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Dance of the divine

Dance of the divine
The divine is seen in everything by those willing to see; smile, the divine is with you always.

Saturday, April 08, 2006

A bad dream awakened from

This was a story-letter I wrote to a “darksider” friend of mine after a uncomfortable dream I had. It may resonate on some level with you also


A bad dream awakened from

Hidden underneath our unconsciousness pretense of goodness, is a sadistic depravity that delights in the entrapment and merciless theatrical torture and murder of innocent individuals, societies and worlds. All dedicated to an evil being of darkness that is us. Observing, knowing and taking responsibility for this possible past life or other dimensional history, we can now integrate it in to our conscious reality here and let it go. We then can look beyond that reality, a reality that hid our conscious knowingness due to our not taking responsibility for it. We then can observe and access the limitless possibilities of being that are available to all beings.
I am that I am the origin of the fall of consciousness in this reality, the instigator and creator of entrapping unconsciousness and limitation. We chose to end this pretense of an interesting game by changing our mind at the moment prior to our conception of this reality. We now allow the solidity of this reality to unwind from its densest point in the universe, a point that existed within us and from there free all that entered this reality and became eternally trapped in a maze of diminishing consciousness.
A new game the redeemer of consciousness, open to all who take responsibility for their his-story. A most rewarding game, where all players win and everyone receives what they wish for all of the time, at no expense to anyone else. A game of no significance, no special-ness, no limitations, a return home, where everyone loves and is loved, where delight is normal, in light we are, as light we exist.

Sky blue is gone, Sky King is born again. Yes? May be so.

Immanuall

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