The world will become peaceful, beautiful and abundant IF ....

You may stop communicating here, if you wish. I will not stop communicating.

Fuck this world
Chaos is beautiful

Thank you. These are crazy times, about to get much crazier. There is a reason why I start a thread like this. We will, at some point, all have to consider the question of how to improve our world, simply because it will not turn any more, in the way it is doing now, and the full depravity will be revealed. Love and appreciation to you.

Sorry: I was not logged in. The last 3 posts from Germany were from me.

Misconstrue is not communication.

Could you explain this further please? Lots of things come to mind, but I don't know what you are referring to, AC.

So Buddy; you are quite active on my thread. What is it that you want from me here?

Chaos is really beautiful
Beauty is really ugly
This world is shit

I would say that creative chaos could be beautiful ....

For you to acknowledge that your advice goes against justice and encourages the weak to let the strong get away with abuse of power.

Nothing is good about this world
Death
Pain
Misery
Salve to paper
This place is flawed in essence
And nobody gives a shit about anyone else
It's a fucking joke

Yes. Everything is up-side down. For example, so called "beautiful" and "wonderful" art is drawn with pig's blood specially killed for the occasion. So-called beautiful women are stuffed with butox and covered in makeup. So called love is actually disrespect and violence. Paragons are actually despots. And despots might turn out to be paragons ....

If this planet went up in flames and became flame planet..now that would be proper logos

That has actually happened. The name is Mars.

The world will become peaceful, beautiful and abundant
IF WE CONTINUALLY CLEAR THE SPACE WITHIN US

Imagine a multitude of miniscule angels entering our heads. Inside, there is a miniature version of our own living space/ house. The angels now go in and start cleaning it all up and THROWING OUT EVERYTHING WHICH IS OLD, UGLY OR BROKEN, including books we have already read and “digested”, papers and old clothes no longer worn.

Then they start to polish all the woodwork and brass. They wash and sew and clean. They discover secret corners where hidden secrets lie. They fix bright lights so that everything can be clearly seen.

But this little miniscule house is still very dark, so then the angels start peeling back the skin on our scalp, and underneath the skin is a transparent layer, like glass. Thus, the outer walls of the living space/house are now fully transparent, and the light radiates strongly.

The message these angels are trying to give us is this: THROW OUT ALL THE RUBBISH, LEAVE EVERYTHING RELATING TO THE PAST BEHIND, PROVIDE CLEAN AND EMPTY SPACES SO THAT YOU CAN BETTER BE A VESSEL OF LIGHT.

The world will become peaceful, beautiful and abundant
IF MONEY TAKES SECOND PLACE


A King was riding a white horse through a forest. He looked tired, as if carrying the weight of the world on his head and shoulders, so he took his heavy crown off and placed it on the stump of a tree in the middle of a clearing. Instead, he made a daisy-chain and put that on his head. Feeling light and happy, he galloped off.

The tree stump was the regular meeting place for a a group of people who wanted to meditate together. They were astonished to see the crown sitting there, but continued to meditate as usual. The message they all internally received was „Seek, but do not look for reward“, and they were told to leave the crown behind, go their own ways, and to meet again after a prescribed period of time.

Some decided to live simply as hermits in the forest. Others went to help poor neighbouring villages. Yet others became teachers, bakers, musicians, farmers or actors. But one meditator could not forget the glittering cown and, mesmorised by its dazzling gold, decided to begin trading with gold coins. By the end of the given period, he had amassed a fortune, but he was extremely tired and worn.

When the meditators met again in the middle of the forest, they shared their newly gained knowledge and skills and produce. Some sang, some danced, some held speeches, some provided food, and everyone seemed content except for the gold trader. He had worked so hard to acquire his gold coins that he did not want to give them away.

The more he received gifts from his fellows, the more uncomfortable he felt, until in the end he too began to share his wares. The coins were politely and gratefully received and put away in pockets, but they did not generate the wave of delight and laughter which the trader expected. He realized that more value was placed on being together and sharing experiences.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts, AC.

Yes, there is a "fatal flaw" on this world which originates in the actions of Lucifer a very very long time ago. This "action" was complete disassociation from divine forces, and total fixation on self as all powerful, not having to comply with any law.

This results in people obsessed with power, wanting to be treated as gods, and - over millennia - complex and devious strategies have been developed to hold onto this power, in combination with concentrated attack on all which is sacred.

We see this attitude in many places and in many people today - at least half of them have no conscience, no sense of morality, no respect for life or for others.

We now find ourselves in the "correcting time", however. All imbalances must eventually be redressed, in alignment with the cosmic laws of balance.

This is why this period is so intense - it is a fight between those who are striving to continue the strategies in place for so long, in the hope of holding onto their power, and those who OPPOSE all this.

We are now forced to CHOOSE which side we are on and to enforce that through our life choices - whether we choose to be kind when possible, whether we choose to try and encourage others, whether we respect life with every step we take.

The world will become peaceful, beautiful and abundant
IF WE STOP ACTING AS SLAVES

This is the tale of the slaves that were not. They lived in an enormous field, which stretched as far as the eye could see. It was divided into two by a brick wall, about 80 cm high.

On one side of this wall, lines of people on their hands and knees shuffled forward in slow motion. They moved their hands and feet but they never moved their heads. The only view they had was of the feet and of the behind of the person in front of them. They seemed to be connected to each other by chains which linked the feet of one person to the hands of the next.

On the other side of the wall, a similar endless crowd of kneeling people were moving in the opposite direction, completely unaware of the other crowd on the other side of the wall. All were dressed in grey. All had ashen, expressionless faces.

But the chains binding them were not actually chains at all: they were thin pieces of thread which could have been snapped very easily.

The movement was slow, although continuous, but suddenly one person stopped in fright because there was an unexplainable patch of light in front of him.

Because he had come to a standstill, the whole line of people following him bumped into each other and hurt their heads. Some of them started to cry. Others noticed that there was a wall to one side of them.

One man decided that because his path was now blocked, he would try and get onto the wall instead. In his state of great weakness, this was a great feat of strength. And so there he sat there on the wall, the only upright person in crowds of thousands of kneeling “prisoners”. This, in turn, cast a shadow over others. One by one, as in a domino effect, each person started to sit up and look around in astonishment.

The man on the wall was most astonished of all, for he now saw that what was happening on the other side of the wall was a mirror image of his own. The only thing which had kept him moving forward had been the vague idea that at some stage, the wall would end and he would find a land of “milk and honey”. At that moment, he realized that he had been GREATLY DECEIVED.

Now others were managing to stand up, and they were astonished that it was so easy to dispose of their “chains”. They wondered why on earth they had not done this before. They wondered what direction they had been going in, and why they had not questioned it. They experimented with their arms and legs, stretching them as if coming out of a long sleep.

And all this time, the patch of light shone strongly on the ground and caused great consternation.

When the people had become a little more used to their own freedom, and when they no longer followed each other about, many lights descended all at once from the heavens, and the people fell down again in fright screaming “angels have come”.

“Indeed we have”, said the angels, and they took the bewildered people by the hand and showed them everything they had been missing - and everything which had been going on - while they were obediently crawling behind each other.

The world will become peaceful, beautiful and abundant
IF WE CHOSE TO LOVE RATHER THAN DESTROY

Two armies were preparing for battle. One army was dressed in white and the other in black. At the sound of the trumpets, the members of the white army became very excited. They swung up into the saddles of their horse with great joy and anticipation, not harbouring the wish to kill but wishing to engage with and persuade the members of the black army to lay down their arms. The army in black saw the trumpet call as an opportunity to descend upon their enemies and deal them a deadly blow. They uttered blood curdling screams as the two armies clashed.

But clash they did not, for an almost invisible glass wall sprung up and partitioned the two armies off at the very point where they were supposed to meet. Most of the members of the white army got off their horses and smiled at their “opponents” through the glass, making welcoming gestures. The glass itself emitted a sort of energetic glow, forcing all those who did not harbour the utmost purity of thought away from it. Thus some of the white-clad horsemen turned to grey and were looked upon very sadly as defectors by those who remained white. They realised that there had been traitors in their midst, and now this was clearly seen by all.

The black army was all the more infuriated to see smiling faces on the other side of the glass. They voiced their anger and attacked the glass, resulting in considerable injury to themselves. Some of the members of the dark army hung in the background, hesitant, wondering what to do next. They saw the power of their fellows, yet they saw the futility of their actions. Yet others waited with great anticipation, for they had hearts of white though their clothes were dark.

Suddenly a row of angels appeared between the white army and the glass. They spoke in unison so that everyone could hear.

COME TO US, whispered the angels to the “dark brothers”. IF YOUR HEART IS WHITE, IF YOUR HEART IS FULL OF LOVE, YOU WILL BE ABLE TO TRAVERSE THE GLASS WALL. BUT IF YOUR HEART IS FULL OF ANGER AND DESTRUCTIVE INTENT, THE POWER OF THE GLASS WILL DESTROY YOU.

The angels were very serious. They indicated that this was the last chance for anyone to save themselves. Those who had been hanging in the background recognised this and, holding all the love that they could muster, they approached the glass partition and walked through it with ease to be welcomed by the angels on the other side. Now it was clear to all what was happening, and what was necessary to cross over to safety. Self-destruction was the alternative.

The appeals of the angels continued until the very last person had made the choice between DESTROYING or LOVING.

If the weak do not submit to further abuse, and forgive those who are not actually sorry, they are evil and destroyers. This is the best moral you have been able to come up with in two thousand years of being wholly unaccountable for your actions. Seems like creations was a waste after all.

Thank you for reading, Buddy.

However, I am not suggesting that the weak submit to abuse! We have a sacred right to defend ourselves. No person is actually "evil": but their BEHAVIOURS may be judged as being evil.

What this piece is trying to say is that there will soon be a PARTING OF THE WAYS. And this "sorting of the sheep from the goats" or similar is also in the Bible and is part of the second coming circumstances. My own motivation here is to warn people to get their houses in order.

NO IT ISN'T. It's to THREATEN using biblical quotes as cover. I would rather take my own life than have that life be ruined in order for it to be useful to someone who has no respect for my autonomy. There are all sorts of covert psychological tortures being used on this site, and this fake, psychotic attempt to call it 'love' is quite possibly the sickest of them all. I didn't set up these people to get hurt if they didn't obey. It's not my problem. You tried to make it my problem, but cannot accept your own responsibility in any of this. You can't even reply right away, because what you write isn't heartfelt, but scripted.

As far as setting my affairs in order, yes I need time to clean up my area and make instructions as to the disposition of my body, because I don't want you people, who have aggressively controlled every aspect of my life now for forty years to my harm, to do your pious bullshit about my 'troubled soul' and cover up all the abuses of which you are guilty. Just fucking stop pretending you are helping me become my 'best self' or saving me from 'damnation,' when all you are doing is saying that you would rather I be dead than not be your slave.

OK Buddy. You sure are reading a lot into what I think or know. I am not a fan of the Bible in it's present state and form, believe me. I really have no idea about your personal situation, or about your "troubled soul", as you put it below, and thus really cannot respond to it. We have never talked privately, only what is in this thread.

You are not the only one who reads here. I place my thoughts and texts here at the beginning of my day because I hope that it will help someone. I have no idea who it may reach. Nothing is pinpointing you.

I am not online on glp all day. The expectation that I should answer immediately is very egocentric. If you want to be autonomous, take it or leave it. You decide.

It might sound bland or trite to you, but love is the most important. It can change everything in a moment.

The world will become peaceful, beautiful and abundant
IF WE LEARN TO LOVE AND STEP THROUGH THE DOOR

Once upon a time there was shown a fairly prosperous country enclosed by a very large wall along its borders. No one knew what lay beyond. At one point, the wall ran up the ridge of a high hill, and at the very apex a huge wooden door was embedded in the wall. Beautifully carved, gilded with gold, and depicting harmonious patterns and scenes of prosperity, rumours throughout the ages had suggested that this was the GATE TO THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN.

It was a popular place to visit for those who believed this, and also for those who did not believe. The believers dressed in white and often sat on the steps leading to the gate, singing songs or counting beads, asking passersby for food. Others posed in front of the gate for photographs and laughed loudly. Guards were always present, stationed there by the king of this nation, and these guards were always encouraging people to move on, pushing away those who stood in reverence for too long.

The king himself scorned those who visited the door and made it the final destination of their pilgrimage. He told them that the KINGDOM OF HEAVEN could be enjoyed here in the cities (not on the top of a hill) where there were all sorts of pastimes and entertainments capable of providing “heaven”. He made a public laughing stock of all those people who lingered for the greatest part of their lives near the door in the hope that it would one day OPEN.

Over time, the guards stationed at the door felt that their work there was degrading. They would have much preferred to be in active service rather than warn people continuously day in day out that this was simply a historical artefact with no special religious significance. Their dissatisfaction led to taking turns to leave the site to enjoy the “night life” on offer in the cities. In the end, none of the soldiers could resist the banquets and orgies and drinking contests, and the door was left unguarded.

It was on one of these evenings that the door opened, very quietly and almost imperceptively, and a luminous figure emerged and said: IF YOU CARRY LOVE IN YOUR HEART, YOU MAY NOW ENTER THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. Those believers who even spent their nights sleeping near the door were strangely roused by the voice. When they saw the crack of light coming through the open door, and the figure calling to them, they dropped onto their knees in gratitude and then moved swiftly towards the gap before the gate closed again. One such believer was a little slow due to a severe limp, and so a small piece of his cloak got caught as the gate closed.

In the pale morning light, the guards were astonished to find a small patch of dark cloth clamped between the doors. It could not be removed. Some said it was just a joke but others knew that this was a sign – however small – of something much greater, and they redoubled their efforts at watching the door on a regular basis. They stood directly in front of the cloth so that no-one could see it. When the daily visiting believers arrived, they noticed a change in the air. There was more tension. The soldiers were on edge. They cursed and shouted much more than usual. They scoured the horizon as if expecting something unusual, and they glanced at each other with searching glances.

The believers also threw each other glances. They became more and more convinced that the gates would open, so they congregated on the hill more and more often, quietly encouraging others to do so. But still there were those who condemned the gates and their supposed promise as gross superstition. They quoted examples of many other similar beautiful doors which had absolutely nothing behind them. And they went through the crowds distributing free tickets to shows and banquets in the city.

The soldiers were now on guard around the clock. One night, they heard a small creak and the gates opened just wide enough to let a man pass through. Again, it was the luminous figure who spoke saying OPEN YOUR HEARTS, FOR ALL THOSE WITH OPEN HEARTS MAY ENTER THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. When the soldiers attempted to move towards the figure, they found that they were paralysed on the spot. The figure said: RELEASE YOUR WEAPONS AND PUT YOUR HAND ON YOUR HEART AND YOU MAY ENTER. Again, a number of believers were attracted to the light in the darkness and disappeared through the gate.

The soldiers did not know what to do. To tell the king would be signing their own death warrant, so they just continued to guard, forming a whole line of guards along the wall so that the gate was barely visible. On evening, as they surveyed the dying light of the day, and looked down upon the dancing lights of the nearest city, they noticed a large dark wave approaching – like a carpet of cloud carried by a wind which rolled forwards in huge loops. This appeared to be coming from all directions. It almost appeared to be rounding up all inhabitants, bringing them in the direction of the gate. Tightly packed crowds of panic-stricken people were gathered on the hill, anxiously surveying the onslaught of the “storm”.

And for the very last time, the gate opened and the luminous figure appeared: he spoke very clearly and quietly, and he was heard by every single person because every single person was suddenly stunned into silence by the approaching wave. If they spoke, they could not be heard. The only sound was the voice of the man saying: IF YOU HAVE LOVE IN YOUR HEARTS, STEP FORWARD AND ENTER. Those who were not capable of doing this remained as paralysed statues in the darkness, and those who walked in humility and love walked to the top of the hill. When all had passed through, the gates shut. Those who remained outside turned into stone obelisks as a warning for civilisations to come. Their souls left their bodies and were taken by angels to another dimension to determine how they could best learn to love.

The world will become peaceful, beautiful and abundant
IF WE PULL THE EMERGENCY BRAKE

A very fast train with bullet-proof windows was travelling to a part of the world where the countryside was still beautiful and unblemished, where it was possible to make a new start, build new communities and live off the land. The people on the train had packed all their valuables and everything necessary for building and maintaining new houses. A great amount of rice and other dried food was also being transported inside the rear of the train. This train was a direct one with no stops on the way.

The passengers sat silently, in some apprehension. They were happy to be leaving chaos and destruction behind, but they could still see it through the panes of the windows. One woman was in a greater state of agitation than the rest as she was filled with a huge INNER CONFLICT. Her compassion for those she was leaving behind grew with every starving child which stretched its arms towards the train as it passed. It grew with every hovel and every sign of destruction visible from her comfortable seat in the clean fast train.

In the end, she could bear it no longer. She stood up and gave a speech to all the occupants of the train saying FELLOW TRAVELLERS: OUR JOURNEY AND OUR INTENT IS NOT MORALLY CORRECT. LOOK UPON THE MISERY AND BONDAGE OF OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS ON THESE DESOLATE PLAINS AND OPEN YOUR HEARTS. WE WILL NOT FLOURISH IN OUR SMALL NEW PERFECT ENCLAVE SURROUNDED BY BARBED WIRE IF WE CANNOT FEEL COMPASSION. WE WILL ATTACK EACH OTHER AND WE WILL BE ATTACKED AND DESPISED BY THE ENVIOUS AND DESPERATE. WE MUST CHANGE OR PERISH. I AM GOING TO PULL THE EMERGENCY BRAKE AND WE WILL SETTLE HERE AND SHARE ALL.”

The other passengers were aghast, but they realised the truth of her words, and so they filed out of the train awkwardly, attempting to speak in friendly tones to the hostile faces which greeted them. When they opened the food carriages and began to distribute the rice, the starved people broke down crying that gods had come to save them. The passengers were truly shocked to see their emaciated bodies and dreadful conditions at such close quarters, and they were truly humbled to be seen as generous donors. They were also overwhelmed by the gratitude and love shown to them – something which they had never before encountered. They threw all their old ideas and fears away and started to repair and build houses. In fact, they used up everything the train was transporting and which had been intended only for themselves. Thus they created the community of which they had dreamed, without completing their long journey to the other side of the world.

"Forgive them for they know not what they do."

Best words ever spoken. Truest as well.

We are judged by our own actions, and the currency of the Cosmos is not the currency of this world.

Those who still have not learned to love instead of destroy are given infinite chances in an ongoing spiral of karma.

One cannot see the entirety of it in one life.

Another of my favorite quotes is "do not mistake my kindness for weakness."

It is much easier to match vibration that to raise our own up. Yet the easier path is not the virtuous path.

This is not asking the weak to submit to further abuse. That is a misconception.

It is asking us to not become abusers because we were abused.

Excellent thoughts, Bodhi. Thank you. Love your expression "the currency of the cosmos" (sounds like it could be the title of a short story or painting ... ).

The cosmos does offer "infinite chances" to learn to love instead of destroy. If, however, there is no learning process or remorse at all, and unabated disregard for "thou shalt not kill", that particular soul will be "uncreated", also known as the second death. This means that this soul will not continue its life eternal.

Thank you.

Inspiring that you mentioned the title of a painting.

It is my understanding that energy cannot be undone, only transmuted into something else.

Think of it like spice jars in a cabinet. If a certain spice should not go into what you are making, it does not mean that it has no purpose.

In the realm of the eternal, balance is always being sought. (all realms actually).

The thought transfer to some people is that the soul can be unmade. Yet it has to go somewhere.

It may not continue on the journey of other souls who choose a different vibration.

It may be relegated to a certain "safe" area, yet nothing in the Cosmos can be static.

We all do get home eventually.

New worlds will always be created to assist with this, even though old models have failed with some Beings.

I am only being offered one way to prove my love on here. I have done nothing so evil as to merit that kind of sacrifice. Nothing. Other people are let to act like animals and get what they want for free. I've already been made sick by this, and the people who did it knew exactly what they were doing. They researched it. I'm just quitting, not attacking; and if you cannot see the difference, then you are indeed destroyers.

By no means can anyone force anyone (or even request) that they forgive their abusers. That is entirely free will.

No one knows what another has suffered.

I am not sure what you mean by only being offered one way to prove your love.

You should not have to prove anything.

My point was only that it is noble to not become the abuser.

To stop the cycle.

I absolutely see the merit in not attacking and just walking away.

Sometimes I side with those who act to protect.

Please know, even though I don't know you, I wish from the deepest part of my heart that you were not hurt.

We can do nothing to change the past.

However, what we do now, dictates the future.



Peace to you.