Words can be rather scientific for they supply us with abundant information yet they always bring up questions. Words will not cease just as science will not rest. Is this paradoxic? Paradoxic, I quickly say, for the most part because we go to words and science for answers. Still, they leave us with questions.
We feel connected through sharing words and informed by pushes and pulls created by science when they keep on creating questions. The urge of Question promotes itself as we insist on drawing physical evidence. So, sharing words as well as information will always remain fragmental for that words are not physical unless expressed in writing. Still, in writing, words remain as merely bent and curved lines. Words are also always in motion when they are spoken from the mouth and the hands. Now physical evidence will bring us relief, yes,… temporal relief. Temporal relief because we are temporarily physical and change is rather constant. We need more than physical evidence. We need a pathway that brings all ideas into tandem so they can reach the epiphany of Oneness where every idea bursts into Light; Collective Light.
Now the harmony of poetry might be lit. However, this is light shed on words under a microscope. So, it is about words as moving amoebas rather than flowing water.
Consciously or not, we crave to be in the cradle of Truth. When was the last time you laid in a fetal position anywhere directly on Mother Earth?
Here lies a further shift in this entry…
That brings on a point we may need to go back to: loving the self: the self our mirrored reflection often blinds us of. Tricky, yes? Ironic, yes?
It’s like a constant evolution,…loving thy self without falling in the pit of mud or loving thy reflection.
Sunshine will shine on you everywhere you go only you might feel it in different places. The vortex of truth rests stronger in different places. The light will hit you in different places. Just see yourself as a gem projecting sunlight.
“Amorous without the dangerous bend of a spiky brick corner…”
How furiously definitive on an emotive level but still, mere words.
Interpretation of the sentiment in words above: The spark of being awake in a sleepy mold of societal threads. You are protected along your ways if you allow Knowing without the rigidity of finding proof for such knowledge from places such as the Library of Congress. Those places will not provide answers. The answers are deep within. Look deep in a child’s eyes. You will see what you used to know, not the damaged innocence but the glory of all realms we are serving.
Damaged innocence is heavily blasted with doubt gravitated by seasoned experiences of this existential plane. Faith and Doubt are like Abel and Cain, brothers serving the same kingdom split by a thread. The thread is the intention. Faith is often lost when the intention becomes less honest. So, when faith is lost, doubt forms its home in the spots faith lost its place. I know my own struggles with doubt and how a bundle of them have surmounted my epiphanies with faith. That is me alone; however, I am never alone. We all reflect each other in certain lights.
Grind your gears.
Unlock the system.
We might have been placed on a mode after mode and more. The Fear of Letting Go runs strong. Strong.
Here I discuss a very probable theory on why we are deeply engaged in the labyrinth of misconceptions.
It takes “Fear” to drop in the most sacred bubble; the very reason we sense “Fear”: the deep longing to belong, to feel at peace with being alive, to understand why we usually want to survive, for the levels we want to connect on, and so forth.
Hypothesis: (unconditional) “Love” has somehow been replaced with “Fear” or “Oblivion”. All depends on when and how you took the ‘bite’. For that we see it as fear or oblivion, we trip over ourselves rather than leap in epiphany. To pull the epiphanies out or reach for them truly is the marrow of our existence. Epiphany. After all, fear and oblivion are replacements for Unconditional Love. Unconditional love is beyond regular human emotion.
Stephanie Gasco sees an upgrade in her mode of Being because being strictly emotional can be a little misleading.