Yes Aether, that kinda fits with my feelings.
Amazing, when I went to Cordoba, San Javier, I rented a house and the owner gave me a printed manuscript from a Sage who he worked with and the first page was
A man who had a dream, and I knew it was me.
The last line was 'is this real or is this a dream?'
I played telepathy with a girl named Lily(important) from Paraguay and I said I think I can read your mind.
I said you are thinking
'Is this a dream or real?'
She nearly fainted.
Anyway listen to this
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Where is Septenary? To prove that we do not have freewill, at this moment.
You see that I am not using capitals or exclamation marks, it is because I know you know where to put the emphasis, because you have no freewill.
From the paradigm thread:
Lily Of The Valley
Once upon a time, there was a flower. She was a beautiful radiant thing and loved to shine her colors even in the dark. She was in a world that appeared both beautiful yet scary to her. The days went by and the nights went by and each time she awoke things were different yet eerily so. She sensed that something was actually wrong with the world around her, so she set out to find out what that was.
She went many places and saw many things, all the while her true colors kept shining through. She realized after many travails that she couldn’t find what she was seeking. So she looked the other way and underneath her she saw the other side of her petals and she saw her stem connecting to the world via roots to an earthy substance.
That is when she realized that there were many many other lilies like her. And that all her life she had been sharing her essence with them more than with everyone else. So she sought to see how this was happening and why.
She figured out eventually that each lily has a matched twin and that other lilies had the same longing as she. So if she had her twin then everyone else has their’s as well. So she finally saw that she was still looking for her twin and realized that hers was another he and that she hadn’t found him yet. So she looked around at the Lily’s in her life and quickly, since they were but few. She found several and wondered who was best suited for her.
She wondered and then it dawned on her that only one lily could really complete her, but then again she was in the process of becoming more of a flower. So to this day, though she harbors at one port, she still sees other lilies that are very compatible coming her way. Thing is, she knows that there are parallels between ancestry and compatibility due to something called fracticality. She also knows how she feels when around those parallels. So in due time, she met with each lily and showed her colors to see how the other lily would react.
When she saw all the other lilies falling for her, she became a bit distressed. She thought “If I have such an effect on others, than how does thou affect me?” And she knew, from the beauty of others’ colors, that the falling was not of bad things, but something beautiful and full of the power of surrender…
She found her Carmen, she found her Lily, she found her Guenivere, too. And she found lilies that reminded her of other lilies, two.
And that is where she sat, with knowledge of duality and triality, as Two.
In between two places, in a sea of tranquility she swims and sings to you.
Fishes in the deep blue sea, living large, on the top of the world.
June 18, 2010
