The universe is a playground of abundance - it ain`t work according measure for measure (ius talionis).
Be - ness came into being while unfolding and finding itself in acts of self-reference.
Thus conscience found it`s way to appearance.
By illusion self-reference created a basic stimulant to experience ifself by creating obstacles and situations appearing real.
Conscious self - reference is the way of awakening to look through illusions.
Awakening thus is desillusion at work, while illusion reveals itself as counterforce of balance.
The universe of abundance is a balanced playground of forces and counterforces.
Thus it is a perfect challenge for any self-reference - illusion and desillusion reveal an abundance of intelligence and fun of the universe.
The universe is closer to a madhouse than to a cemetry, isn`t it?
The work of desillusion is manyfold:
# some subjects become sober and reluctant;
# some got the feeling of not needing any channelled or prophetical messages anymore;
# some perceive symbols and numbers everywhere;
# some start reading strange books and material;
# some have lost any interest in money, profile neurosis, reputation and success;
# and some discover the world of sounds in strange ways.
And all those subjects speak from something, which "normal" people can hardly understand: from their feeling of being part of something bigger than everything they can imagine, from their being part of the divine.
Unfortunately, it is also true, that no small number of them are considered maniacs actually belonging incarcerated in a nuthouse...
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I am such a person, and believe me, it is both, blessing and burden.
There is nothing you can proud of, only understanding as though you would know, and you don`t know how and why...
I often fought with God, with having a feeling of being strange, a lone eagle...
I bear that witness in myself without being able to share it with my family (father and sisters), they consider me kind of fucked up dude despite having a honorable profession.
I belong to those, who do not need to believe in God - I simply know it without being able to prove it properly. This is the deep reason, why I studied theology and philosophy and later lectured in that subject. I made my way through countless hours of books and thoughts, and you know what, I feel like knowing nothing really, but being a sensitive soul flying like a lone eagle...
I often miss deep talks, especially in the evenings. Once in a while I go to pubs hoping to find some souls being open for soul exchange...
I have observed, that there are many people out there - obviously also looking for communication - which seem really scared looking into eyes, and ladies might think, you are "only" out for finding a nice screw...
So I often ended up with those nobody wanted to talk - ugly, crazy and, once in a while, retarded ones.
I made a 10 sequels tv broadcast on philosophy and earned hate from my colleagues, can you believe that... some of em tried even to convince the dean of the faculty to manage giving me tv prohibition...
I know of the deep strangeness of people being awakened. And I really care for them if I am able to support...
Tertuis - what if you believed that it was a blessing and a burden to think that you are such a person?
When you fought with God you understood that you were fighting with yourself? What if everyone was a witness to you and understood that we are all lone eagles, but in reality are never alone....
What if you understood that you belonged to no one and everyone at the same time and was finally honest with your family? What if you grew to love deep talks and accepted that you can have an honorable profession?
What if there were souls open for exchange but you realized that we were all one, so you never felt lonely again?
What if you enjoyed looking into others eyes and your own, because you were finally honest with yourself because you'd realized you can't lie to yourself because everyone is you.
What if you understood that no one is Ugly, and they are beautiful inside of you allow themselves to be?
What if you allowed yourself to be cleansed of what haunted your soul, and could be free from Illusion?
What if you found that there was nothing strange about being awakened, and that it felt more normal than being cut off and alone without support?
What if....