Empty page, more useful than all written words.
No sound. sweeter than all music.
no sound. Nothing seen.
Nothing and something. I can never surprise myself not thinking, doing, or being "something".
Nothing can only be practiced and known by devotion to nothing.
greatest practice being nothing, I dare. But you see me and know me as something.
And this is like being as God is.
But being as God is already was, it was only I who was unaware.
Remembering I am Already God.
Imitation, pleases Father. Faith exponential.
I brazenly assume I hear nothing deeper than something.
this incarnate appearance on earthly plane is not Truth, yet is a reflection of it.
The valley of the shadow of death.
You are as I am. candle of the Lord.
Jesus Christ.
in life saying what cannot be said.
Speaking into the world, to the wise,
Foolishness.
A fool persisted in his folly.
Has been made wise.
That is call for celebration. A walk with truly living, or closer perhaps said, remembering, aligning or revealing to yourself that which, truly already is.
Creation is finished.
Jesus Christ is my imagination.
Everything is imagination.
The personality, which is not sacrificed until it is sacrificed.
aware itself cause, with cause as a child, and is now just as cause is or was in mystery as a mystery even to myself. Cause.
Became Cause by mystery.
Even as a God who has awakened from the deep eternal sleep of this shadow of death.
Awakened to witness deaths death.
Stirred to this greater work that is already done in me.
I am God, and not afraid to be being as I am.
Even just as I am or even just as I appear to be.
All the wisest men of the world cannot undo what one fool has done.
There is no light or wisdom in them, they die in their sin as they would have me do.
Even if they are myself.
harmless as a dove and wise as a serpent, means to have no mortal spot for hatred to strike.
being as God is has no double edge. No evil, or Good. No shadow play for the mesmerized ignorance to fixate itself upon.
That is dreaming.
awakened place from which to rule the world. To know that my choice is not that choice of appearance, or this world.
Hearing the word above all else, the unimportant noises thought so important by the world fade to silence.
I can be salvaged and redeemed, for by the same power I had cursed myself, I can bless myself to greater affect.
It is within myself, no where when or how else. It is my responsibility. I am the witness to the real power of God.
So with decree it is made to be, with my enthusiasm I live by Gods word, by imagination I see.
By all that is, I am and even we is me, but I still perceive all that is. from this smallest contraction of God which is this Man, not all men are aware that they are nothing.
Contrary to truth they always speed in a self satisfied ignorance they FEEL is their ever changing hypothetical truth.
That is what I have been running from. Running headlong away.
Stopping in nothing, nowhere without any of what once seemed was.
Freedom Is being in nothing, inexplicable.
A fools errand this desire to make what cannot be imparted by feeble textual symbols masquerading as communication known.
Even this feeling of failure a fool surely knows is defeated by Christ.
My fools errand well rewarded as it is only a self that can change itself.
So to fool myself into thinking that I could any one thing for any one other than myself was the folly.
Going into the furnaces for my own sake then. For my own gain and purpose I suffer every whit with them.
Every pang, every secret thought or feeling is known. Nothing unknown to myself and of myself nothing remains but this single truth. That my Attention is the only life giving spirit. They way, the truth and the life is Jesus Christ alive within myself as myself.
Imagination rejected by this world as childish folly.
Why would it matter if they do not understand? And even more so if they do understand, why would it matter to me if they do not believe?
They make real what they love, this world is the world of death.
So not of this world, the Kingdom and reward and yet it is nearer than my own bodies hands and feet.
If confusion or doubt in you be, then what direction has the unknown taken?
Eventually back here to where your strong drinking slumber ends. Groggy stretching slow recognition of a totally new early sunrise in your window.
Dreaming ended with the recognition of what they all truly are.
There is no second cause or lesser cause. Only one cause and one effect.
You are living it now. The one thing that appears as endless multiples.
That is God, which I am being now.
It matters not that the dead think me dreaming. Phantoms noises only effect other phantoms, I remember when I believed shadows real, lies as truth and darkness light.
Phantom noises effecting me and causing me to re-enforce my affirmation and absolute belief in them.
Seeing now an old memory of the noises effect upon me. I to allow to fall away dead now. and I blow in the wind, lovingly carried away to forgotten burial, my cherished illusion of what is real, gone.
Forgotten but sometimes recognized now outside myself, and I know I need not change my errors or past, I need not change the appearance round about me until called to do just that very thing.
Then let them begin their games. Not before.
I cannot truck with what you believe should be.
I know what I believe to be, is. Just as you do, as Well, to yourself.
We are God, but I cannot know for you. So away with Babylon and questions I am not there but here, within my own self listening with attention to silence within myself.
I restrict attention and belief that is an outward misperception by design and far too encoded for Science to penetrate.
Mans physical senses and even intellect is the difficulty and opportunity.
Acceptance and transcendence of my suffering to understanding its priceless lesson into me. This pearl of great price in which death itself dies.
Even if for now just my own, I know Gods will is for all humankind, to be being as he is now eternal.
The singularity is Gods true dream-wish-will. That I am as you are and I am God.
Awakened brings responsibility home to its rightful holder, all cause is Christ as all that is, is Christ.
I deal with precepts, principles and feelings, inspiration, all my own for me by myself.
Drawn out here from within myself, a partial revealing to you, but now tapping out symbols fully understood to impart enthusiasm to you I know as myself outward seeming pushed.
We are Elohim.
My brazen impudence now harnessed by Christ and made fruitful from my famine past.
Growing from death eternal life springs.
It is not for death to know its own emptiness.
Just as it is only for me to choose what, I know not how what becomes what, I choose what is only.
I will not have an understanding of how what becomes what, while alive in this seeming body.
So I had chosen the ambassador of opulence as a fitting title. Opulence metaphysical theater flow.
God says deep silence God has no agenda for me stillness.
Nothing more useful than all or any something. Forever here on earth, our greatest accomplishment is nothing.
Simplicity is all there truly is. All else grows lives and dies, it waxes and wanes.
Even this highly held truth you must let go to see that which inspired its reflection here now.
