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Within these
machinations,
nothing new is created, no spark of divinity, no
twinkle
of Life is absorbed and neither any
magic projected,
there only exists an empty and nocuous sludge of
envy
and hate. Mankind has been re-creating the same
defunct
and stale soup since the Great Split all those thousands
of years ago, not so long a time mind you. How life has
progressed .... NOT!
All
peoples are mirror reflections of each other. When a
beautiful Soul has shaped the journey with
garlands of
soft and silky flow of Spirit, then the true and
lightest facet of the aura reveals itself,
serving as a
beacon, calling ships to harbour, with glad tidings of
the glory of the Sun and
glitter of the Moon and stars
of eternity glittering in the folds of the infinite.
When
that beacon is ignored and left standing still, the
moment remains in Truth for the Beholder. For those who
have thrown Self away and forgotten that they have
forgotten, theirs will be a journey of
sorrow and
strife, for in that action, One creates for themselves
the arduous path back to light. There is loss in the
world between worlds, and individually neither is able
to shift dimensionally, as they only exist in group
which is the antithesis of true Self. The
quagmire of
lethargy and sickness is all too eager to swallow.
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"Of a
certainty the man who can see all creatures
in himself, himself in all creations, knows
no sorrow."
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Eesha Upanishad |
This is why, when I
find myself facing a situation in which the
thorn of
pain and heartache washes over me, together
with a spectral
luminescence providing the rhythm of thought and
experience, my arms stretch out to
embrace this
expression of Shadow and
Light. It is an experience that
is all too familiar and one that also shows
fresh nuance
and insight. How delightful to add this bundle to the
Hall of Akash.
This is
part of the reason why, as the fulcrum of where the
Beholder of light and shadow rests, I gladly accepted
the mission, with a cheer and
smile. It is in this very
moment that the Universe opens wide and with a grin and
gesture to salute the Gods, that I
push through the
boughs and thick thorns. I smile even wider, as this
time round the wounds are superficial, only grazing
softly with no blood being shed. The
slight graze has
already healed.
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