You eventually reach the point where you recognize there is nothing you can do about what other people’s pictures of reality say about you. If somebody says, “You hurt me because you abandoned me,” well, if you are L the Universe rearranging itself to accomrnodate their pictures of reality, ( eventually you will reach a place where there is no resistance to being an aspect of the Universe that plays that out for them. “Yes, I am an instrument through which you experience your pain. Yes, I am that. And I am many other things for many other people.”
“For some people I am an incredible extraterrestrial master who has come here to co­create a new world. For other people, I am their father who abandoned them. I can’t hesitate. lam not in control of your pictures of reality. lam not in charge of what your pictures of reality say or do not say. It is only my job to follow my spirit without hesitation. And to have the freedom inside of myself to say, ‘yes’ to my spirit and to finally come to this place where I love and accept my wholeness.”
That is living a pure life of universal beingness - a person who is conscious of being the Universe rearranging itself to accommodate others’ pictures of reality. It is a very pure, transpersonal existence. There is no personal investment and no personal resistance to being any way. You are what you are when you. are. You follow your spirit without hesitation. Sometimes your spirit leads you to do things that are a complete mystery to you and that are sometimes traumatic for your emotional body. Your emotional body says, “Oh, Spirit, please don’t do this,” and you do it anyway. And then you look back in hindsight and you see that it has served, that it was an enactment of pictures of reality, that it was perfect, that it was done in a state of Grace. Maybe there was fear, pain, or anger, but it was exactly the Universe rearranging itself. And you were an instrument. You were moving with the pulse and the rhythm of the Universe as your spirit directed you to move. And you were wrapped in a cloak of infinity as you moved and you danced.
You are this thing for that person and that thing for this person, and none of them know you. They only know their projections because you symbolize something in their pictures of reality. You represent something to them but you are not a real something to them. You are their father, sister, or mother or you’re a bitch or a jerk, a saint or a goddess. But never are you just you until those beings are also perceiving transpersonally. When they are, they can love you because they see you are a divine essence that they have an appreciation for, and nothing else. Then you are seen, then you are known, then you are loved.
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