
You are nothing other than.
The Lifeforce.
Itself.

You are nothing other than.
The Lifeforce.
Itself.

You have never been doing yourself.

There is no real Ignorance.
How could Supreme Intelligence.
Be Ignorant?
Unless It was Pretending.
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God is Perfect.
At Pretending.
Not to be God.

The Sheer Complexity.
Of The Human Organism.
Makes the Idea.
That there is a doer inside It.
Utterly Ridiculous.

The Everchanging Unchanging.

In The Womb.
You were The Miracle Of Life.
And that Fact has never changed.

This.
–
All This.
Unconditionally.
Is The Expression.
Of The One Source.
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The One Appearing As The Many.
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Absolute Power.
Absolute Love.
Totally Indescribable.
Totally Inconceivable.
And yet.
Totally Familiar.
Like an Oldest and Dearest Friend.
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Closer Than Breath.
The Dance Of Every Atom.
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God’s Love.
For You.
Is So Great.
So Without Bounds.
So All Encompassing.
So Absolute.
That He Is Being You.
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She Alone Is.
All-One.
Nothing separate.
Nothing left out.
Nothing forgotten.
Everything Held.
Embraced.
Penetrated.
And Filled.
With, By and As.
The Divine.
–
This.

Oh Great Light.
How You Pretend to Hide.
With Your Countless Names.
In Your Myriad of Forms.

The Scent.
Of Freshly Cut Grass.
Memories.
Ignited.
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The Grass.
The Scent.
The Nose.
The Sense Of Smell.
The Brain.
The Memories.
One Happening.
No doer.

Everything.
Divine.
Everything.
Divinity.
Proven by the Simple Fact.
Of Its Existence.
In and As.
This.
Infinite.
Eternal.
All Inclusive.
Present Moment.
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The Clarity.
And The Truth.
Of The Present Moment.
Speaks For Itself.
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Undeniable.
Infinite.
Undivided.
Presence.
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The Presence Of God.
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As Everything.
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Divine Love.
Divine Unity.
Divine Divinity.