iZUHM THA iNFiNiTE
Posted on 26/05/2017.
There iz no death as it as so commonly believed to be there iz only life and life iz eternal and immortal.
Death, as it truly iz, iz not a terrible thing. Death iz a natural part of life because life iz always transforming. You die yet live in every passing second. Death iz life, life iz death and the mind doesn't understand either life or death.
If you would just detach and disidentify with your illusion of fear, the belief that you will ever lack life or ever lack anything at all, you will see with clarity into eternity that life and death are one in the same and occur as one, unfolding together moment by moment because the beautiful reality of life iz change.
Trees don't mourn the leaves that die when Winter comes nor celebrate the birth of new leaves in the Spring. They just go along with the flow never resisting change. Learn from the trees because they are just another reflection and infinite expression of you.
Mourning iz the resistance to life's changing nature. Our pain and suffering iz caused by the illusion of loss, lack and limitations because life in reality iz abundant. In all of our misunderstanding about reality we attach ourselves to our illusions, the logical reasonings of our mind, instead of believing our heart we make delusional demands that life stop changing and give up it's natural beauty and eternal flow.
Nature shows us how we could be embracing the unconditional love that in reality we are immortal and we are forever and ever.
We are life itself in a constant state of change, but we live in denial believing the logic of the mind over the truth of reality. We embrace pain and suffering setting our heart on seeking the evidence that we are victims of circumstances to support our delusion that we are not the glorious creator of them. Circumstances serve us without question and without conditions because they love us for giving them purpose and sharing our eternal life with them because even in them they have the accurate information without our consciousness they don't even have purpose and no reason to exist.
When will we stop resisting unnaturally so and learn to celebrate and lovingly praise our natural flow?
Maybe when we lose our mind and live more from our heart knowing....
There’s no such thing as fiction. Our experiences are constructed within our own imagination. What we believe iz possible iz what we’ll experience. The life we’re living now iz only imagined in some of the minds of other infinite parallel versions of you.
iZUHM THA iNFiNiTE
Posted on 26/05/2017.

There’s no such thing as fiction. Our experiences are constructed within our own imagination. What we believe iz possible iz what we’ll experience. The life we’re living now iz only imagined in some of the minds of other infinite parallel versions of you.
Poppy
Posted on 27/05/2017.
In response to iZUHM THA iNFiNiTE's post:
"Life and Death"
Picking parents
Such a chore
Who were you before?
Being born
Quite a startle
New beginnings
Teeter along
Tot no longer
Growing up
Life to ponder
Making a mark
Upon the world
Getting older
Life unfurled
Seasons come
And seasons go
Death takes us
Oh no!
Who were you before?
Picking parents
Such a chore.
Words are like seeds. When you write them out, they grow into your dreams and spark the imagination of others.
iZUHM THA iNFiNiTE
Posted on 27/05/2017.
In response to Poppy's post:
That's great Poppy!! I resonate with your creative words my friend!
There’s no such thing as fiction. Our experiences are constructed within our own imagination. What we believe iz possible iz what we’ll experience. The life we’re living now iz only imagined in some of the minds of other infinite parallel versions of you.
Mr Brightside
Posted on 26/05/2019.
In response to iZUHM THA iNFiNiTE's post: In response to Poppy's post:re: Death -
The body is a fortuitous concourse of atoms. There is no death for the body, only an exchange of atoms.Their changing places and taking different forms is what we call 'death' It's a process which restores the energy level in nature that has gone down. In reality, nothing is born and nothing is dead ~ U G Krishnamurti
Anything that anyone gives attention to, becomes true