Life goes and comes and happens

so I will become happy with

 

I used to fear death

all forced and drastic goodbye

 

-Against my will

-Against my being

-Against my will to be

 

But my nature is stringy beyond

 

I’ve been a quantum cat since time’s begin

dead to the extent assumed alive

 

Now that I know

I can happily

particle our wave goodbye

I go where we’re going at an accelerated pace.

Not in a hurry –

and where I go is not here.  It is wave.  It is particle.  It is light

in the fount of love

 

And though I go; am gone already

I am still dedicated to helping the slowest of them all.

The one so slow as to seem retrograde like Mars sometimes seems

in the sky.

I help the one so retrograde as that the world would want to cast away

to cast as irredeemable into some place punitive and away from

any possibility of contamination of the multitudes in the deluded world

But that is the way of the world.  Here.

We’re going not here.

We go to the fount of love, Stardust

 

And though I’m gone I’m here

Dedicated to help

There is one compelling reason to keep all thoughts positive and bright:

It is that butterflies and happy things are so much better than ‘something crawling from the slime at the bottom of a dark Scottish loch’ . . .

And this is but one life

among many

set in eternity

 

∞

∴ immaterial

∴ (not real)

 

But, that little aside put aside

The question remains:  what?

 

To gather pieces of the kaleidoscope of universal truths

scattered seemingly random – a seeming mess and piled debris

out there in everywhere

in the within which is without

which is one

with everything

 

To gather these pieces and to make them into a mosaic, unique

as only you can do

 

To make great effort with ease

To transform any sense of futility

To persevere

 

To follow-through great ease with persistence

untiring persistence

and with all the integrity one can muster

 

Integrity is caution of conformity

thrown askew willy-nilly into the high winds of wisdom

 

Invisible

Have you seen the wind?

 

And to shine

There is a moon inside our heads a ghost moon a spirit moon

Invisible

 

It reflects true light

from the living Kingdom of Heaven, Realm of Wisdom

 

That is all

But you will say, at some point in your saying, that God created the world and everything in it.  And yes, of course.  God created as Wisdom allowed but consider that the world and everything in it is a dream of God creation.  Furthermore I’m not trying to pin all the bad things in the world on God [like your ‘justifications’ always get defined into doing].  Because I know.  God created spirit things.  The real thing is the Realm of Wisdom [formerly known as the Kingdom of Heaven before you ‘realists’ ruined the term].  God created “man” in “His” [sic] image:  spirit creation made in “the image” and given “free will”.  What the concept ‘created in “His” [sic] image with free will’ really amounts to is that the spirit thing, “man”, was given all creative powers and God with “His” [sic] Wisdom “stepped” away and left the “free will” of “His” [sic] creation to get about creating.

Everything that you think is bad about this creation, everything you fear — call it “Evil” as we do — is not ‘bad’ or ‘evil’ because it is not real. It is merely a state of being not-spirit not-enlightened.  It is the state of things as they work out ever imperceptibly slowly to become the manifest Realm of Wisdom (which, in spirit form, has always been ‘at hand’ as Jesus many times stated).

Beyond its initial creation — I’ll grant that one to God/Wisdom — the world and all that is in it is nothing more than everything the creation of the Creator has created with free will.  The creation of the Creator, of course, is you and me.  (And everybody else.  And everybody that is and everybody that was).  You may say we all are dreamers, because we create in dreams.  All we see in this world is a collective dream created by creatures made in the image of the Creator and given free will license to create.  It is nonetheless not real.  At all.  The spirit is real.  The world and things of the world, including the very concept of evil, is not real.  We’ve gone and made a scary and frightening and hurtful thing.  We did.  (But there is beauty and peace and kindness too, don’t ever forget that).

 

As the math has already shown in the post previous:  the time of the unreal is as nothing when set in the context of the spirit, or of what is real!

You who imagine to be “realists”.  You who stick to the known reality of the world.

I say you are wrong.  I say it’s simple math.  Consider your time on earth.  I know that you ‘know’ it to be all. 100% real.

However, plug the time on earth into a calculation of spirit time, i.e. time not on earth.   before and  after.  The 100% in between becomes insignificant and undetectable.  Now, add a twist to the equation if you will.  Throw the sand in my gears.  Believe in reincarnation.  Add in any number of ‘earth’ lives.  It doesn’t matter.   before and  after means that ‘earth’ time, i.e. ‘reality’ is likewise insignificant when compared with spirit time.  (And we all know from ghost stories, from near-death recollections, from funeral tales and from out-of-body experiences that there is spirit time in all the in-between, adding even more set time-length to the ).

So there you have it!  The only real is spirit.  All earthly things are delusions and not real.

 

 

 

 

 

It is only a human who could possibly conceive that the secret to eternal life is to get in with the right exclusive group.  And, moreover, it is a uniquely human weakness to presume to conjure magical powers of the grace of that exclusivity; a magical grace that somehow transforms its beneficiary into right thinking and right acting as a granted benefit of getting in with the right association and buying into the right things.

 

That couldn’t be more dogmatic and wrong.

A Creator of spirits is all about, of, and for spiritual things.

 

Forget about the ways of the world.

I see so many with so much anxiety and so much fear.

How can we save him or her?  How can we be saved?

Such anxiety and fear is the subtle manifestation of very hell

 

 

Just save it.

 

 

Put it aside (imagine a trash bag – sent to far-away oblivion)

Put a smile on your face and feel the subtle joy.

Relax.

Let the spirit float.  Feel the subtle current.  It’s the Realm of Wisdom!

 

Live subtle joy

 

 

Any love we feel, express, experience, enjoy, give would be as is nothing;  impossible, except that it is given us by Wisdom, the Creator of all Creation!  It is the abundance of love!  It flows into us and is our only source of love.  Wisdom, Divine Mother, Creator of all Creation, Fountain of Love!  We should be thankful that we have been gifted to know love!