How does this one prospective can help you to witness all that is unseen
Spirit of Ararat
In my younger age I did not give that much importance to all that surrounded me. Where did they come from? Why are they here? Why am I interacting with them. Like having glasses that only sees structure, although some meaning, but never depth. I was busy enjoying things around me submersing myself with it no further question, only pondering to some sort of explanation if I stared to heavily into the void, loll. When I started to go through development of the brain and gained more conscious thinking, I started looking for the meaning in everything around me that bypassed the physical description, the human language, the expression of known dimensions, to somewhat patch the void that was growing in me.
After years of experiencing life, gaining small spiritual awareness each day it had helped me improve my experience with life, make it little less bitter, to let go of need to control, ignite the fire of peace in me. With one particular awareness, that I gained over years of observation which is
Every Fiber Of Existence Is the Spirit In Eternal Dance.
This is a very interesting awareness that I adapted over the years primarily to cater my observation of hidden world. To make a sense of things, being more in gratitude for right things, could it be spirit of love with it dazzling emergence of peace and ever contentment, or spirit joy with its ever filled abhorrence to witness, or let it be spirit of contentment with it’s peace to echo the sense of belonging , or spirit of soil for its commitment to acceptance of the seed , spirit of humans? or idea, a place, cult?. My awareness grew as I started acknowledging all the force, good or bad that moved things, got everything to feel they belong, all the forces that guarded this existence.
Unseen Forces Or Just A Different Dimensions?
Shifting the awareness to the fact that, even if we don’t perceive sadness but we process it, we don’t see the the ground working but roots are growing, seeds are blooming. You don’t see what makes you happy when you are content but yet you embody it. Shifting awareness to the fact all the force we don’t see still move us, make existence possible for us, fill the void for us. All to effortlessly and unconditionally allow us to witness the dance of movers, the doer’s love, and the creator’s empathy. Frequent participation in this awareness open a dimension that is perceived with more than one sense. You become more aware, almost like they start forming structure in the way you perceive them. They try to make sense for you, an acknowledgement that they are aware you notice them. Suddenly, the dance makes sense.
Often larger spirits are the body representation in physical existence. Acknowledging their presence in all things, at all times, that we all are unite in one process, witnessing each other while sharing unconditional love puts you at peace. That, It is not your responsibility to carry the essence of your being. That the fabric of existence is held together by those that make sacrifices of themselves. That there are larger intelligence with more empathy that looks after you, make things happen for you makes sure there is enough oxygen for you. Their direct existence is in much harmony with you, allowing you to experience yourself and them.
Departing The Eternal Spiral.
Awareness is the thread that connects everything. Whether seen or unseen, felt or unnoticed, it is always present. When you acknowledge it, it acknowledges you. The spirit of air, the movement of water, the weight of sorrow, the embrace of contentment—all exist, not waiting to be found, but simply waiting to be noticed. And once you notice, you cannot unsee. Awareness stays. It shifts, expands, and reveals—not as a weight to carry, but as a presence to surrender into. It does not ask you to hold the unknown, only to recognize it. In that recognition, uncertainty softens. The mind is no longer tasked with control; instead, it becomes a witness, resting in the hands of something greater. And in that surrender, there is comfort. A deep, quiet gratitude for all that moves, for all that holds you, for all that simply is.
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