Are you alive on Earth now? Yes you are. Are you human? Seems at least so. Have you heard anyone mention spiritual ascension, awakening, or the like? Do you relate, find it intriguing, or does it seem like downright idiocity? Doesn’t matter. If you answered yes to the first question, it is in process.
The knower, the knowing, and the unknower. It’s a scale of awareness simply. Even the knower has its shower. The knowing has its growing. And, the unknower will find a moment of know.
Take tid bits from all beliefs and line them up in a row. Parallel lines they all show. They all give footsteps a line to place towards something. It is the “something” that has many names. It brings about steps felt that reveal truths about that “something.”
It is THIS. It is THAT. Each circle proclaims the IT. But, what lies beyond the the THIS, the THAT, and the IT? When the trail leads to the vista, is it THE VISTA, or A VISTA? Collectively looking at the container of vistas, VISTAS cannot but be. Is it there that the CONTAINER is seen? Or is the CONTAINERS possibly seen? A bubble popped allows its residents to see the vista as well as the container, and their infinite plurality.
It is NOT THIS! BEWARE! That is a truth for a bubble wearer. To drop the garment is to fully know the environment unknown. When the environment is known, its borders disappear to reveal another teir. My dear, how fear does rear.
Masked we all are. Do we see the mask around us? And if we pull THAT mask towards us, do we not find the holes to see through the other side? Do the holes reveal another bubble or does the practiced stare prick the thin veil? Is this making sense? I hope so. Knowing should come without expense.
So, what’s the answer for all to compare? How can we make truth from trillions of images to stare? We see. We don’t see. We know. We don’t know. Who runs the show? Could it be something we see, the image we fight to define? A father, a mother, a child. Which is God, this image we search for inside?
Could it be for simplicity’s sake what we foresake? Of all the questions asked and all the sources with answering, could it be the obvious we avoid in dancing? When we rest our two step, stop waltzing, and cranking, do we not see it is all there for the asking?
Ask God? What would his father say about that, his mother? Could it simply be a family affair? What “Source,” what “One,” knows the of from? Who is the container administrator? Who holds the key to all that be? Who created the word Thee? Are we all free to see? Or is it simply something we, the be, forgot within The.
The Creation. The Creator. The Created. When is it we say Thank You? To whom do we owe our Thanks? What could possibly come from that? Take a deep breath and know.
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