What do you do when you know your word is the word of God, litterally, as much as the concept can be understood, here?
What do you do when the knowledge of the infinite precious uniqueness of any and every moment fuels a joy in you so powerful that its expression would litterally drown those not daring to embody the fullness of their being, or actually brave enough to live below the treshold of the permanent acknowledgement of their own eternal infinity?
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| (birth of our galaxy: spacetelescope.org) |
What do you do when you let the screaming, speaking, asking, shouting, running, singing, playing, watching... when you let the living life drive you far away from the manifestation of your self, enough to have you notice, beyond sub-liminal notions, the awkwardness of your very own actual reality-path?
What do you do, when standing at this crossroad, you feel like rising to your true status, once and for all, leaving behind the hordes of the ones who will not know you as it would mean tearing down the fabric of the Illusion?
So what do you do when you are gentle enough not to rush them, through your silent fire-eye or through the verb, into the roller coaster of their realities dismantling themselves, stripping off the constructs of their soul paths, sending them back into the mold, naked and bare?
Life, death, and human notions even (far) below those are nothing to an Immortal, really... quite fascinating to experience, but, still, nothing, really...
So, what you do do, when you love them so unconditionally wildly that you cannot but reflect their beauty, to them, so they can enjoy the gift...?
You keep on. You accept losing even your most true manifestation-path, and you straighten back the awkwardness into what you already know it will be, but haven't decided yet...
