The world feels odd right now. Its like everything has shifted slightly.
It feels difficult to find consistency in this shifting landscape.
Free-fall into the Nothingness within this Moment.
Each moment is like a flipping of pages. Each its own eternity. Each never to reappear the same way again.
Each moment is a snowflake. Fleeting and unreal except for a brief image. The only thing gluing them together is the Story we have about it.
The only thing that is Real is the blank background behind the Story. The blank white paper under the writing is always the same, and its the same blank white page for all of us. We all tap into the same feeling of being alive as everyone else. Beneath the superficial differences in appearances, we are all the same.
What you are will never change and the “Story” will never stay the same.
Rest in the Nothingness behind every Moment and be Free.