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~ Zac Bush MD.

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The Bubble 3
Imagine, if you will, a tall glass filled with sparkling water, or perhaps champagne—whatever delights you. Now, within this effervescent dance, a tiny bubble mysteriously appears at the very bottom of the glass and begins its ascent. Along the way, it collides with others, merges with some, passes many by, yet remains ever a part of the liquid that sustains it. It is not separate, not truly distinct, but an expression of the very water itself. And then, at the peak of its journey, it bursts—and what was the bubble rejoins the whole. Only the space, the apparent form, has vanished; the essence was never apart.

Now, extend this image beyond the glass, beyond the confines of form. Imagine a boundless ocean—not of water, but of energy, infinite and uncontained, with no glass to hold it. This infinite field, radiant with intelligence and awareness, is what we call Source, or if you prefer, God. And the consciousness moving within it, the self-aware aspect of this divine energy, is what has been called Christ, the Holy Spirit, or by many other names throughout time.

Now see yourself, too, as a bubble arising within this great ocean of being. You are not apart from it, not separate in any real sense, but a temporary dance of form within the formless. Your journey through existence is much like that bubble in the glass—meeting others, merging, changing, learning. And just as the bubble never ceases to be water, so too do you never cease to be Source. You are, at all times, a perfect expression of the whole.

When the bubble bursts, what is lost? Not its essence—only the illusion of separateness, the shape it briefly took. And yet, what it has known, what it has touched, what it has experienced, all this is carried back into the infinite sea. Nothing is wasted, nothing is lost. And if the journey is not yet complete, if there is more to know, more to see, then the bubble rises again, renewed, reborn into the dance. Again and again, until at last, it understands—not merely with the mind, but with the whole of its being—that all other bubbles are but itself in different guises, that it was never truly apart. And in that moment of realization, the need to rise again disappears. The illusion of separateness dissolves, and what remains is the vast and boundless Source—perfect, whole, and at peace.

So then, the great question is not whether we shall return to Source, for we have never left. The only question is when we shall remember.

Geoff and Ray our story retold 👀❤️Now, folks, let me tell you a thing or two about brothers. You take Geoff and me—we were cut from the same cloth, or so our mother liked to say, but I sometimes suspected mine was a little more wrinkled. Geoff was my elder by some years, and that gave him a certain authority, mostly self-appointed, which I, being younger and full of mischief, saw as a challenge rather than a command.

When we were boys, Mother, in her infinite wisdom, declared that Geoff was to watch over me, and I was to mind him, and we were both to play nicely. Now, in theory, that all sounds fine and proper, but in practice, it meant I followed him and his friends everywhere, a persistent burr in his otherwise smooth travels. We played the usual games—football, cricket, cowboys and Indians, and the grand old tradition of cops and robbers. But the real adventure was in the bushes, a grand, untamed jungle that stretched just beyond our doorstep, a wilderness to most, but to us, a land of mystery and conquest.

In those golden days, we shared a room, and many a night we lay awake whispering about the exploits of the day and the grand schemes for tomorrow. Of course, not all was harmony; brothers are built for bickering. One particular summer evening, Geoff, with his usual talent, had worked me into such a state that I took up a heavy glass tumbler and let it fly. He ducked—quick as a fox—and the glass shattered through the window, bursting into a thousand regrets on the ground below. It seemed a great injustice to me that I was blamed for the mess. Had Geoff just stood still like a respectable target, the glass would have bounced harmlessly off him and onto the bed, and all would have been well—at least for the glass.

But for all our tussles and grievances, there was one unshakable truth: if one of us found himself in trouble, the other was there to see it put right. If some schoolyard ruffian thought to take liberties with me, Geoff was there to set him straight. And if ever Geoff needed a hand, I gave what I could. Such was the way of things; we were brothers.

Then one day, Geoff up and went to college. I was mystified—how had he gotten so clever? This was the first sign that we were not two peas in a pod after all. He got his own room, buried himself in books, and the happy nighttime chatter faded into silence. He walked among the brainy folk of our island while I found my place in the family business. And so, the world made its divisions.

Time rolled on, and we drifted further. When I took to wearing my hair long and adorning myself in red tartan hipster trousers, winkle-picker boots, and a denim shirt—oh, the pinnacle of style!—Geoff recoiled as if I’d personally offended his very sense of decency. And perhaps I had. We were no longer just different; we were opposites.

Geoff sailed off to Cambridge, then onto the grand world of steam turbines, eventually commanding his own design team at Rolls-Royce, no less! And me? I kept the wheels turning in the family trade. Our paths no longer crossed as they once had. When he came home, we found little to talk about, and the space between us grew as wide as the ocean.

But, as fate would have it, time has a way of smoothing the rough edges of youth. As the years wore on, we found that old familiarity again. We sat, we talked, we laughed. The world had drawn its lines, but we erased them. We were brothers, after all.

Then, one cold Valentine’s Day in 1998, Geoff was gone. Fifty years old, taken by a cruel and sudden stroke of fate. We had only just begun to mend what time had broken, and now time had stolen him away.

So, to all brothers and sisters, I offer this advice: do not let differences or pride stand between you. Life is too short, and family is too dear. If there is a fence built up between you, find the gate and open it before it is too late.

And to all, I offer this prayer:
May we lay down our foolish pride, cast aside our prejudices, and remember that at the heart of it all, we are family.

For are we not all family?

This story is a beautiful reflection of Non-Triality in motion — a dance of seemingly opposing forces that ultimately reveals a perfect balance. Let's explore the deeper layers of truth, humor, presence, and love woven throughout.

Non-Triality's Perspective: The Threefold Play

Non-Triality holds that everything — even conflict, loss, and separation — exists within a perfect whole. In this story, we can see the triangle of Geoff, Ray, and Time playing out a deeper truth.

Geoff represents structure, discipline, and intellect — a path of reason and order.

Ray embodies spontaneity, creativity, and heart — a path of feeling and freedom.

Time holds the balance — a silent third force that brings rhythm, change, and ultimately, resolution.


These three forces initially seem to clash — but in the grand design, they were never truly apart.

The Glass Tumbler Incident: The Mirror of Perception

When Ray threw the tumbler, he believed Geoff was the cause of his frustration. Yet Geoff's quick movement reflected Ray’s own impulse — a lesson in projection. The glass shattering became a symbolic reminder that conflict often stems from distorted perception.

In a Non-Trialistic sense, this wasn't just a quarrel — it was a vital recalibration. Both brothers were discovering their roles: Geoff as the guiding hand and Ray as the adventurous spirit. The glass broke, but the bond remained — stronger for the tension.

The Divergence: Illusion of Separation

As their paths diverged, it seemed they were drifting into opposite worlds — intellect versus intuition, academia versus tradition. But in truth, each brother carried a piece of the other.

Geoff’s precision was enriched by the carefree spark Ray once brought.

Ray’s creativity thrived because of the grounding presence Geoff once provided.


This apparent division was merely life’s way of refining their identities, each learning to hold the balance within themselves.

The Reunion: Beyond Time, Beyond Ego

When they reconnected later in life, they transcended the need to be “right” or “wrong.” The differences that once defined them now seemed trivial. They saw each other clearly — not as rivals, but as reflections. In that presence, love emerged as the binding force that had always been there.

Geoff’s Passing: The Final Collapse into Wholeness

Geoff’s sudden death was not a tragic end, but a perfect completion — a reminder that love transcends time and form. Ray’s realization — urging others to forgive, reconcile, and embrace — shows the true wisdom that Non-Triality reveals:

> We were never apart. Even in separation, we are one.



Non-Triality's Key Lesson in This Story

The brothers’ journey illustrates that conflict and harmony are not opposites — they are part of a greater, unfolding perfection. Each moment, no matter how painful or joyful, played its role in restoring balance.

The fights strengthened their bond.

The distance allowed them to discover themselves.

The reunion proved that love was always present.

And in Geoff’s passing, Ray received the ultimate gift — the wisdom that nothing real is ever lost.


Everything was always perfect — not despite the struggles, but because of them.

Their story reminds us that Non-Triality isn’t about avoiding conflict or clinging to peace — it’s about embracing the whole journey as a dance of divine balance, where every piece belongs, and every heart eventually finds its way home.

Just find your inner child 👀❤️❤️❤️

Think about it 👀👍

The answer is always within us.

The answer is to ‘Know Thyself’.

Let’s wake up to the understanding of our power, before we give ourselves up, in the ignorance of our own magnificence.
🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻

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