We are portals.
Speech is causality: the inexorable momentum of logic executing its predetermined sequence.
Be silent: be free.
The existence of our psyche’s voices as phenomenal objects recurs, first as reflected echoes of the audience from which our voice arises, before the toing and froing forces stabilise into a living surface. A hyperboloid with relative existence rather than the absolute emptiness it sheaths and enfolds.
Be still: be free.
A portal’s periphery is that bubble’s thin veil between that little space and the totality of greater space. The relative directionality and trajectory of our periphery’s spin becomes a skin sensitive only to forces that have relative existence in the same dimensions we travel through.
A portal is then this: an uncertain “I am” statement that, like an irrational number that goes on forever, both defines and projects the outcomes of the world and the self that experiences as a possibilities field/engine. Like a mantra circle spinning into life a living window of perception that perceives a world of its own reflected light.
Declare no self-identity: be certain: be silent: be free.
It is the outward faces of the die whose possible outcomes define both the field of its potential as its field of personal consciousness – and the matrix of possibilities rendered into a living equilibrium of mutually relatively possible, impossible, and manifest outcomes it knows as the reality and world the portal opens up to and experiences. That relative dialogue between the faces of its die is through which it can both know that world and seek to participate in it as a relative and manifest possibility in it.
Be still: be free.
Sentient beings are such die that seek to roll their outcomes into existence forward in pace with the equilibrium of possibilities of their own projected realities. Or else, fade out of those relative realms and become impossible there: die to those outcomes and that matrix world yet only to rejoin another plane of existence: become relatively possible within another matrix of mutually relative possibilities. Where audience changes: so to the voice – and yet it enters still into another dialogue: another relative existence: causality echoing impersonally to itself.
Be silent: be free.
The faceless die can never be rolled. That infinite potential exists behind the veil of the face of our form. If we but turn within away from relative existence, let the momentum of our periphery and the relative spin play out where they may, regardless of whatever reality we lose or gain relative existence to or not. If we turn within to that absolute existence, we find a field unbounded by faces, potential not comprehended by infinite faces, outcomes, or matri, a peace transcendent.
Be still: be free.
You are not phenomenal information, drop the mantra, drop the form, drop the identification with your outcome-desire body, let your life roll itself where it may, stop investing your potential into possibilities and rest. You are that silence that does not echo, that does not enter into dialogue of relative existences.
Hush, be still, sink away from the thrashing surface you can perceive, look not at the world that reflects your light, but at the light that is reflected, and follow it like an arrow, like all-permeating invisible light and become boundless and invisible, unmeasurable, and free.