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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. ↗
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. ↗
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. ↗
I is for immortality, which for some poets is a necessary compensation. Presumably miserable in this life, they will be remembered when the rest of us are long forgotten. None of them asks about the quality of that remembrance--what it will be like to crouch in the dim hallways of somebody's mind until the moment of recollection occurs, or to be lifted off suddenly and forever into the pastures of obscurity. Most poets know better than to concern themselves with such things. They know the chances are better than good that their poems will die when they do and never be heard of again, that they'll be replaced by poems sporting a new look in a language more current. They also know that even if individual poems die, though in some cases slowly, poetry will continue: that its subjects, it constant themes, are less liable to change than fashions in language, and that this is where an alternate, less lustrous immortality might be. We all know that a poem can influence other poems, remain alive in them, just as previous poems are alive in it. Could we not say, therefore, that individual poems succeed most by encouraging revisions of themselves and inducing their own erasure? Yes, but is this immortality, or simply a purposeful way of being dead? ↗
It was only vanity and discouragement that sometimes made me feel alone with my endless love, but now that I was taking one of the risks my heart had urged upon me I could also feel I was not alone. If endless love was a dream, then it was a dream we all shared, even more than we all shared the dream of never dying or of traveling through time, and if anything set me apart it was not my impulses but my stubbornness, my willingness to take the dream past what had been agreed upon as the reasonable limits, to declare that this dream was not a feverish trick of the mind but was an actuality at least as real as that other, thinner, more unhappy illusion we call normal life. After all, the intimations of endless love were the same now as they were thousands of years before, while normal life had changed a thousand times and in a thousand different ways. Which then, was more real? ↗
#endless-love #insanity #love #reality #truth
Your heart of devotion and obedience is not in vain. Who knows but God how many people have come near to you and were forever changed simply by the fragrance of his love in you? Who knows but God if he will put you before kings and leaders to speak the truth, redirecting the future of nations? Who knows when that small crack in the dam of our enemy’s plans will give way and God’s glory will truly cover the earth as the sea? Do not become distracted or discouraged by the death around you. Death must always give way when the life of Christ enters the picture. ↗
