Creatures – writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means)

Curious Causation

It takes screws, nails. hinges, tape, glue, etc. We can get there using one method but if we are looking for an effective build – wouldn’t Structure be plural?

It’s either Jesus or what? Eternal damnation? A life without joy? Must the answer include Jesus? Imagination has the power to whip us into exclusive multiple choice.

Jesus is often seen as an example. If you ain’t doing what Jesus did or living out of what Jesus has done. There seems to be a condemnation set for you. Until you live – YOUR LIFE. This life is yours and the moment is yours to live!

All of us SHOULD take care of each other. At various times, we get it confused and feel it’s just about where we are going. It doesn’t hurt to forget – we are all in this together. Whether we like this or not – how we respond to service to one another is what makes the difference.

This is something we have heard all of our lives. Humans assign meaning where they choose to. I suppose, if one is to stare at their life and why they’re here – they’d have questions and connect answers to what’s been revealed so far. If they choose to value their lives to a destiny, that’s their prerogative.

Belief is how philosophers and psychiatrists spend a lot of their time. Without belief, a lot of people would be out of a job and determination.

If you’re anything like me. You’re curious. Curious as to why things are and what motivates us to arrive at the various conclusions. What caused this? I don’t think we’ll ever fully arrive at all of the questions we have. That’s OK because life is a trip! I ain’t gonna be tripping on how you experience the fullness of your trip! These series of questions mainly dealt with ‘Belief’ and how are our hearts are conditioned to see. I want to mainly remind people – It ain’t about what you don’t believe in.

A lot of us have the answers already. How do you treat people? How are you being there for people? When will people start seeing that empathy is a two-way street? Some of my questions may offend or merely ignite your curiosity. In the process of writing this book – more questions have come to surface. It’s safe to say – the book is writing itself. It won’t entirely center around ‘FAITH, GOD, HEAVEN, HELL, EMPATHY’ or any other serious concepts. There’s gonna be a lot of fiction and dreamlike conclusions. Through it all, I’ve come to realize – Humans and Nature are the creators to most of what we see.

Who’s to blame? HUMANS. People make art and people invent exactly what they want them to see. Distortion of the facts is just as real as the clear reason some put up walls.I believe in people – people are capable of treating each other with respect. THIS ISN’T ALWAYS EASY BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN BE THE TRUEST ASSHOLES IN ALL OF LIVING EXISTENCE. (More on that later) I am constantly understanding the role of religion, philosophy, politics, etc in human consciousness. In terms of how we got here – there’s a different answer for each branch of knowledge. It’s not always about being right or wrong. You don’t have to hang it on your wall or frame it – but explore it. Sit with it. Let life consistently be a compass. We got a long way to go and so much more to learn. This is a cause for celebration!

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“There’s A Freedom That’s Arriving

You Can Feel It In Your Soul

Liberation Will Salute You

Release What No Longer Suits You!” – NEW WORLD FORMING /SANANDA

Signature Discovered

I have a KNEW signature and it discovers itself through the writing of my hand. I can write with anticipation because I am found through what is seen!

I can write with anticipation because I am found through what is seen!

Eye see apprehensions being tickled by the feather of unconsciousness.

He who hallucinates the prowess of the text has been discovered by the letters.

Again you’ve awakened from the dream and have seen the transcending light.

So we have walked passed the stars and constellations, being marked by a sharper virtue of knowledge.

Suddenly we are being approached by the casting realms which swallow us whole.

Our bellies are left starved for food, anticipating the consumption of eternal ingredients.

With what our eyes see, the chakras are being passed within us and our mind understands the shapely dominion.

Creatures of old visit us in the dreams of our silent awareness, they come with formulas and portions healing and solving our mathematical adventure.

They have the hearts of children, teaching in honest anticipation of the answer.

Their eyes are being lit up by the expedition of our journey.

Sojourning with mirrors of context and true believability we see the likeness of all we meet.

The sounds I have begun to understand have covered me in the code that is out there!

The compass is no longer jaded by measures of our own self-discovery.

The alignments are not willing to wait but to join within the noise.

Thoughts which desire to add only takes away from what is already there.

Wholly the figures are ONE, without elimination but with a signature embrace.

The Creatures OF Backward Metamorphosis

It’s not often I wake up with the anticipation to have your arrival AT the front of my window. Being hesitant to interrupt the meeting of intended vibrations, I was very reluctant to even give into the fervent pot of its taste. We all know how it is, to perform ‘manners’ when within a business. We can’t eat without a sense common courtesy in waiting for the other guest. It seems as if the utensils were slowly picked up. My digest reads at the enlargement of your entree.

When the waiter came by my table, she delivered a coy smile, which literally made the butterflies seem to arrange metamorphosis backward. Those caterpillars in my belly stung out the very taste for my food. NOW, that the proposal is laid out on the table, I find myself in joy; as I actually entertain the thoughts of perplexed passion, in an exotic abyss. I’ve been awarded a trophy, but I have never even run the race for a prize. I simply ran because I convinced myself; a monster of annihilation beckoned, my very existence. I’ve never been one to go into the closets of life; I rather become threatened by the horror of those who have the power to conclude my every direction.

I’m simply aware of the coming days of summer, which can linger in the memories of the stories of THOSE OF YOUNG and old. I’m about ready; to scatter those seeds of the matrix on the cracked floors I stand on. NOW, when the door becomes of reach, I am able to turn the knob a little closer to my own codes. I am the only one, who understands the initiation of my beginning and end. Those lines are extremely easy to find out, but when the letter is being written for you, BY SOMEONE else, you begin to wonder why do we write out a plan? Maybe the plan is that a squeal will appear as the premier.

The nature of my flow has now reacquainted; the once shy friend of mine. Friendship has sharpened the sword of revenge. Now, the rain is going to come down. We know, that the very sound of thunder; is not to scare us or intimate us. rather remind us, we were ENLIGHTENED before the sound.

This light never sleeps, it only reveals itself when it’s simply ready to inform you of what is felt. I’ve gained knowledge by the advice of my past, and don’t we all know, those scars and bulges somehow indicate the injury that has been healed? SO, as I ponder through the images of laughter of ecstasy, the sun rises upon the number of clouds which have vanished back into the sea.