I saw this video the other day which has stayed with me for some reason :
Funnily enough I saw it on this “oddlyhorrifying” instagram channel which shares all things creepy and scary 
But I did not experience it that way at all, although I was fascinated - whilst looking with that ‘human’ eye - at why such a thing is apparently “oddly horrifying”, there is the ‘mother’ being devoured by ‘her’ babies… It clicked then that it is the ‘self’ that is the original cause of suffering, it is because ‘I’ exist that life is apparently a sick joke and universe an evil one for allowing such a thing to take place. Essentially it is to say that the horror in this video is purely with regards to what happens to the ‘self’.
Then looking with this “other eye” - a wondrous and marvelling eye - there is such amazement at what happens, that the universe is capable of doing this, and then the realisation that without ‘me’ there is nothing at all wrong with the universe.
The other thing which has been happening is that since yesterday there has been this willingness to lay ‘my’ hiding place wide open for the universe. That not a single part of ‘me’ is to remain hidden if ‘I’ am to allow ‘myself’ to be taken away. This felt tender, that ‘I’ was willingly giving access to the very depths of ‘my’ being, for it to be eventually unravelled, it felt that ‘I’ am giving all of ‘myself’ to this endeavour.
Yes the “escape hatch” is provided via pure intent, this is what ‘I’ allow to take ‘me’ away, with ‘my’ full concurrence. It reminds me of what Richard wrote with regards to ‘Peter’s’ experience of this sweetness :
Accordingly, then, at the moment when Peter leaned forward, wondering as he did as to my experience of the actual, wondering as to the very nature of the actual, the brilliance of the atmospheric lighting fluctuated (as if household lighting was increasing/decreasing via a dimmer switch being turned up and down to a regular pulse) which alerted me to his imminence; as he came ever closer, experientially, the up-and-down brilliance fluctuation segued into a side-to-side resonance of atmospheric timbre (as if pulsing back-and-forth from the walls of a hollowed circular space) and acquainted me of his immanence; as he reported becoming aware of a quite extraordinary sweetness his features were suffused with a radiant glow (not dissimilar to a sunburnt face ruddy with gleaming epidermal heat); as he advised of being literally bathed in that palpable sweetness his shining face shimmered with bands of iridescent pinks and mauves, subtly chasing each other upward from bottom to top, which more than amply conveyed the radical range and extent of his experiencing; as he had profound intimation of words portraying the philanthropic nature of altruistic ‘self’-sacrifice he expressed how sweet ‘his’ ending was to be; he spoke with soft intensity of how ‘he’ would go gladly into a sweetness of such all-consuming magnitude, of how sweetful a demise it was such that no human could ever have possibly wished for; of how there was no (expected) fear so vast as to best be called dread whatsoever; of how there was no darkness, no blackness, no abyss, no whatever, at all but, instead, only this incredible all-encompassing sweetness to go blessedly (my word not his) into oblivion with.