The Truth is very often simple....almost too simple for us to accept.....the ways of heaven, here on earth, descend on a few, like falling from the sky above. An old Chinese paradox mentions  "those who speak do not know...those who know do not speak". Yet the attempt to translate basic levels of meaning concerning the Truth is possible. To hold such meanings inside oneself, without sharing, is autistic. A simple truth can be found any place. When rain touches the skin, it feels wet. So, rain is wet. Almost too obvious, too childish, to be a truth...but let us now look much closer un-jaded. Rain falls and it touches us. We label the effect, the experience, as wet...
 
 
 
 
 

 When the messages from heaven come, they create a memory which contains thoughts, emotions, older memories, and prophetic visions of what is to come.  We can remember and return to that state and share the energy with others, it first being a gift from tapping into the divine source. Doing so passes the same energy to others which can result in a synergy, from sharing divine love, granting attention without demands or expectations, uncontrolled...

the beauty which revealed the higher message has always been...

We need only to quiet ourselves more to feel the spiritual essence, untainted by our physical emotions and myriad of mental states that constantly whirl around us. Indeed, we will remember that our true spirit-filled selves lost this communion in our slow evolution away from spirit, into acquiring comfort and all the many material goods which have much less energy inside than that free divine spirit surrounding us, silent and unseen.
 
 

A spirit manifested itself throughout all time
By the virtue of one soul, one body, one mind
And in this working
Like a single drop of water
Passing un-noticed from a great cloud
This microcosmic new birth was created
A singular snowflake of flawless pattern emerged
Shedding synchronous designs of diaphanous brilliance
This splendid symbolic siderial star
Danced free and new with the light of the preternatural dawn
 
 
 

Following the Butterfly

Oh to dance
To dance in Heaven
When we dance
Does the beauty remain here ?
Or does it dance here and there
And in heaven ?

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