Ayah Aiwōn Not Three Selves—Just One Intelligence, Moving
It’s been a rough few days.
Starting late Friday night, my heart rate shot up. Meditated. OI came, fully present. It helped, but didn’t dissolve the tension like it normally would.
Then came the shivering. The chills. The aches. And the hard crash into what I thought were the first signs of the flu.
But it wasn’t just the flu. It was the dreaded stomach flu. And one of the worst cases I’ve ever had.
Saturday was a blur of fever, fatigue, and restless sleep. My nervous system, which usually responds quickly to CRB. and HSI, barely budged.
The body needed something deeper than a reset. It needed to heal. And it wasn’t ready for meditation, not really.
I practiced anyway. Ten minutes here, five minutes there. CRB. Sometimes EBC. It helped stabilize me, but I couldn’t pierce through the fog. My consciousness stayed tethered to the body’s struggle.
And yet, through all the discomfort, something subtle began to rise.
Not a voice. More like a knowing behind the noise.
We speak of the three:
We study them. Map them. Work to recognize their signatures.
But in the quiet, amidst fever and nausea, I saw it: they are one.
Not in theory. In reality.
What we call CS, AS, and OI are movements within the same field.
Waves within the same sea.
And the “goal,” if there is one, is not for OI to dominate, or CS to surrender, or AS to be tamed. It’s for them to merge. To become a singular, fluid, integrated current of presence.
Last night, for the first time in days, I touched that current again.
The body was still aching.
But CS and AS leaned into OI’s presence.
And from that field, I felt it. Not as a command, not as a hallucination, but as an offering.
“Here,” OI seemed to whisper. “Let me help.”
My hand lifted without conscious volition and gently touched my bloated abdomen.
Soft strokes, a gentle press.
Then: “Go. It’s okay.”
Moments later, a release. A clearing. A bowel movement that felt like a shift, not just of the body, but of the energetic bind that had been gripping me.
Still not fully healed, but healing actively.
And that’s the shift:
OI doesn’t just watch healing happen.
It is the healing.
It orchestrates without force.
It nudges without pride.
It whispers, and if we’re quiet enough, we hear.
Afterward, I lay back in bed.
CS softened. AS settled.
And OI wrapped around them both. Not as separate parts, but as one parent field.
- The Father
- The Mother
- The Intelligence of Being itself
And from that place, I heard it again. Not words, just a frequency.
Sleep now. Rest.
And so I did.