Tonight I thought about the FACT that I am experiencing mundane magic. I shortened it to Mungic. Mun has the low buzz sound that comes with daily life. It is maybe the sound of what keeps the molecules of our imagination in place? Gic breaks the Mun. It's a perfect word for I am mun today with a real visceral life of not perfect. At the same time, I am feeling totally satisfying now and now and now and now......... The dull depressed energy is just gone now.
I am keeping focus on my ideal. That is to know that I know, and do what I do, knowing how much my whole reality is beloved.
This is something...
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The Rotary think about luck and personal abilities when they take in this information. This is GOOD. The path out of victimization is indicated and an empowering path is cast for people to seek.
We have innate draw to know truth so people will seek. I am certain the victimization is totally un-necessary and people will grok it and pop open like the flowers we are. Flow-ers. YES! That is just right. Mungic flowers. Each is different. Look at the flower YOU are. That feels delicious.
WE will only really learn by how assiduously we examine our own mind and heart and energy and intention. But it is WONDERFUL. As conscious users of what is IMO sacred technology of US, it feels GOOD> The material world we are in is only as real as we are. I THINK we are getting realer every day. We are in matter as we perceive it and people are real eyeing that essence.
We then have to learn the technology. The technology is about managing the filters we have created already. We perceive always after the fact.
How do we over write or throw away the screens? We can observe the filters value. We do all this in blinks of the eye...in and out and keeping all the frames sliding in time. We are flowers of space and time.
We morph the filter easily as we become skilled to feel deeper and deeper satisfaction, never ending pleasure. it is pleasure of being that very sacred one of ONE who is looking at the world.
I love that Bashar calls us Masters of limitation. It is AMAZING to be alive and we can have a good time in time and create a satisfying life in space. I love this feeling I am having of assured capacity to create consciously. It is unfolding and my excitement is about the truth of impermanence and malleability. Since this change is always happening, we are perfectly entitled to filter FOR the ideal. It might be halfway there we change our minds about ideal? Perfectly part of change.
The only only only pre-requisite to taking over is trust and well being in the truth of how things operate as US in the control of appearances.
If there ARE patterns, we may be seeing in ourselves threadbare patches of a tapestry alongside pristine color and form. This is OUR tapestry.
My friend Estella agrees that we are into the next phase of popping open and faith. It just gets better and better here on planet earth. No one can prove me wrong or right but can experiment more every day to find out.
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The shackles are undone
The bullets quit the gun
The heat that's in the sun
Will keep us when there's none
The rule has been disproved
The stone it has been moved
The grave is now a groove
All debts are removed
Oh can't you see what love has done?
Oh can't you see what love has done?
Oh can't you see what love has done?
What it's done to me?
Love makes strange enemies
Makes love where love may please
The soul and its striptease
Hate brought to its knees
The sky over our head
We can reach it from our bed
You let me in your heart
And out of my head, head
Oh can't you see what love has done?
Oh can't you see what love has done?
Oh can't you see what love has done?
What it's done to me?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Please don't ever let me out of you
I've got no shame, oh no, oh no
Oh can't you see what love has done?
Oh can't you see?
Oh can't you see what love has done?
What it's doing to me?
I know I hurt you and I made you cry
Did everything but murder you and I
But love left a window in the skies
And to love I rhapsodize
To every broken heart
For every heart that cries
Love left a window in the skies
And to love I rhapsodize
What its done to me?
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