SHACK 616 THE PATH

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Staring what appeared from a dreamlike state to this green white and blue ball about the size of a well grown orange this awareness did not wish to go there, it wanted to remain in the darkness of space and be drawn into the light.  It sensed or knew that this is the Great Luminous Being, The Great Luminous One, The Great White Spirit, The Great Source of Life, The Creator, God Almighty, The Father- Mother God, The Essence, The Great Intelligence Behind All that was is and will be.  

This awareness was somehow instilled, sucked in, installed into a small container and it then began to solidify into trillions of bits which seemed random and yet became more stuck and glued together and become a shape and form.

This form came out of the matrix of its new form and took on the role of a human baby, empty and primal, and then came the process over the years of becoming stuffed full of ideas, do’s and don’ts and many times this form asked itself in fear and self doubt where is the light?

It found itself on a path, a path of rough stumbling stones and thorny patches and eagerly seeking and expecting the next turn in the path there would be the light. The path presented all sorts of obstacles and yet although at times the awareness found temporary relief in the worldly and Earthly offerings and almost at times threw in its lot with the temporary transient solution for peace, prosperity and everlasting joy, it was always haunted by the spectre of decay, rust and mortality.

This drew the awareness back to the light; the Great Luminous One which it sensed was ultimate peace and joy.  For this awareness had glimpses of this in its quiet rushing mind chatter and found a peace beyond all its Earthly charms, vista and enticements.

Like a fish swimming in water and a human deprived of oxygen although taken out of their environments they realise the lack of their water and air and yet do not know what they are only the absence of them.

So this awareness knows although the human vessel which has faithfully carried it for now eighty years is becoming frail and the time of writing December 7 2018 not in good health and physically and mentally shedding clutter and becoming longer into silence and feeling the luminous one in those silences and no matter what occurs there is the Great Spirit that in which all lives and moves and has its being. The only fear is to be separated from the light and even that is fading, for where can this awareness go that there is not the light?

SHACK

   

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