can be absolute as they are actually mind created fragments of the whole.

Pure consciousness (love) is like a fire when it catches on one person it can easily set other people alight. Ever felt shivers up your spine when you are around highly conscious people? That’s the flame of love they are emanating.

When a person realizes their nature and begins to heal, they are not only healing themselves but the whole collective as they are not perpetuating the false, which causes all suffering.

Ward lord. O! Big O!

Ness, Paula, Jeff and Poo. Unholy shit, they are bound!

Forever more, I know this world is worlded by warlord.

I am Earthbound. I am not the one. I am thine unward.

For, you see, things dwell in this realm. Holy, shit. It’s ancient.
Fuck! I cannot dwell. I have no skill in this dwell.

Forever be, heiled thine son of sod. HUMAN SHIT IS MY SPELL!

Welcome to Holland.

Success is an idea
Ideas are not real
Success sells
Ideas are easier to sell than products or services

‘Looks pretty innocent to me’ you think to yourself…

Then later on you turn your back and BLAM… your on the ground with a fractured skull.

Don’t trust them! I tells ye!