So things are once again going wonderfully, the levels of pure sensate delight which I am experiencing are really just off the charts. I can see that in actual freedom it is all that is left. As in there is only the direct sensate experience of the perfection and purity all around, with not a single bit of ‘dirt’ to get in the way. Words fail to describe just how delicious this is, indeed it seems something like this could blow one’s fuses if apprehended without prior acclimatisation. It’s almost like being “assaulted” from all possible angles by utter delight, it is in everything/anything that is experienced, without cessation.
I am not sure how the last piece of pizza that is ‘me’ will go but for now it seems remaining in this utterly delightful place is the way to go.
Something which Richard wrote in his journal has been on my mind, which is to allow this moment to live me as opposed to ‘me’ living in the present. This never made sense in the past but now I can see what this is about, it is exactly in this direction where I am proceeding. There is resistance at this prospect though, it seems like it could be almost too overwhelming to commit to fully. Where this moment lives me there is no buffer for the perfection and purity, like I could become that “psychological omelette” if I found myself fully locked into that utterly delightful place with nowhere else to escape to.
So I guess it is kind of neat that ‘I’ won’t be there to have to suffer through all that delight 