The Observer - Part 2

Recently a friend took me to see a musical called Parade, which was about a man who was falsely accused of murder and ended up being killed by people who believed he was guilty. What was even more poignant was that it was based on a true story. When my friend asked me what I thought of the musical, I told him that I had enjoyed the way the play was produced and that the music was superb but the story didn't move me at all. I guess because I had been watching as an observer who wasn't on any one's side. I could see how everyone in the drama was acting from what they believed was true for them.

In a previous piece I wrote called The Observer, I wrote about how I was feeling so low I started feeling suicidal. I was able to reverse my emotional state by feeling love. And yet I was aware that a part of me wasn't bothered either way. Sometimes I wonder about this part of me. I reckon if I was experiencing life purely from the Observer's standpoint, I wouldn't get involved in relationships at all. Why? Because, the Observer doesn't need anyone when She is complete in Herself.

Who exactly feels joy and sadness and loves having friendships?

Me.

Isn't the Observer also Me?

Yes, the Observer is Me that has no beginning or end. The Observer is always perfect and will always be perfect.

And yet SHE is also the One who is choosing to express life as this human form which I've discussed in an article called Freewill.

The Observer is there to remind me that I can still have fun with life experiences without getting attached either way.

The Observer is there to remind me that my nature is unborn and undying.

The Observer is there to remind me that I am always perfect.

I am the Observer, I am Me.

Enocia

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