The beginning of the end, my friend

It is happening. The beginning of the end. It is sinking in.

I am now writing from the person, as the person, but there is finally an intuitive understanding happening that's changing everything I've ever read and heard about it. IT, what is. There's a deepening and then a return to the ego, then some more clarity, and then thoughts pull me back. And so on. 

Thursday I cried my eyes out because I had cancelled my gym membership. Due to the new rules of partial lockdown, once again we can't use the locker rooms and the showers, and for someone who sweats as much as I do that's just not great for health purposes. 

I got there, after a 30 minute bike ride, drenched in sweat and then had to exercise in those wet clothes, and after that I had to cycle to the store and home even more drenched and disgusting and so it took all evening to get warm again.

And I just had the flu for 8 days.

M2 has corona at the moment, so after I pet and cuddle the cats (his cats, sneezed and coughed upon) I wash my hands. Hopefully that will do.

Cancelling the gym membership means I can turn on the central heating some more, which is nice. 

But it was my social life (I don't need much) and at a certain personal level I will miss those guys. Some nice people there.

At the same time, the timing is perfect. 

I have watched Anna Brown for hours on end.

Then I happened upon Fred Davis and watched him for hours on end. (Check YouTube for Nonduality THE LOOKING GLASS.)

Now I've come across Mooji and I'm listening to him for hours on end. 

Also rereading some stuff, that's just so different now. Because now it's clicking.

So there's plenty of space for the process to happen.