It’s nice to think that you see me as someone who knows what they’re talking about—ha! Or maybe it’s only every so often that I’m right about things, and even then, that sense of Justness can be folded, bent, kicked, and flipped until what remains is but a half-truth. A fragment, unable to fully bridge the worlds of seen and unseen forces, left behind and, more often than not, labeled as defective.
And so, when it comes to the Higher Authority of a mutually implicative Source-Experience—the agents across Time, from all Directions, within the Bodies of the Earth and Stars—there is an unveiling dismay carried within and unto the channels of every soul on Earth. It moves equally through us all, dispersing itself into an undercurrent of Source’s will, an endlessly recursive return, where all physical bodies and entities experience what is only revealed by moment. A depiction of Truth’s dispersal. A domino effect.
At its first fold, Truth is ineffable. And that first fold is still becoming of itself—undone. What leaves me disjointed is not Truth itself, but that it is not your Truth, nor mine alone. It is not a possession. It is a movement. A motion, fitted to form, stretching across the landscape of Spirit. And so, I hesitate to venture too far into thought, because it is always shifting, reshaping itself. Reality is ironic that way.
For one to consider themselves truly in control of their Will, or Higher Purpose, or Call to Action—the thing that imbues Spirit with an otherworldly Desire manifesting in spirals—they must see it. But most don’t. And when closely observed at its core, there is no stagnation within Truth’s shape. The integrity of its frame cannot be rigid, still, or overly inclusive by design of its channels.
For these are the channels through which God conduits the Motion of His first Desire—to be continuously enacted, to explore the endless reach of a horizon that can only be glimpsed from within archetypal dreams. Within such a Dream, deeply situated at the Heart of our Core, within the liminal spaces of the subconscious—at the center of all things both alive and dead—is where our role in Divine Orchestration takes shape.
Truth cannot be contained in Body, nor solely within Mind. It is boundless, demanding its own application. It does not sit still. It cannot. Whether condensed with such an overwhelming presence of Goodness that, once expelled, it blinds all who dare to look—or stretched so thin it becomes imperceptible—Truth will always seek its own return.
And in that return, in the establishment of the Natural Law that embodies a self-sustained governing Moral Principle, reality moves forward. It rewards those who remain undivided in their seeking, unrelenting in their devotion. Those willing to move where it moves.
For it is there—on the plane that holds the knowledge you seek—that Truth reveals itself. And not before.
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