Thursday, 1 November 2018

SHACK 433 THE DESK

Clintcoley


Many years ago, say about fifty I had a sort of vision; I was sitting at a rosewood executive desk and seated on a leather bound plush chair and on the desk there were photos, I do not remember clearly what the photos were, I think of my mum and dad and a sort or writing blotting paper with mat and a simple lovely desk light.

The chair, the desk and I were suspended in space in that strange float-y movement one sees in the ISS or space movies. I was dressed in a dark suit as if I was a CEO.  My manner was of interest as coming towards me in that float-y movement and in no particular order were an assortment of many things; cars, food, money, houses and many other items stretching away from me and endlessly into the dark background of space only the objects near to me and my space were lit.

Today this was sparked off by the following; I felt pleasantly empty of everything my body felt light and turning over nicely, no thoughts as such, and I got the feeling of not being in any particular mode or life style. I also had the feeling this emptiness and having no desire would facilitate what I needed to live harmoniously and harmlessly would be selected from the assortment I witnessed in space at the right timing and not from ego greed and desire.

The executive waited patiently at the desk and space provided the means in which to thrive and live.

Unlimited space with unlimited supply. Why mess it up by demanding with greed, jealousy and wanting personal items which might be attractive and nice but not appropriate.  This could stifle the chain of abundance.

SHACK

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