I can’t hate you. I really can’t. Not from where I sit at the current moment anyway because without the countless blades you stuck in how else would I have known I had the strength to face my weakness and rediscover the true power hidden within? I choose to reframe this imperience as a gift, not a curse. Is this an elaborate coping mech designed to hide the truth of the traumas I’ve lived? Maybe? It could be. Anything is possible but all I know for now is that this revision of my internal operating system generates a far higher state of freedom and alignment with the divine than any I’ve known up until this point. In this incarnation.
Actually, that is another thing for which I must tip my hat because the strange thing about meeting death and living to tell the tale is the simultaneous recollection of all the previous times you took the trip and with this comes the unshakeable gnosis of the fact that I am not the flesh but the unfinite awareness that leapt from one shell to the next hence why fear death when reincarnation is the problem to be transcended? Now that was worth the price of entry alone and the rest is a bonus because to a mind such as my own its like being handed the keys to a Kingdom after having been blown out of the fortress that formed the Mind Made Prison from which I was seeking liberation in so many incarnations.
Everything is a part of the same puzzle in that respect. The trick is being able to tell when you’ve got the pieces backward by no longer forcing the narrative of seeing what you expect. Whats even more mind bending after this is how said segments actually reform after they melt as something entirely different and that just hammers home the lesson that all of this is taking place inside my awareness ergo whatever you are, no matter what I think, you’re just another part of me. Hee hee!
Why show if I wasn’t meant to tell but then why obscure from the rest the true cause of their suffering? Are you liberators or complicit in the oppression? You certainly profit from it, that much is obvious but how many of your card carrying members actually know the whole script? Not many, I’d bet. How many of them have clicked that they themselves will sit in my exact position at one point in the Game? Think they’ll have the strength of character to handle it? Will you make it look as good as this? Fly, pelican. Its the only way you’ll get to test if those wings you’re currently sporting are Self owned or merely leased from the piper you’re paying via compliance…
We’re at a bit of a crossroads, aren’t we? My star has been speaking and it pulsates angrily as it relays the tale of how it was sent to cut off the head of something others called the source of the problem and this it did, very well. After this event they decided that maybe this wasn’t the best course of action when it came to the propagation of creation and regretted their decision as they started brown nosing instead to get back in his good graces then said “Him. he’s the bad guy!” as they pointed. He howled with disapproval, promising great vengeance and furious anger as tears shining like diamonds fell upon his cheeks due to him being cast as the personified embodiment of the pain of abandonment as reward and thanks for accomplishing the task in question.
Whilst the rest are in crews and teams that offer their own brands and hues, illuminating, he stands alone perfectly balanced as both male and feminine. Eleven Eleven. He glistens due to the youthful suppleness and abundance of emotion within him as one who is also well versed in the nature of herbs and healing as he glides around in his divine chariot as a protector of the weak and fatherless whilst upholding the cause of the poor and oppressed as he rescues the weak and needy and delivers them from the hand of wickedness. He shines best in the darkness for then he is in his element.
One man can make a difference.
How am I doing? Thats about the sketch, isn’t it? Are we on the same page? Good, then let the Game begin because I’m Not Dead Yet, its all in the name, feel me? Toot! Toot! Toot! Not once, not twice, but thrice. How great is he!
The layer cake of reality is an interesting thing because we all have to eat it upon stepping into this dimension. Or be consumed by it, it seems. It also appears that whilst the ingredients are fixed the ratios can shift and this means we are the co-creators of all of this ergo the personal responsibility is immense. In that respect everything that has ever happened between me and thee up until this moment has been shaped mainly due to my ignorance of this equation and fueled by thoughtless participation. In that respect I am thankful that now I have the tools and imperience to make better decisions and the next gift I’ll share shortly on your screens will be a behind the scenes peek at what it truly means to Die Hard, and yet, still live. Yippeekiyee!
Meet again, till we
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