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

Kikimara 11

11.

 

Premise:

The creations of form are being refined through endless cycles of life, confined in spaces of varying density, like incubation chambers.

Correction:
Because all that exists, is the Infinite’s Being, all is perfect and complete eternally.  The Song of Creation is designed for joy, something we can participate in through complete surrender.  The slow parts, repetitions or low notes are all part of the creativity.