There are no feelings of bliss or joy or any describable feelings at all really, only a sense of forever, filling this moment. Not as a time, forever, or a motion outward to some place, forever, but the eternal now moment as it is. Simple. Like floating in a small room which has many doors and they are all locked shut. Almost sterile. Untouchable.
julie sarah powell
Source: http://www.beyondselfnow.com/diary.html
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