Here's a little one about energy..
You know, all is energy, and in all this energy many are the names for that which created us; but love is the highest energy; how and why: because it’s everywhere and permeates everything; and those of a higher energy know this as a feeling, an experience.
There are those that have a higher energy and there are those that have a lower energy; the rest of us are somewhere in between.
Many books have been written about this as an explanation of some kind, maybe even as something to believe in; but what really touches us is that which is kind, and knows our heart from the inside out, and holds our very life in every breath.
But there are other energies that we are addicted to that have become habitual circles we move in to make us an expert. And experting away in them we perceive what we want to see as we paint them into being. But only dust is melted in this way, all other entities will remain the same, and: my god, this is a strange story isn’t it?
Yes it is, said the energy.
Isn’t it wonderful, said the words?
I was just on another chat site that was all lit up and growing strong. But there seemed to be something not quite right about it and what they were offering me, but being of a long breed of gentlemen I became a big fat puffer. Blowing them a kiss I grew potatoes and groaned, and then groaned some more until they blew it up and threw it back to me in disgust.
I dint say another word, just walked away; and went south all the way to Mexico; but like energy falling I carried on southwards past Mexico all the way into the ocean, where I dived in to my heart’s content as much as I could; until one day I was called again to move on and find another address, and then another until I was so lost I could never find my way home and called out: help!
But if you’re not on this level then you must take a pill, said the frustration of it all on that level.
Mid November, and it was raining…
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