Let's make up a story. Let's say... I had a past lifetime, in which I was named Humi. I was a legendary wizard, part of the Royal Court of Enlightenment in a Fabulous Kingdom. This place was like a Majestic Fantasy, from the architecture to the vegetation.
We had fruits and vegetables of an extremely radiant color and vitality. We had Magnificent Gardens, with flowers that were singing... There were all kind of Magical Beings you could talk to and play with.
Each step in these gardens was Ecstatic Bliss, everything reminding of the simple Beauty of Existence. Every being smiling and talking to you... I could stay entire days in these gardens.
With such beauty upon my senses, how could I not be thrilled, and blissful at the simple idea of existing? How could I not drink deeply of every single moment, in such an ecstatic sensual experience?
During the time spent in these gardens, I had written my own 'Book of Wisdom', in an Ancient Asian Dialect unknown to this day, in which I talked about the Simplicity of Living as a Wizard, living in a Magical State of Consciousness.
I wrote of the Simplicity of Assuming my own Reality. I wrote about distilling every parts of life into the least amount of efforts, and the highest efficiency, about how simple everything is.
One day, a strange man named Heïu crossed my path, and saw me smiling at him, as I walked the garden. "Hey you!", he said, as I replied "Who, me?". "Yes of course you, who else could I be talking to?".
He probably didn't sense the presence of the fairies and the elves in the garden, I believed this was the reason he said that.
"How can I help you strange man?" - "You seem to be quite pleased walking in these woods. How can you not feel bad when you see all the suffering there is in this world?" - "Which woods are you talking about, I asked, these are the most magnificent gardens in the entire world. Look at these colors, this majestic radiance! How can these earthly matters tickle your mind when such beauty is caressing your senses?"
The strange men looked at me as if I was delusional, scratched his head wondering how could such craziness be.
And I then felt into his energies... and I saw, the dark forest he lived in.
I felt compassion for him... felt on a Soul Level. Because I knew it could be different if he allowed himself to be the creator. I didn't feel sorry, as I knew we all have Full Responsibility as Creators.
Yet out of this Sense of Compassion, I handed my 'Book of Wisdom' to him. He perceived it of course, translated into a language he could understand in his reality, since it appeared we both existed in different realms.
As he read the first sentence of the book, I saw the most magnificent flower I had ever seen grow in his dark forest. Thrilled with joy was I to witness such a thing. An amazing experience.
I then smiled one last time to the strange man, and walked away... in the realization that there has never been anything absolute in Existence.
I walked on... in the Ecstatic Knowingness of what it truly meant to be a Creator Soul. I walked on, in the Blissful Awareness, that anything I assume to be true becomes what the energies align to in my reality.
And from this moment forward, that Knowingness has never left me, and forever I remained in an Experiential Adventurous Sensual state of being.
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The world as you know it - all that you see, taste, feel and touch, comprises only about 5% of all of the stuff of the universe. The other 95% is what we have considered "nothing" or the "firmament" or dark matter or the heavens or mystic Other Worlds. This 95% is multi-dimensional and consists of potential realities that may be perceived.
A single thought...a mere whisper, ...... barely upon a breeze that catches a spark... all is tinder before the firestorm... and yet.
ONLY that whisper
ONLY that thought
the world is forever changed beyond the fears and dreams of cardboard men.
Freedom and change starts within:
It is encouraged by truth and courage of people who love
Built by the respect of true beings standing as one before each other.
Lets us cross every man made borders
without fear stare into eyes and hearts of all our brothers and sisters: within our words without shouting,or force to hold each to our truths; and let us without fear freely share what works...
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