A Friend Who Was Never Here To Begin With, Writes In To Report That She’s Now Left
Fred:
Julee died this morning.
I can report this as I suddenly saw the fiction of anything other than what I am.
There seems to be nothing here other than ISness.
All movement is slow today. The body is trying to assimilate this.
A small but gigantic mindblast.
HoHoHo.
Perhaps she’ll be back sometime. She might be!!
That will be interesting.
NOW I GET why folks have described this as “I disappeared”.
Nothing is real other than THIS!
There’s nothing in the interior(?) other than passing dust.
Who is writing to you?
Harharhar.
Julee(?)
BLUJEE!!
*Bluejee is the screen name Not-Julee uses in the private forum I host for members of The Continuing Students Program, and a few other regular, long-term clients.
July 17, 2017 @ 7:03 pm
Julee, your first line gave me a scare! But I quickly saw this was the best news, not the worst!
❤️ Kathleen
July 19, 2017 @ 4:17 pm
Wow, I just got a seeing of the emptiness of a character reaction to a character death. I had the same ‘scare’ too. But in the middle of some character-scrambling to reconfigure reality to accommodate a Julee-body death, I was amazed at what I’ve come to learn of Myself as the experience of Julee that I (‘over here’) have had. How little room that left for what used to be seen as ‘normal’ death pangs!
And it even makes clearer the grief that characters experience, as that IS the experience of emptiness for characters. But as Blujee flies in it, she is showing me something different! Stardust!
July 23, 2017 @ 10:04 pm
You spoke of this in Satsang today. The interperter perception of experiences….comments, labels, judgment, begins to thin and dissolve.
July 23, 2017 @ 11:58 pm
You’re on it, of course.
We begin to notice that there is no obstruction to overcome, because there’s nothing other than This which can be experience – however that experience might take form.
Love,
Fred