Condicionamento cósmico é uma BD com Benurón da Natureza,
Dividida em seis partes por motivos que me ultrapassam.
Obrigado.
The beginning of every story requires the contextualising of either circumstances or character,
this story in particular is set in the eyes of the beholder, the one through whom this story will come to life
and hopefully become one with.
The path is difficult
Long
Many have failed to pursue it
Many have not even found it
The path is the choice between being alive or being injusticed
The steep mountain which the biped three brained being is said to climb in order to acquire above human capacities is one that is only found
once one makes the commitment to abdicate his own idea of who he is
It is not about a fight for a better world
The world was conceived in a certain way
in a way in which Great Mother Nature can assure its absorption of all the vibrations it needs to maintain itself
Many decide to victimise their position
As though they were slaves of Mother Earth
Forced to come here and participate in a beautifully orchestrated alchemy
The transformation of substances into other substances,
cosmic conglomerates becoming other and self
As if our Earth, our planet, were a place in which we can demand anything whatsoever
As if life owes us anything.
Our Earth requires our work to maintain itself
Not through the idiotic methods developed as a sort of coping mechanism by more recent biped three brained beings
The earth does not want humans to recycle plastic and pick up the garbage of human production from oceans and fields,
It does not want us to do anything particular that is merely a compensation for our damages
It requires the right kind of vibrations, a certain kind of energy to maintain itself
This energy required by our planet has been argued to at first having been required by the whole Universe
Although the abnormal choices of humans of Earth have in such a way modified the purpose of Human existence
That our Great Mother had to conjure with her Great Sacred Intelligence a way to adapt Herself to the Human Way of Existence.
To victimise ourselves, beings fully dependent on Earth
Saying Nature is opressor, therefore we must dominate it
is the most foolish idea humans have come to develop
Although not the most dangerous,
it is the most foolish
For this idea stems also from a idiotic notion of self, widespread through collectives of humans of Earth,
A notion of self that is light years away from what the self actually is.
The self is.
But we decided to think manipulations and degradations of what divine Thought is.
We decided to move away from Nature’s reality
Not through material progress,
Although this happening wasn’t exactly helpful
We moved away from Divine Thought
As we began to identify ourSelves with the thought
We began believing that thoughts made us into something
Centers of culture became a bloodshed arena for intelectual wars of idiocy and misunderstanding
He who said the sharpest comment,
disregarding whichever form of truth you might consider,
was therefore a winner
Conversations were no longer for the purpose of sharing
Either knowledge or the paths to it
they became a way to regurgitate thoughts
No matter how absurd
In a manner which made humans of Earth sound, look, and therefore feel intelligent.
Intelligence was no longer about approaching Divine Reason,
Or the capacity to exist and emanate the necessary vibrations for the wellbeing of Earth
Not even for the guidance of those who suffer more in life
For one reason or another
We identified ourSelves with thought
With words
And we entirely forgot about Divine Thought.
To identify our Self with thoughts is to allow reality to be shaped by
the Holy Randomness of Creativity
And Creativity aligned with Divine Thought equates to beauty
Creativity aligned with the sort of pesky thoughts that Humans of Earth developed
Equates to tragedy
Humans have even found ways through thought and creativity
To justify their identification with rotten thought
Rotten thought that led them perversely to love the tragic circumstances that they built for themselves.
They related suffering to tragedy
And tragedy became their condition.
All becoming a manipulation of reality that lead to subsequent degenerations of reality
Somehow distancing Humans of Earth further and further away from Divine Thought.
Word became oppressor
I am what I say
I live not according to life
But live according to word
And word
The tool of rotten thought
The means that violated our reality
Became God to Humans
Divine Thought
These Biped three brained beings
forgot it to be a form to more easily navigate sensation.
Sensation is the taking in of Earth
We use Thought to guide our blinded brains into remembering that although we became individuated
We are not separate from the Great Mother Nature.
Although we were given a planetary body
It serves only to carry us as a unique point of existence
Realising itself into the Truthness present in our manifestation
That we are not separate from the Great Mother Nature
To exist in order to maintain Planet Earth through the transformation of substances
Through the emanation of a certain kind of vibration
Does not make us slaves of Earth
It does not injure our capability to experience at times Healthy Separateness
We were made to experience at times Healthy Separateness
Only to Forget our Oneness, and again rejoice in remembering it.
Sensation allows to overcome Separateness
Although once manipulated by the identification with thought
Sensation becomes too a slave of Word
Sensation becomes too shaped by that corrupt clone of our Holy Randomness of Creativity
I think I feel I am
The wonderful process that led us from one in all to ALL
Corrupted into the process that isolated us from one in all to one in a complicated existence allied with a word dependent reality.
The wish to change the world
then
Only a sad child of the illusion that the world is in fact real in the web of untruths the mind created
Like state and government
I think I feel I am
I think I am this and feel that
To feel is wonderful,
To grant thoughts the teleological purpose of conclusion for the sake of being right
It is the human hamartia
(amongst others)
Silence, coming from within and quieting all the noise Humans make
Vomiting wishes to assert their existences
In the form of opinion
Sides emerge
Conflict arises
Once humans eliminate silence and Divine Thought
They acquiesce to State, to tirany,
Water and land become property of few
That own more weapons and paper
And therefore we are at the mercy of reciprocal destruction.
Silence is anarchy.
Silence is truth.
It is beyond word and the illusion of power propelled by word.
Anarchy is transcending the lie.
Condicionamento cósmico é uma BD com Benurón da Natureza, Dividida em seis partes por motivos que me ultrapassam. Obrigado. PART 2 (Condi...
