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Personified Fears

Morning Meds 10 8 21

During the arduous process of transcending my childhood belief system,

I have come to believe;

That the devil I was taught to fear is just personified fears.

Love and Fear are polar opposites.

Hate is always the off spring of fear

and

compassion is the child of Love.

Fears does more to slow our growth than the devil ever could

and

love is the energy that opens all the doors.

An Overview

We are responsible for our lives.

We imagine and create our experiences through belief and choice.

You can’t be a victim if your life is a choice.

To blame someone else for the condition of your life is your choice to surrender your freewill.

Consciousness, (Creator of All) creates our choices with a wave of it’s hand.

Each of us act as the director at some point and pick the actors we have assembled in our lifetimes.

Assembled, again and again, before our incarnations, in an agreement of behaviors, with our best interests in view.

From mom to dad and good old uncle Bob, who we will try to keep him out of this conversation just like we do our homes, these actors that we have gathered take their places as our new lives begin. Each of them trying to do their best, to help us learn how to spiritually evolve. They provide for us, all the emotional cues, for us to progress on our journey in a roughly planned quest. A quest to experience such a variety of stimulation and good old stress that we finally get so desperate that we begin to search for some kind of rest. That’s how the plan works you see, that’s what I heard.

In the in-between times or even right now, who really knows if time doesn’t exist.

When we are in that spot in nothingness where we are a thought with no physical form.

When we aren’t hooked to anything, we are just drifting along.

All of us blobs of conscious intent, spend our moments planning our future events.

We gather our favorite players, the ones we call family and friends and few that are neither and we make our requests.

Let’s say in the life before, I could never forgive. I choose to sit in my crap and boil and stew till most everyone around me just sort of got up and moved away.

I say, or I think, I’m not sure which,

“Hey, I sure would like to get this forgiveness thing down, will any of y’all give me hand?”

Mary, my mother from two lives back, who was a half brother in the life just past, says,

“Sure, I’ll game for the show, I’ll be your absent father, who makes your life hell. I’ll stay just long enough for you to feel love and then bam, I’ll be gone! You can learn to forgive or if not, we can try it again. I’ve saved up some good karma I’ll trade a little in.

When I have left and leave ya hanging, I can go help George, who by then we be around seven, I’ll help him to have a good basis to believe he is a victim.

I know, I’ll feel guilty and down most my life. I’ll feel shame and others displeasure, but I’m willing to do it out of love so you two can progess. George can met up with Sally, when he’s an adult and she can help him to find some spiritual truths. He can undo some of the things he wants undone and hopefully finish out his life helping others to find ways to see life as fun.”

All of us blobs of conscious intent arrange as much as we can so we can experience everything that everyone else has ever gone through. If we search in our core we can always feel empathy, for any tragedy that happens to anyone may have already happened to you. On the good side or the bad, that tragedy felt by someone else may have at some point in a pryer days been done by you.

We have most likely lived both sides of the coin. We have all been sinners and saints, male and female, gay or straight. Can’t point a finger without putting yourself down. We’ve been the king, we’ve been the clown.

We revolve between this world and the next, from alive to alive and back to alive again.

We are conscious energy, possibly just blobs at our best, our whole purpose of existence is to finally remember we already know how to love everyone at their worst or their best and how to love ourselves unconditionally.

We are eternal, who knows, we may have just run out of other things to do.