I love to talk and write about Oneness.

In spiritual circles, it’s often mentioned and revered.

It’s the ultimate goal.

Being Oneness.

Realizing Oneness.

Becoming Oneness.

It’s something that many human beings aspire to experience, so that longing, that urge to search, that deep desire, is obviously built into who we are.

And yet, it’s an extremely paradoxical endeavor.

As a person, you can never experience Oneness.

Because experiencing Oneness would erase the person entirely.

There simply wouldn’t be an individual left to know what’s going on.

But not all is lost.

You can come close, deliciously close, and feel filled up.

The human being can definitely have a sense of Consciousness.

And when that happens, it is simply known.

Sometimes it’s a big deal, sometimes it’s not.

Most of the time it sticks around, casually or obsessively, looking for more.

More of itself, as itself.

Oneness playing you, creating you, acting like you, pretending there IS a you.

The little you that is so important to us.

The little you we try to defend, enhance, make successful and push forward into liberation.

As this little you, you can have a big sense of that indescribable Oneness.

A conscious sense, a deep knowing, an aware vibration.

And every word and every description used to describe it, don’t come close to the actual experience.

Yet I can’t stop.

IT can’t stop.

Obviously.

Talking and writing about itself, as itself, within itself.

Looking for itself, longing for itself, AS itself.

Hahaha.

Brilliant, right!

And painfully confusing.

Separation is like spiritual amnesia.

You are always the only thing there is.

You are the feeling of being alive.

You are never not that.

You are everything, always.

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