Royal Proclamation: The Oyster's Pearl - A Cosmic Meditation - The Oyster Rub
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Embark upon a profound journey of cosmic reflection and existential understanding with "The Oyster's Pearl." This meditative narrative delves into the allegory of an oyster transforming a simple grain of sand into a lustrous pearl, mirroring our own life's struggles and transformations.
Contemplate the grand tapestry of existence, where even the smallest irritations and challenges mold our character and destiny. This story is not just an exploration of the oyster's journey but a mirror to our own, revealing the inherent beauty in life's trials and the majestic artwork of our souls.
As we navigate the treacherous but enlightening paths of our existence, let us embrace the struggles that shape our pearls of wisdom. This narrative serves as a reminder that in the grand cosmic dance, we are united in our journey towards truth, understanding, and oneness.
Embrace this message, and let it guide you in your quest for enlightenment and beauty in the universal symphony of life.
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For an [[Oyster]], rubbing a single grain of sand forever lodged inside its cavity causes its mucus to solidify, ossify, and harden until it's retrieved by a seeker or a finder who stumbles upon it. It is a long, arduous, dangerous process that will last the entire life of both creatures involved, inevitably ending in death, just like our own. The oyster even wraps the [[My Vault/pearl]] with its shell to protect itself from the outside, creating a shell against the infinitely small piece of sand inside.
Then, we find it beautiful, an honest and flagrant display of the transformation of the Universe through the unification of struggle, growth, pain, and beauty. Its simplicity, the imperceptible small piece of sand, and its character in the context of the finely tuned simple organism form a minor irritation so slight as never to be noticed. Into the slimy goo, an annoyance over a lifetime for the clam instantly transforms the infinitely small, completely indistinguishable piece of sand from any other matter surrounding it. As we all change precisely through the exact physical and bio-physical mechanisms, our thoughts undergo the same process. What are we if we are not our pearl?
We can only understand the totality when, finally, after all or most of our lives have passed, we are forever changed by how we reacted to those things most ignored, most hated, most troubled, obstructive, and feared. How we manifest that change as it rubs against our soul, like the sand against the tongue and shell of the clam or the oyster, determines the type of pearl we become and who or what will find us beautiful long after we are no longer us.
There is no good or bad, just variations in manifesting our realities through determining our destiny. Our destiny has always been and was a choice. Not the choice made for us by anyone else. Ever. Period. Things beyond our control strengthen our character, resolve, awareness, and the beautiful artwork we create if we allow ourselves the creativity to recognize the possibility.
In the nature and spirit of becoming the most beautiful pearl, when your phase changes from this particular phase into your imminent death, you must be on the search vigilantly with your head on a swivel to find other seekers of Truth and prepare your pearl-searching in every obscure treacherous place.
Thus, this adds to the novelty of generative life and creates energy in other energetic beings and ourselves, all on their journey within the larger frames and contexts. We represent this as equations and physics and chemistry for the sake of reliable, repeatable experiences.
However, that's simply unable to encompass or describe the power and awe of the consistent occurrence of more powerful experiential data that is received outside of what is attempting to be replicated ad nauseam.
The "Way," so to speak, outside of the replicable, is myriad and forms the entire universal reality that encompasses the full range of total death and rebirth both internally and externally along the way, joining all existence in its toroidal energetic whipping of the cosmos into a frenzy like a snow globe to then watch as the pieces settle back down and slowly the image of total reality, total one-ness, total love, total bliss, total purity and pure rage at anything that takes us out of that amniotic state we find disgusting.
When viewed from above as the Universe as ourselves, from the bird's eye view of all the birds, cosmically, we may see Truth briefly. In this experimental phase, we are whomever we are in this phase they are in. The comforting Truth of all things is that there is no reason for any feelings, good or bad, here in this phase of our realities since they never existed in the first place. It is one stage of our eternal being, and we all share the same source, end, and journey. The journey itself may wind, and we may split off from each other in ways or means. Still, we are always the same One Us and will always be.
His Royal Philosopher and Keeper of Cosmic Wisdom
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Sage Orion Lightbringer, Guardian of the Kingdom's Mystical Insights and Spiritual Lore
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✧・゚: ✧・゚: In Reverence of the Universal Truth and the Beauty of Existence :・゚✧:・゚✧
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May Our Souls Emerge as Lustrous Pearls in the Cosmos
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