I need to be thankful

I need to feel thankful

I will actualize thankfulness.

There is a gathering place of pure souls
Gathered thus are divine spirit realities of the avatars on earth
It is all light and energy – living
It is eternal now
The counsel is my divine self
I seek

Take whatever blessings you are given
Square them with gratitude

Multiply them with the compatible vibration of another
Increase exponentially with the spirit vibes of multitudes

Let the oneness of spiritual love approach infinity

Om

We live eternally immersed in a universe of grace

yet it is typical – and in some circles institutionalized – to consider one life unfulfilled and tragically wasted for the want of grace

as if any particular one life could even register as a unique entity within the vast unimaginable scope of an eternal universe of grace

There are three things we all must do:

1. Relinquish the illusion of control and learn to accept the way

2. Accept the bountiful gifts from the Realm of Wisdom

3. Learn how to not measure

One thing I’ve come to learn as (and into) a sort of clandestine patience is that if you keep trying and striving and seeking then sooner or later, no matter how often and inelegantly you’ve said the wrong things, you’ll stumble upon the right things to say.

This is a true blessing and this is undoubtedly one of the laws of eternity.  It’s all in the trying.  It is likewise all in the persistence.  (Ultimately, over time, the coupling of trying and persistence amounts to patience).

That’s why it’s so disheartening when the wrong thing said seems to have resulted in a permanence of rupture, the wreckage of friendship.  It seems that an innocuous wrong thing said can tear at perception and rip feelings hurtfully and it seems that the hurt party can and will react protectively and self-interestedly with a hardened scar covering and a turning away.

But this is never necessary.  With trying and persistence, i.e. patience, all wrongs can be righted.

This is true both in this world, (the world of delusion), as it is in the only real authentic world, the unseen [but not unseeable] living Realm of Wisdom.  To echo a paraphrase of Pierre Teilhard de Chardin:  evolution and destiny are always moving in the direction of beauty and goodness; the truthful thing becomes the right thing and the right thing will balance all wrongs, real or imagined or misperceived.  There is just something about this delusional world that thrives on misperception and long-term rift and seemingly permanent wrongs that require banishment, isolation, blame, scapegoating.  It must be that anti-wisdomish, delusional, ‘reality’ of ‘common sense’ requires discontent to exist.  This delusional world is always going about feeding lack of imagination and is always going about giving us cause to fear the unseen world and by extension and extrapolation, to fear even more this very ‘real’ world too, and its enemies, real or imagined, that the creative discontented fertile imagination creates.  Fear has an institutionalized way of becoming common sense. Fear and isolation are the purpose of this delusional world.

Keep trying.  Keep seeking.  The right and true things will always be stumbled upon, even  ̶  finally!  ̶  the right things to say.  We are meant to be one and not the isolated multitudes.  That is wisdom.  Quieten down into the Realm!  Come and join the living!

Imagine a time line.

Place yourself on a point.

Imagine the line going to eternity in both directions.

Imagine how you lose yourself.

See the nothingness.

It is not quiet. There is Om.

All is energy moving constantly unseen in the nothingness of space.

From here imagine the infinity of direction — in space and in time. (It takes no quantum leap)

Imagine direction itself is lost.

Direction has perished.

Unseeable you is music of om.

I don’t care what reality you can stub your toe on or what grave fatal real animal or vegetable or mineral can kill you.

All that is real is only love/energy within vast space.

All things, even the skull-cracking anvil, or the vicious black panther, or the killer synthetic opium is made of love/energy within vastness of empty space.

Even the people (& the ppl. [sic])
We beings are vastly mostly vast empty space and the ever-moving love/energy

Everything that you consider real and finite is neither.

Even the Velveteen Rabbit is fake illusion (except to the extent of awareness of the true nature of all things as love/energy).

[We are created that way], [by the creator of the creator of the creation]