Immortal existence. Sometimes Living is not such an easy task. Being here or there. The spirit is the same. Only changes the place where shows. Here, the make-up is of meat. There is infinite LIGHT. In the flesh, or out of it, what does order is what thinks and what creates. Each thought, a vibration. Each action, a reaction. That doesn't change with the death of the body. Because actually nobody dies. We are immortal divine existences. Believing or not. So many lives. So many experiences. So many faces. So many dreams. To each life new opportunities. New learnings. The soul Request. Thirsty to experiment, feels, develop, evolve, grow and so it goes. The spirit Obeys. Enters and exit the perishable bodies. Gets right and misses. Rehearses, Conquers and proceeds. The spirit is a gift of the architect of the universe for the benefit of all. It's light. It's love. It's eternal. In the Astral or in the Earth. There is to educate the thought and to clean the energies around yourself. Gives some work to do that spiritual maintenance, but it is worthwhile. It is Light that cleans the Light!So never forget you are imperishable consciousness. May a light circle involves and illuminate each soul. Much light and love in each heart that pulses in the heart of the whole. Namaste, Dave
It is an extremely unfortunate fact, that there are those who see the morale of respect as something that is beneficial to the other person on the receiving end, rather than something that is beneficial to the one who is capable of giving the respect! Because that's simply not how it works; the person who is capable of discerning respect and giving it to others, is the person who is better! There are people who believe that the virtue of respect and the ability to discern when to give respect and in which amounts to give it, belongs to the lower class! Oh I beg, I beg to differ! No. And no and no! If I am able to discern the amounts of respect to be given so that I may function as a beaming member of society, this virtue illuminates ME; this virtue does not illuminate those whom I give the respect to! Respect is known by the illuminated being!s
It's where we're nearest to our humanness. Useless knowledge for its own sake. Useful knowledge is good, too, but it's for the faint-hearted, an elaboration of the real thing, which is only to shine some light, it doesn't matter where on what, it's the light itself, against the darkness, it's what's left of God's purpose when you take away God.
Occasionally, in the stillness of a taxi or an airplane, she would catalog the pleasures she had lost. Cigarettes. Chewing gum. Strong mint toothpaste. Any food with hard edges or sharp corners that could pierce or abrade the inside of her mouth: potato chips, croutons, crunchy peanut butter. Any food that was more than infinitesimally, protozoically, spicy or tangy or salty or acidic: pesto or Worcestershire sauce, wasabi or anchovies, tomato juice or movie-theater popcorn. Certain pamphlets and magazines whose paper carried a caustic wafting chemical scent she could taste as she turned the pages. Perfume. Incense. Library books. Long hours of easy conversation. The ability to lick an envelope without worrying that the glue had irritated her mouth. The knowledge that if she heard a song she liked, she could sing along to it in all her dreadful jubilant tunelessness. The faith that if she bit her tongue, she would soon feel better rather than worse.