It Is Good To Think
I.
An unspiritual man is an unbroken egg, out of the shell must fly the soul, this is necessary. Art is a medium, but many branches flow from a single branch. That why Art is the distillation, the result is the soul. Now when the soul goes forth, each soul has it's own story. But who is to say whether the soul also flies forth in dreams, wishes and realisation. Such an occurrence is of course subjective in every sense, should this make it somehow unreal? Opposites and negatives are meaningless as is intellectual pondering, the mind is but one it is not all. Each Star and Soul must shed its own light, without the light of ones soul shining forth the world is darkness darkness darkness. Love is the elixir of the soul, time ravages less those who smile and laugh at life. It is absurd. Pan died not but lives! Follow your guiding star, or soul, this means whatever you wish it to mean. This is freedom, whatever you wish this to be is. By no means is it static nothing is.
II Do not borrow the words and imagery-whether it be spiritual or otherwise-from others. Use the faculty of your own imagination and build your own. Take knowledge and experience from even the most trivial events. But do not let it become you, your own light is bright enough. No one ever had a soul that was impure, stunted or weak. Those things are of Earth and on Earth they remain. Most people forget their soul, most have vague ideas, but a few experiment and explore. Now as there are currents and energy in the Universe. See how all things interact. Mutually beneficial and self renewing. This is the Soul in it's natural state. The Universe as we perceive it is a soul in an unnatural state. Decay and entropy are of Earth. It is not a sadness. Treat all life events as nourishment. The soul will thrive and in growing is strong. Tranquility, harmony, passion and love. Embrace technology and modern life. Do not let it consume and rule you, the tool does not command the worker, such a worker would be like stump.
III All duality is falsehood, morality as we little beings define it is falsehood. Perhaps we should cease ceaselessly trying to define. It is good to think and have thoughts. But too much thought creates labyrinths in the mind. Inward growth, growing in upon itself. How the soul longs to fly free! To be divine is to be human and to be human is to be divine. Our soul, our divinity is where it has been since the beginning. We were too busy seeking divinity externally, separate from our being. We created duality, not unity Instead of faith, we created fictions or misunderstood previous revealings and unveilings. We separated ourselves from our own divinity and invented deity. It is of no consequence whom we direct our prayers, all are one in the same. So many branches, some dry and long dead, some flow with water and blood, all are insubstantial when divided. Their union is truth. Just as the rivers flow to the great sea, the water then evaporates to be redistributed in a cycle, so it is so with many things known and unknown. Time is a man made invention, it is merely the cycle of the Sun. Yet, how have we used this knowledge? For petty greed and control, to dictate our very lives. Time we know and perceive it is meaningless
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