So now the force of good spirit will have to rise in everyone. Those who can feel it will start to radiate with an enlightened calm. Those who cannot will explode with a sadness that will carry them through death into the next incarnation. I’m not giving up on the power of transformation. We are still alive, and our aliveness is the most important essence of the Creating power. Learning how to work it is the magic.
Absorbed in deep contemplation, down beyond the chatter of life, I find that space where silence reigns and darkness turns to light. Where peace moves in, on golden threads, caressing my numinous heart. The current of multi-dimensions rushes through, dancing eternity’s infinite beat.
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