We go through life with an outstretched hand, receiving but crumbs, forever dissatisfied with ourselves and with those with whom we play this game, creating the world anew each moment from rejection of our essence (from Fear, not from Love)..., and judging these results without seeing the colors of all the Love that brings this valuable experience, cursing the obstacles in our path and those who dig “pits” along it.
We trudge along with an outstretched hand, our foreheads bruised by the eternal “rakes,” seeking abundance and peace outside ourselves, not understanding that everything is already within us, that we are the “picture of the world” itself, the artist who paints both an impassable forest and a tangled wasteland, the same character in this game..., its creator..., that there are no “them” (others), no “us”..., only the indivisible Miracle-Light exists—the one joyful Flow—the radiance of all Its Rays, which, having divided itself in the “fairy tale of dreams,” decided to comprehend Creation.... Not outside It, but always remaining eternally within Itself, as Itself..., merely manifesting as a “player” in the game of Illusions. That which is outside It... is only a dream, divided and forgotten by God..., for You are He, Love itself, the beautiful Light hidden by a shadow.
And there is no such “Darkness”—it is a mirage of the Mind, a difference in the frequencies of perception, an unattainable dream of building perfection upon it..., and therefore an eternal struggle with every “mirror reflection,” as a perception of oneself—of one’s own interpretation of the world....
In a healthy Body, a sound Spirit guides the processes of creation, until the hidden ailment of the Mind activates the theme of “Dying,” disrupting the balance of all the elements of Equilibrium—the advance granted by Nature is spent quickly and imperceptibly. And no matter how much you treat the matter, when the Mind does not hear the Soul and the Spirit (then it cries louder than all), it destroys its own divinity. The world is abundant and beautiful when you see its diversity within it—the differing frequencies of its forces—but while respecting their naturalness, you integrate everything into Love (good and evil, light and shadows...)—you go with an outstretched hand..., but You are not a beggar,... Virtue!
We trudge along with an outstretched hand, our foreheads bruised by the eternal “rakes,” seeking abundance and peace outside ourselves, not understanding that everything is already within us, that we are the “picture of the world” itself, the artist who paints both an impassable forest and a tangled wasteland, the same character in this game..., its creator..., that there are no “them” (others), no “us”..., only the indivisible Miracle-Light exists—the one joyful Flow—the radiance of all Its Rays, which, having divided itself in the “fairy tale of dreams,” decided to comprehend Creation.... Not outside It, but always remaining eternally within Itself, as Itself..., merely manifesting as a “player” in the game of Illusions. That which is outside It... is only a dream, divided and forgotten by God..., for You are He, Love itself, the beautiful Light hidden by a shadow.
And there is no such “Darkness”—it is a mirage of the Mind, a difference in the frequencies of perception, an unattainable dream of building perfection upon it..., and therefore an eternal struggle with every “mirror reflection,” as a perception of oneself—of one’s own interpretation of the world....
In a healthy Body, a sound Spirit guides the processes of creation, until the hidden ailment of the Mind activates the theme of “Dying,” disrupting the balance of all the elements of Equilibrium—the advance granted by Nature is spent quickly and imperceptibly. And no matter how much you treat the matter, when the Mind does not hear the Soul and the Spirit (then it cries louder than all), it destroys its own divinity. The world is abundant and beautiful when you see its diversity within it—the differing frequencies of its forces—but while respecting their naturalness, you integrate everything into Love (good and evil, light and shadows...)—you go with an outstretched hand..., but You are not a beggar,... Virtue!
