The time has come to tell you why old seers never die, we just float away. As my life's work is coming to conclusion, I'm seeing the world and all it's people take a giant step back. I still have a couple of years as I've written, it's going to be weird for all of us. But reality has continued to deepen. It's like my brain has actually grown a pair of legs, and all the intelligence that comes from personal freedom of heart and mind has only made me smarter and stronger.
The net result of my life in spiritual technology, has produced results both subtle and overwhelming. I no longer need to talk to people except for social courtesy. I can aways use a fresh outlook on my points of view. Because of the way awareness scans the field of inquiry, my ravenous appetite for learning means I pump people for information. And I never forget. I'm incapable of missing anyone. I'm too close for objectivity or denials. You are always fresh in my thoughts. I still have desires, but not many. As the reader, this isn't about me. It's about what is going to happen for you, the reader, when you too are being read.
Time speeds up, but the world and everyone on it slows way, way down. I see your point of view and complement it with mine. I can also extrapolate from mine, to yours, to the rest of the world and anyone else's in it. It's almost impossible for me to want to talk to someone without a simple objective, no matter how small. Otherwise I try to shut up and just watch. I got my health back at fifty, and now I'm returning to silently witnessing everything, just like I did in my preschool years. My Mom thought I was dumb, literally.
When I die it'll start out with the same experience I had being born. (I told my mother that I remembered being born, she shook her head in disgust. From her wheelchair she glared and said,"If you remember being born, you deserve it." "You were a horrible birth." She was right, at the last moment before delivery, I hear my parents arguing and I turn around inside my mom. Tangling the cord around my neck and going footling breach, I was dying. Stars of shimmering semi consciousness manifest as a shivering orb of mercury, expanding to meet the ever increasing weight of my mothers organs contracting down on me. And as the pressure increases to the point of almost ending my life, I had grown as this quivering mass of reflective liquid to the size of one of my universal infinitudes. BANG! She somehow managed to push me out. My parents never wanted children. Eventually my mom learned to love me.) But yes, death, personally it's not always a big deal. Death is often hardest on the survivors. Most people generally don't want to know how and or when their time will come, but as the pro psychic I'm cool with that, and I never bother people with things you don't want to know.
Oh yes, I almost forget, we're falling upward people. That's right. So fly away little fledgelings, fly away. "We Love You."
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