The Scrolls of Ahyeen: Wonder-ful

From the Scrolls of Ahyeen

These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.

They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.

Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.

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 Wonder-ful 

“Purpose. Purpose. Purpose. Finding my purpose…”

Zahra had been having this thought merry go round in her mind for a while now and it did not leave her alone. But she also knew it was not about the thought itself. It was about something beneath it. Something she had not quite yet been able to put her finger on.

Today she felt like taking a soft walk outside. Maybe the cool breeze would help her get clear. Or maybe not. But she went anyway.

Where she lived there was this majestic mountain right across the ocean, and though the weather which bathed it changed constantly and the clouds were forever shape shifting around its summit, it remained steady. Strong. Nothing bothered its majesty. 

This had been like so for many centuries and would surely remain so for many more, but somehow today it spoke differently to her.

There was a sense of satisfaction that the mountain emanated, which reminded her of being Present. Just Present.

And suddenly it clicked. It was like the mechanism of a church clock falling into place to chant the hour of mass. A glorious call to go deeper within herself.

She had to stop. To stand straight, facing the mountain, and let it sink in.

Suddenly she was realising the simplicity of it all! There was no purpose other than to live fulfilled and whatever brought joy, wonder, gratitude, the love of life into her heart, was the purpose in that moment. It could change. It was not a constant task or something that needs to be achieved through what she thought to be service.

She had believed she had to provide something useful to society, to the world, in order to fulfil a greater purpose. To have a relevant job or develop something meaningful that could positively contribute to the whole of humanity’s liberation from suffering.

What she had not realised was that this only required her to liberate herself from the experience of suffering by loving all of her parts back into wholeness, one by one and all at once… So that her heart could have space for joyful contentment, for humble acknowledgement of her own unique value in the matrix of the Earth experience. And then she could celebrate whatever made her heart overflow with wonder.

All she needed was to remain Present. Consciously aware of her thoughts and their nature. Capable of choosing love instead of fear. Mindful of the words that came out of her mouth and the way they were expressed. To realise that actions move energy and carry meaning. They are a purpose in themselves. Electing kindness towards herself and therefore towards others, as her guiding principle. Being able to establish clear boundaries that did not foster patterns of victimhood. To honour everyone on their journey of life and to remain compassionate. To trust her inner wisdom and be lead by it in all situations. To keep perspective of this reality as an experience and herself as the experiencer, yet knowing her eternity to be intrinsic and inseparable of who she truly is. To tread gently and respectfully on this planet, aware that it too was her. To see the brilliance in each element of nature, in the people, in the situations and to be able to find the silver lining in all moments. To know deeply and fully that when in conflict, the most important step to take was always to step back into coherence with her breath and then discern what to believe, what to do, where to go, how to be in life.

The purpose was not one mission. One task. One accomplishment. One activity. One direction. 

It was any and all of that which enhances, enlightens, enlivens and nourishes. All of that which is wholesome, fulfilling, overflowing with joy, peace, grace, love, inspiration, respect… templeness in each breath.

This would provide the synchronicities themselves, which brought about the richest outcomes for all involved. And what was fulfilling now need not be held onto forever. It could and would change, which meant that letting go was also an essential part of the equation.

The mountain, right there in front of her, was effortlessly showing her so much without even moving. Wow! It could be that simple. 

Simple but sometimes incredibly challenging. To stay connected. To not forget. To discern the truth beyond the many illusions of duality. To be firm in her willingness to surrender to All that Is, with no attachment to the enticing seduction of keeping personality traits fixed as self-defining principles. All of this in itself was purposeful.

Zahra smiled to herself. She had known all of this for a long time. But the mountain had connected the dots for her. A steady pillar between Heaven and Earth.

She felt so much love for this mountain right now. Such overwhelming gratitude, that together with the smile came sparkling tears.

What a relief it was to not have to have a plan of how to achieve purpose!

One breath at a time. In wonder. Now Zahra knew what the word “wonderful” really meant!

Corvo - Island of Stillness

 

Corvo – Island of Stillness

There is a land that is small in size, but immense in stillness.
The forgotten land,
her remoteness makes her unique,
her innocent beauty fills the Soul.

Here, there is nothing to run after.
A sweet embrace of Home. 
Corvo carries the knowingness of Essence,
where you cannot but feel safe.

Come.
Let her embrace you in her crater.
Let yourself be held.
Here, you will know you have never been lost.

What Lives Here Beyond the Lightness

🌊 The Invitation to Stay
Corvo —the smallest island. Her vibration is one of candid innocence: wise, resilient and untainted by the illusions of power. 

💞The Spark of Remembrance
She reminds one's own uniqueness. She carries herself with simplicity, unbridled by vanity. Serene, present, whole. 

💖The Realness of Safe
Here, the part of you that still believes it is in danger, can sigh and rest. All sense of agitation softly wanes into stillness. She invites you to notice yourself Home.

You are safe to just be.
You are safe to listen.
You are safe. Absolutely.

Welcome to the Island where you can relax so fully into you, that all the love that you are is finally allowed from within. 

Flores - Island of Presence

 

Flores – Island of Presence

There is a land that reminds miracles.
The westernmost frontier,
her magnificence celebrates grace,
her intensity invites stillness.

Here, awe is ever present.
A gentle whisper of more. 
Flores carries the heartbeat of abundance,
where your reflexion shimmers as bright as you can allow.

Come.
Let her show you your true nature.
Let your awareness bathe in revelation.
Here, you will know yourself to be the fountain of joy.

What Lives Here Beyond the Magnificence

🌊 The Last Frontier
Flores —the last pearl of the archipelago. Her vibration is one of Presence: honour, humility and reverence embodied.

💫The Shower of Light
She sparkles and sings, she dances and rests. She carries the knowingness of exile, hardship and determination with the grace of One who has transcended limitation. 

💖The Staff of Abundance
Here, the part of you that still believes it is less, can finally surrender. Every illusion of lack is dissolved in its cascading waters. She invites you to no longer hide. "Shine, dear one. Shine with me".

You are safe to be all here.
You are safe to surrender here.
You are safe to be One.

Welcome to the Island where Abundance speaks the language of Joy and Love is infused in every mollecule. 

The Scrolls of Ahyeen - The Love that You Are

 

From the Scrolls of Ahyeen

These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.

They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.

Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.

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 The Love That You Are

Not an emotion. A state.

Not something to seek, chase or get. Something to Be.

Not a temporary experience. The timeless flow beyond separation.

There is nothing that love is that you aren't... and yet you can experience yourself as a myriad of opposing forces.

When your vision gets clouded and pain closes the doors, invite the love that you are to remind you of what is eternally true in your everlasting knowingness.

A simple breath. A pause. A moment of stillness. 

Come. Come back to the love that you are. 

The Scrolls of Ahyeen - The Ocean of All

 

From the Scrolls of Ahyeen

These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.

They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.

Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.

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 The Ocean of All 

It had been a long time since River had felt drawn to get himself out into a crowd and enjoy whatever that experience would provide.

Since his awakening, River had gone through long spells of solitude, realisations, integration, release, transformation, through all of the ups and downs that come with expanded awareness. The inner volcanoes erupting in ways that had sometimes seemed impossible to survive through.

He had witnessed himself coming out of the darkest places within himself – places he never imagined could be a part of him. He had felt the pain of being human in so many different ways, had experienced rage, despair and sadness so deep, it had seemed there was nothing else to live for.

River’s Dark Night of the Soul had been a series of raging hurricanes, interspersed with that beautiful warmth of Soul’s embrace, which gave him temporary truce, only to find himself being ushered downstream in the tumultuous waters that then cascade off a cliff with such force that everything falling down below cannot but surrender.

Sometimes along the way, he had looked back, to see if it was possible to return and forego this whole journey of self-realisation, of embodiment of divine in human form and just be unconscious again. Just go to sleep and live the prior hypnotic succession of known routines. But that, River realised, was impossible. Many times, he remembered the saying “ignorance is bliss” and now knew it with a completely different intimacy. And yet, thinking back to the time when he was struck by the awareness that there was more to life than just what he had seen and known that far, he was certain that there was no way to switch off the lights and pretend that everything was just fine the way it was.

He had given up trying to explain what he was going through. It was pointless. While amidst the storms, definition was unavailable. And after they had passed, it’s as if the shift was so fundamental that the storm became meaningless anyway. It seemed a bit like those level games, where once you have passed one level and are immersed in another one, there is no trace of where you were before. There was the wisdom. The memory, though faint, was still there, but it did not have structure to it. This was the good part. And what kept him going and made him stay present and not turn his back on himself, even when the scenery was at its bleakest. Knowing that once it shifted, everything was different. And it never went back. Even when he fell. It was never the same. There was always more awareness. A different approach. A new perspective.

Throughout all of this alchemy, River had become hypersensitive and being in public places had sometimes felt unbearable. He could sense people’s inner turmoils, inasmuch as he could feel his own. Lower frequencies were physically painful and the noise of everyone’s racing thoughts was deafening. So, he had avoided places, people and situations that produced extra discomfort, as he was already dealing with enough of it in his own inner – and of course outer – landscape.

But now River felt the inner calling to go out into the massive crowd that had gathered for the summer celebrations in his town.

At first, he was apprehensive. However, his inner guidance took priority over any human concern and he followed it, always.

As he approached, it felt different. There were mixed feelings. On one hand discomfort in the pit of his stomach, on the other hand a sense of being at ease, of feeling safe.

River wandered around the stalls, watched the performances, chatted here and there with acquaintances and stayed on. Until the discomfort in his stomach faded and joy started emerging. A joy of being alive amidst life. Gratitude. And admiration.

It was past midnight and he was now immersed in an even larger crowd, at a live music concert where everyone was in celebration mode. And all of a sudden it clicked.

There were no longer others. There was just an ocean of spirit that was not separate in each individual. The people were all unique at the same time as they were all one same pool of divine nature. It did not matter whether some were consciously aware of themselves as divine beings having a human experience or completely oblivious of this. It did not matter who they were, where they came from, what they called themselves – it was all just one wave of coherence, of unbound love, of joyful elation, void of distortion.

River breathed, felt, jumped, danced, sung, embraced and marvelled at this sense of true oneness he had never been able to feel before, as he had never really let his guard down and dived so trustingly into the midst of humanness without fear. Or judgement. Or self-protectiveness.

He realised that the secret to being able to be immersed in life with everyone else, was not in seeing himself as separate, but in allowing himself to know his reality to be one coherent whole, and thus every single expression in it was allowed.

Self-realization was not about distancing himself from the world around him, but about coming to complete peace with it, with the human condition, with everything – complete acceptance. And then again, also about making his own choices, for his own experience of his own reality.

Being able to see the magnificence in everyone – the magnificence that lives beyond any and all perceived limitation – brought River to tears. Tears of gratitude. With the laughter of relief colouring his cells in a bath of blessed tears. Humble tears of awe.

This was the kind of thing that once experienced, cannot be erased or forgotten, but to be able to be visited, requires complete trust, complete surrender beyond agenda or identity.

And River had found it in the most mundane environment. The simplest moment. An inner invitation followed without reserve. The Ocean of All.

The Scrolls of Ahyeen - Steeped in Beauty

From the Scrolls of Ahyeen

These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.

They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.

Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.

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 Steeped in Beauty

 

She had been letting go of the idea that there is any other reality but that which she herself perceived and lived.

Vivianne was aware, of course, that there are many realities on this planet. As many as the number of human beings on Earth. Each one a creator in his or her own right.

It was therefore pointless to discuss the validity of the many points of view about wrong and right, good or bad and so on. Each one’s lived experience would continuously reflect what was truth or not.

But Vivianne also knew she was not here to do. Just to be – fully, and her truth resided in the knowing that requires no thought. In the silence that births every word. In the Presence that needs no proof.

She knew herself to be a part of the whole, inasmuch as the whole appearing as part.

And in each breath, illusion could dissolve into a stillness so profound, that timeless truth could reveal itself.

Nothing to define. Nothing to refine, Only to allow.

It was precisely in that allowing that Vivanne had run into the ongoing experience of beauty.

It was in the simplicity of each breath. In the bird song. In the starlit night. The moonless sky. The cloudy morning. The misty mountaintop. The dew drops on the petals of the hydrangeas along the road. It was in the singing wind. In the whispering caves. It was in the gorges where water rushed to meet the ocean and on the dramatic cliffs that improbable trees clung to. It was in the glorious sunlit lake, in the silver reflexion of the moon over the hills. It was in the pastures. On the rocks. In the salty air.

It was everywhere the eyes could behold, the skin could feel, the ears could sense, the mouth could savour. The body could feel the fragrance of Spirit through every pore and still know it was beyond the perception of its physicality.

The mind could accept that it could not understand such magnitudes and depths, but it could sometimes put words to what nevertheless remained inexpressible.

It didn’t matter. Each one had their own perceptions and reflexions to experience, and unless it felt personal, it belonged to the whole of All that Is.

Living unrushed brought Vivianne the awareness that time was a subjective discovery. Inexistent at the core but useful as a barometer that kept life’s pace as free or as confined as each one cared or chose to be.

And then, one way or another, beauty always came along to kiss her on the face and say “Do you see? This is your lived experience. Your reflexion. Your flow.”

One thing is knowing this deeply. With no judgement. No second guessing. No wondering how it can be so magnificent – one’s own reflexion. Another thing is actually seeing it, being immersed in it, living it in tangible form, with unquestionable clarity, with undeniable realness. Irrefutably. Not open for discussion. Just this. Everywhere. No matter where one turns. Present in each breath.

And this, inevitably brought up, sooner or later, the reevaluation. “What in my reality does not match this? What needs to go? What is resonating in synch with this truth and what is no longer valid or useful at this point?”

Because, you see, no matter how wise, aligned or embodied one is, whilst living life in full surrender, there are always waves of experience along the way that question which direction we are really going to take. How deeply can we trust this magnificence in us and let it be just that, everywhere, anytime, in everything?

That, Vivianne smiled, is the whole point of living a human experience on Earth. Not making it perfect, but living it entirely. No matter what it is that is being reflected at any given moment.

And surely enough, right after this overwhelming immersion in inexpressible beauty, Vivianne too was confronted with the question: “Which trajectory do I want to take? What is not a clear reflexion of what my heart is showing me to be my fullest expression? What is coming up at this point, that I can finally let go of, in order to fall even deeper and wider into receptivity, trust, pure beingness embodied?”

She did not judge herself, or consider she had done something wrong that had set her off course at some point, even whilst navigating in full coherence and transparence with herself. Vivianne simply accepted that each challenge that presented itself was a part of the more that life was offering her. An answer to the question she had been asked over and over again whilst immersed in landscapes of unnamable beauty. Which was: “do you realise that this is your life entirely? Just this abundance of beauty and more and more of it wherever you turn, whatever you do? It is just this and more and more of this.”

It had brought tears to her eyes. Tears of recognition. Of awe. Of wonder. Of gratitude. Tears that kept on dissolving her into the awareness of herself as All of This that Is.

There was no other place or moment to be in. Just Presence. No need to escape anything. To escape Earth or physicality or to pretend not to be human because being Divine was more. It was actually the other way round. The Divine already was all there Is to Be. It was simply experiencing itself through human form as one more facet of immense possibilities. Or many more facets of infinite potentials materialized. Slowed down to the point of being visible and tangible. Wow! What a privilege, to be here to experience. To experience anything and everything.

And to come to this point she was at… Steeped in Beauty. Knowing this was all there was and more and more of this. Ultimately.

Vivianne took a deep breath and lay on the soft turf, within the volcano crater she was walking through in that moment, closed her eyes and just felt. All of it. And herself at one with it. Inseparable from her reality. And yet, infinite beyond time and space. Something one could only experience through a body with senses.

Her heart filled again and again with the joyful laughter of knowing herself Home. Steeped in Beauty. No questions. Just Peace. For Now. And an open heart for the experience and expression of more.

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The Scrolls of Ahyeen - A Blueprint of Quietude

 

From the Scrolls of Ahyeen

These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.

They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.

Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.

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 A Blueprint of Quietude

There are moments when I find myself experiencing nothing but quiet peacefulness. And in those moments which sometimes extend into hours and even days, nothing is more fulfilling than just savouring this.

There is a fullness in these paradoxically void pockets of existence, which nothing in the vast wide world can compare to or substitute.

Nothing to do. To think about. To understand. To achieve. To prove. To reach.

Just like that placid mirror on the surface of an absolutely still lake, on a warm day that feels so cozy, it could be the most comforting arms around you. And yet all there is is stillness in the midst of Nature. Supreme stillness.

No one else that should be here. No-thing missing. No other “where” to be.

A perfectly silent, awe inspiring quietude.

This is how I feel right now.

It is not the words I am using to sculpt the contours of this feeling, that can define it. And yet it remains somehow captured in a frame, here. Now. Like a photograph. And energetic blueprint.

The blank page with letters dancing onto it, becomes an entire landscape of something that is felt, beyond what is told.

And so it is.