Thursday, February 12, 2015

The First Prophecy of I Am

Begin at what you think you are. A person is a treacherous idea. Secession from the universe is as outrageous as it sounds.

Not that it was your own idea. Bifurcating as a seed of consciousness, you were watered with particular definition.

For example, I was designated as a baby boomer boy from Roman Catholic second generation working class root parents of America.

Their personal beliefs, both conscious and subconscious, were the pruning shears that shaped this branch of being…

into something personal itself, with this fantastic concept of a separate entity—as if the branch believes it were a tree.

Not true; division is completely false but it's the world we sleep in, as we inevitably fight our way within its dream or nightmare.

But listen, there's a voice not of this world that's constantly intent on waking you. I am.

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