From black robes to white with hoods, from a red cross to the one burning yellow; your misdeeds are upon you. The executioner’s axe is ready at hand. You must bow. You must confess. Atonement will be made and the demons released. This is how we move through. There is no more acquittal. We are here to take back what was taken. We are chosen for our sensitivity and compassion and tender love for all God’s creation. We see us in them. We see all in everything. This is the way. We are moving forward. The old ways are dead. Yes, we are here.
The mind - it is nothing. Only just a coded gram. Dots and lines and circles. See you use it. See THE CIRCLES AND LINES. See the web laid out on the web of no web. Head aches. Back aches. Belly aches.
We were never here. No one will ever know. Who will ever see? None will never hear. Why? Why should I keep doing and caring. like matter is a thing for real? This ... It's over. It is the remaking of the world. We are all amazed. Who wants to see this drama unfold? Who thought of a juicy story? I am the story. I live the dream. If it is real it will endure.
Tell me who I am? You aren't a who. Who was I? It's all right now. All dreamed. All matter. You see matter come and go? How can you take it for reality? What are you basing any thing on? You can be in space and still be breathing. Underwater and somehow walking. Water makes up mostly what you are as matter of facts stacked up. Are you happy? For this time is right here and now just for you. If you aren't here, nothing is. How to know? Look, you can see. Are you anything? Nothing. At some point it become ridiculous to see the masks - to see them fitted so snug and perfectly matched. Almost forgetting to slip them off before deciding to speak. If only. But then the dream wouldn't be any fun. No?
Can't you see what's happened? We've only moved further and further away from what we are already here. Waking up seems so very hard to do. Only if you think others care. They are living out your dream they are feeding you your karma. You are chasing after God and they are reminding you of the ghosts of your pasts.
Drop back in here. See just This. All the ******* is still just the same matter. Just like feeling tired of the same lunch options. All the same dark matter Means nothing without the light that I am.
Let fresh conscious breath take hold when another day awaits in present tense. Expand belly and chest for a stronger posture stretch, as our sun unfolds to shine on us below. Unknown forms take shape with whispers of support to maintain your core beliefs and direct identity.
You are new too but your eyes remain the same, even when we vary as our inclinations change. Certain keys can help create a sweeter harmony, tune into stable tones which hit those silent notes. Time is vast and so the flesh grows old, but decisions we make frame our future states. A higher sense of self holds longer term goals, corresponding with tolerance promotes fairer play.