When the night light is destructed. In your millenial blessings. Now thou are experiencing the radiance of the clear white of pure reality. Recognize it. All blood will boil. That which is called death have now come. Thou are departing from this world. But thou are not the only one. Death cometh to all. Do not bring your soreness and weakness to this life. Be not attached. Be not weak. Recognize this to be the Bardo. Yet be not afraid. Since thou hast not a material body of flesh and blood. What ever may come. Sounds, blights, or haze. All of all three, unable to harm thee. Vile no intellect. Which is now voidness. Yet not to be regarded as of the voidness of nothingness. But as being intellect itself. Unobstructed, shining, thrilling, and blissful, is the very consciousness. The only good Buddha.
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Cursed Mountain: The Bardo Testaments
SpiritualAn ancient manuscript found by Eric Simmons inside the Terma, describing the Bardo, the realm between death and rebirth.
