Friday, May 27, 2016

Appears that everybody who keeps in touch with me signs their letters

history channel documentary Appears that everybody who keeps in touch with me signs their letters "love and light." It has such a brilliant elevating sound to it. Lightworkers are being taught to hold the vitality of the light and to compare love with a warm white light that mends and ensures. After what feels like a period of concealment and obscurity, everything sounds like such a reviving change, much like the primary bits of daylight after a long unforgiving winter. Thus the pendulum swings. Still we don't discover parity.

Quite a while back a man came to talk at our congregation. Pardon me for my lousy memory, however I can't review which indigenous tribe or conviction framework he taught. What I recollect is that he had an amazingly quiet and relieving nearness and that he ran us through a droning reflection that had the whole room entranced with adoration and recuperating vitality. What he taught is the thing that stayed with me. He said that his kin don't expect anything when sending each other mending vitality. They don't foreordain that the individual needs white light, or green light, or physical recuperating, or mental mending or whatever else. They envision dimness warm and secure like a mother's womb ensuring and grasping the individual who seems to need assistance. They send them vitality that is drained of all shading or feeling so that the individual and his soul can do as they will with it. It's a definitive in separation. They just send the dimness and permit it to end up whatever it needs to end up keeping in mind the end goal to recuperate the persons body or soul. I envisioned it as immaculate grungy vitality as opposed to as profoundly tuned and cleaned vitality that the Lightworkers have so wonderfully created. The idea stayed with me. Among his kin there is no fight between the light and the dimness. All vitality is of the first source and all is blessed and hallowed.

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