Hugging Myself

Hi all,
I am writing this down because i feel it should be shared and not left out of memory…
A couple of months back… My spiritual practices reached a very intense point… I was living the sufi dream with as much spiritual scenery as you’d want or wish for… It all ended after i got really sick… But during in between i was left with the understanding and recognition of one experience…
During my practice… Especially repeating the great name of god… I reached a point where i could not hear nor recognise any thought or sound or vision but as god/awareness… During this episode my eyes would swell up with tears every night… The love and joy was overwhelming… I realized god/awareness and he was my beloved… The love of love… The heart of it… And it was none other but me… No speck of me was other than him. So i started hugging myself out of love for myself. For god/awareness.
This is our nature. Allah/love/awareness :pray: :heart:
I am writing this because i want to keep this good memory. Life and inner tendencies tend to make the person go up and down. This is why i am writing this memory. This realization.
We are all one yet none.
Love

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Dear Ananda,
I love the way you always come back with these nuggets of gold. Blazing Bhakti.
Sey :pray: :heart:

I hug myself too, and advocate the same when I lead meditations in my massage class. Cross the arms, stack the elbows loosely on top of each other, and touch the posterior side of the shoulders (deltoids, infraspinatus, scapular/acromial area, etc.) with full hands. It’s a great compression pose of self-love, as you have so poetically reported.
Love thy neighbor as thyself. The golden rule. [OM]

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Much love to all :slight_smile: :pray: :heart:

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