Almine | Ascended Master

Tablet 24

Like a bubble of space, in a moment erased

The end of the dream will take place

The ages gone by, ages of time gone without a trace

Gone the travail, the struggle and pain

Caused by time and space

 

No more cosmos by boundaries surrounded

No more creations that once abounded

Just the One Life and the song that It plays

With emphasized notes; those not needed dissolve away

Reflections Questions

~ Is it necessary to have known pain?  What of those who have lives that in ease and comfort stay?

Those whose lives of comfort may to others painless seem, have yet experienced discomfort others have not seen.  Do old age and illness not ravage the rich and poor alike?  Is the guarding of wealth not a source of strife?  Happiness and joy comes from the attitudes harbored within, from riding upon life’s air currents, rather than battling its winds.

 

~ But does pain not hone and refine?

Only when to life’s great gifts we are blind.  Pain then reminds us of the treasures of life: we can learn through enjoyment, or we can learn through strife.

 

~ What of the body’s pain and duress?  What of fatigue and physical distress?

The miracle of the body is not understood, for man would then marvel, if he could think of the body as a pliant tool; not as the tyrant that wishes to rule…

 

~ But if we don’t feed it, then our it shall die!

Then you believe the body’s despotic lies…It’s untruths around you like a spider web lie; that breaths and a heartbeat help it survive.  It’s the greater self that keeps it alive.  When the heart embraces the unfolding of life, only peace remains…no more strife.

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More About Human Potential

Australian Aboriginals

Being boundless, we have no need to maintain boundaries.  Yet we have the right to surround ourselves with sacred space.  This can only occur, when through internal balance, we become the null point that cancels out illusion.

 

Maoris

What is the Dream of Life but the unsung notes of a song, which slumbers as potential in the music?  The black light and subliminal tones are the unsung notes; illusion is the song.

 

Tonga

Value illusion’s role, for that which is not seen for the gifts it brings becomes distorted in its expression.