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My eyes change color depending on my mood and what I’m wearing. If I’m wearing an acorn brown shirt, my eyes look like squirrel fur. And if I’m wearing no shirt at all, my eyes look more nude and flesh-colored. I guess my ex girlfriend, Zelda, said it best when her friend asked her what I look like and she said: “He looks like you’d imagine him to look like, if you had no imagination. ↗
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The New Dimension is Peaceful, and all work here just as they do on Earth. It’s a place where Learning, Knowledge and Wisdom are essential to that work. It is not Corrupt like the Earth Plane, and there they are free from all of the Corruption that Exists on Earth today. We created this New Dimension for Growing and Learning, as we did Earth. Minds here are advanced, as the Knowledge that was acquired on Earth is now attuned to the Minds of New Dimension Souls. It is a Slow Process for all Souls’ Minds to Learn and absorb Knowledge and Wisdom. LOVE is the answer for all kinds of Souls to advance in the Universe. Through LOVE, Knowledge and Wisdom are well earned. The Earth Plane has gotten off track, forgetting or ignoring this most Important key to Progress. We all here in the Universe is working so hard with Earth Souls to remind them that their purpose on Earth is to advance. First, they must LOVE themselves if they are going to LOVE all of those around them, if they are going to LOVE Other Souls, if they are going to help less fortunate Souls with LOVE and Kindness. All of this is part of Earth Lessons they must learn. Once this is understood, we will attain Peace of Soul and Mind. The Peace that Exists in the Universe is Calmness and it’s like no calmness ever experienced on the Earth Plane. By Learning to be patient with one another, you are giving LOVE, and when you give LOVE to others, you grow and Progress. The Angels on the Second Plane use this Fourth Plane energy to take care of Earth’s Water, Soil and Plant Life, because without this Energy nothing would grow on the Earth Plane. Nothing could exist, and therefore the Earth could not exist, without this energy and the work of the Angels. GOD has Created All of the Earth, and placed each and every Soul there; it seems that Earth today has forgotten this. We mean to bring this to the attention of All Souls so that many Changes will occur on Earth. The Younger Generation will be Very Spiritual, and Open their Earth Minds to Our Ways and needs making Earth a nicer place to Exist on than it is today. Earth will receive Many Warnings denoting what it must do to Change and to create more LOVE between Earth Souls. The Choice is yours while you remain on Earth. Time and the future mean nothing to us. We have no time. We look only at your accounting of Lessons Learned or not Learned, the Progress you are making or not making, and the direction you are going, right or wrong. It does not matter how long it takes to Learn Lessons, if that is many lifetimes or thousands of years; all that counts is Progress of the Soul, and all Souls will Progress, in time. Souls’ Progress is all that counts in the Universe. ↗
That's you, drops of water and you're on top of the mountain of success. But one day you start sliding down the mountain and you think wait a minute; I'm a mountain top water drop. I don't belong in this valley, this river, this low dark ocean with all these drops of water. Then one day it gets hot and you slowly evaporate into air, way up, higher than any mountain top, all the way to the heavens. Then you understand that it was at your lowest that you were closest to God. Life's a journey that goes round and round and the end is closest to the beginning. So if it's change you need, relish the journey. ↗
But sleep didn't come. She could hear Jace's soft piano playing through the walls, but that wasn't what was keeping her awake. She was thinking of Simon, leaving for a house that no longer felt like home to him, of the despair in Jace's voice as he said 'I want to hate you', and of Magnus, not telling Jace the truth: that Alec did not want Jace to know about his relationship because he was still in love with him. She thought of the satisfaction it would have brought Magnus to say the words out loud, to acknowledge what the truth was, and the fact that he hadn't said them - had let Alec go on lying and pretending - because that was what Alec wanted, and Magnus cared about Alec enough to give him that. Maybe it was true what the Seelie Queen had said, after all: Love made you a liar. ↗
I always forget how important the empty days are, how important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything, even a few lines in a journal. A day when one has not pushed oneself to the limit seems a damaged, damaging day, a sinful day. Not so! The most valuable thing one can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of a room. ↗
We only give credence to that which we can prove exists. Since we cannot find evidence that gods, miracles, and other supernatural things are real, we do not trouble ourselves about them. If that were to change, if Helzvog were to reveal himself to us, then we would accept the new information and revise our position." "It seems a cold world without something . . . more." "On the contrary," said Oromis, "it is a better world. A place where we are responsible for our own actions, where we can be kind to one another because we want to and because it is the right thing to do, instead of being frightened into behaving by the threat of divine punishment. I won't tell you what to believe, Eragon. It is far better to be taught to think critically and then be allowed to make your own decisions than to have someone else's notions thrust upon you. You asked after our religion, and I have answered you true. Make of it what you will. ↗
From the vast, invisible ocean of moonlight overhead fell, here and here, a slender, broken stream that seemed to plash against the intercepting branches and trickle to earth, forming small white pools among the clumps of laurel. But these leaks were few and served only to accentuate the blackness of his environment, which his imagination found it easy to people with all manner of unfamiliar shapes, menacing, uncanny, or merely grotesque. He to whom the portentous conspiracy of night and solitude and silence in the heart of a great forest is not an unknown experience needs not to be told what another world it all is - how even the most commonplace and familiar objects take on another character. The trees group themselves differently; they draw closer together, as if in fear. The very silence has another quality than the silence of the day. And it is full of half-heard whispers, whispers that startle - ghosts of sounds long dead. There are living sounds, too, such as are never heard under other conditions: notes of strange night birds, the cries of small animals in sudden encounters with stealthy foes, or in their dreams, a rustling in the dead leaves - it may be the leap of a wood rat, it may be the footstep of a panther. What caused the breaking of that twig? What the low, alarmed twittering in that bushful of birds? There are sounds without a name, forms without substance, translations in space of objects which have not been seen to move, movements wherein nothing is observed to change its place. Ah, children of the sunlight and the gaslight, how little you know of the world in which you live! ("A Tough Tussle") ↗
Sometimes you look at yourself in the mirror, any mirror, and you wonder why that nose looks as it does, or those eyes--what is behind them, what depths can they reach. Your flesh, your skin, your lips--you know that that face which you behold is not yours alone but is already something which belongs to those who love it, to your family and all those who esteem you. But a person is more than a face or a bundle of nerves and a spigot of blood; a person is more than talking and feeling and being sensitive to the changes in the weather, to the opinions of people. A person is part of a clan, a race. And knowing this, you wonder where you came from and who preceded you; you wonder if you are strong, as you know those who lived before you were strong, and then you realize that there is a durable thread which ties you to a past you did not create but which created you. Then you know that you have to be sure about who you are and if you are not sure or if you do not know, you have to go back, trace those who hold the secret to your past. The search may not be fruitful; from this moment of awareness, there is nothing more frustrating than the belief that you have been meaningless. A man who knows himself can live with his imperfections; he knows instinctively that he is part of a wave that started from great, unnavigable expanses. ↗
Meditation upon death does not teach one how to die; it does not make the departure more easy, but ease is not what I seek. Beloved boy, so willful and brooding, your sacrifice will have enriched not my life but my death. ... Centuries as yet unborn within the dark womb of time would pass by thousands over that tomb without restoring life to him, but likewise without adding to his death, and without changing the fact that he had been. ↗
