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Talking
on the phone to a friend a beautiful tiny moth came and settled on the wall
next to my file draw. I cannot find a moth like the one I depict but these colours describe it somewhat and it was very tiny.
It
breathed and was alive and what does that mean; all sorts of conjectures came
to mind; its part of the holographic Universe, it’s a wave form decoded by the
brain, it arrives from God, it is one of the many probabilities and
possibilities popping out from the Quantum field, it is an illusion, it is part
of Cosmic dreamers dream as you and I and everything is.
When
the phone ended my beautiful visitor was still there and I fell silent, I felt
graced and privileged that this being should come into my awareness and I felt
a kinship with this lovely being, so frail, such beautiful colours, she could
fly and I could not, she was fulfilling the Cosmic plan or was a sacred part of
Mother Earth's entourage and who am I what was I fulfilling, I know not, I felt so
much compassion and I was smiling and sighing. This beauty was so enchanting
like all of nature is when I am quiet. When the surmises as above and the
questioning of our destinies evaporate there is this stillness and wonder and I
know and feel that we are one, everything is one everywhere and in sync if I let it BE.
SHACK
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