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"The basis of life is Freedom, the purpose of life is Joy" - Abraham
You came here to feel joy, in the expansion of your own consciousness.
You can’t escape it, one of its waves contains you already. And that’s a good thing.
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A fleeting sensation, an expansion of a single moment, a connection between what is felt and what is known. A temporary recipient of memory. A wave of the ocean that decided to embark on a journey. A fragment of vibration in slow motion, melted by space, sustained by a mystery we all posses, in the very making of our cells, the same way the Universe holds it in all the stars and the distances that make it.
I rest in this knowing, feeling my path, gliding like a bead on a DNA spiral of an intention. I am one with the mirror I find here, the portal to oneness, the dream that becomes.
A thought, undeniable, like the foam of an ocean wave.
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Sometimes I paint and draw to make the last night’s dream… stop chasing me…
Every shape, every shade is a compromise I make. They may not look that way, but they are – every line, every color I choose over another, sends me in another Universe. I embrace one and let a hundred others fall away.
A spa for my memory, it rearranges everything. It’s dangerous because it’s hard to choose to stop the creative wave which is already flowing. It hooks your soul, bound to transform and transport you…
But then I fall asleep and dream again…
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Did you ever contemplate the landscape of the Earth without water?
Just mountains, plains and deep cavities?
No blue, no reflection, no wave? How would we learn about the soul and life?
Wouldn’t the Moon feel lonely?
If the temperature of your body, the air around you, and the water you get in to, would be in sync, you would barely sense the difference, the only contrast would be the subtle waves of pressure that results from two entities, with only a barrier of tissue and vibrations between them.
Almost suspended, like a bird on a wind current, you are being lifted without wings.
There’s a mute dialog and pure closeness.
The volumes moving inside and on the surfaces of the liquid mass that holds you, the pulling and the pressure remind you, in an undeniable way, that you are moving at once with the water, the earth and the skies, that you are in a relation with them, a part of them, and them – a part of you.
You feel a mixed sensation of primeval need for air, fear of death and need for safety. Your brain will allow you a few seconds to stay in between like this, but it will eventually go against it.
Eventually, you reach out to the surface, and for a moment, you feel new, purified, as if reborn.
Somewhere between the rain and the ocean, frailty and destruction, it quenches our thirst and feeds our dreams.
There’s always an amount of blessings we forget to be grateful about.
Varianta în română: https://soulpatterns.wordpress.com/2013/07/12/intre-lumina-si-materie/