emotionality does not have moods.
mind's recognition and interpretation
is the formation of the moods, generally.
emotions don't have subject matter either.
they don't even or ever have particulars.
that's all mind-work,
sprinkled with emotion as flavor.
it's only that emotions interface with the mind
in which this false presentation is generated.
and the mind then views the screening with animation.
it's crazy to say,
but, in the deepest sense, pure emotion is nameless.
it's quantum conscious of its isness within itself.
unnamed, unnamable.
it seeks no exterior enterprise like representation.
yet play is an interactional transitional form
of emotion in its constancy without effort.
becoming somewhat interactional with mindfulness
and then its self consciousness.
emotion in its constancy
has to endure experience
and its constancy of wear-age.
that arrangement is so tight
that emotion, in its nature state,
is almost unrealizable without mind intervention.
imagine a feel state which is constantly radiant
but without the mind's interpretation of radiant.
I know, how is that done?
that's how deep we are in with the mind's usage of feel.
even if you went there,
you would want mindfulness to get a take or a glimpse
or at least an experience which returns with verbiage.
imagine if the essence of emotion was in tune
with the rest of the frequency universe.
but we, we humans, are in mindful code.
we're not vibratory aware in a sensory way.
we don't actually become much of whatever that is.
but we surely can spectate on a lot of it.
for whatever we name as an it,
we can focus on that and take account.
but emotion, at the deepest level,
is not working for the mind.
the mind is interpretively working with the feel,
but it's all in mind rhetoric and account.
surely we get the energy of emotion
but kindly in interpreted means and ways.
emotion maybe be more primal
than the version of mind usage we have now.
we have mind wardrobe and wear-age and account,
but pure emotion has nothing to do with that.
we are wall to wall mental equivalency
when it comes to emotional source and essence.
it's hardly believable.
that you and I live with a sage.
and yet we amble along like buddies on a road trip.
and every place we think we want to go
in the course of our bucket list of life,
the sage has been there, done that,
demystified it all, before thought got a hint.
and emotion is a pure state,
we don't have a possible perception of that.
if emotion didn't come into the thought world,
we'd be seriously clueless and selfishly vain.
let's just say, for this moment in time,
that emotion is the lubricant
and mind still thinks of itself
as the machine . . .
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