the shade of the trees upon the concrete walls tells the spreading tale of tremendous loss and yes sometimes it feels life is an endless battle forced into a war that cannot be won choices made without contemplation and we beg ourselves for our own forgiveness I did not mean to fight You but the presence of shade proves the existence of light and now the smile of hope is the only thing masking Truth

Consciousness arose from the division of the one-mind. This allowed us to recognize ourselves as individualized expressions of God. This created a desire to be unique, to be separate. How can we be special if there is only One? And the ego was born from this thought, a subdivision of the mind. All thoughts are of the illusion. The ego became addicted to existence. It felt a power that it did not want to lose. Self-preservation is a primitive instinct. It too wanted to be unique. Thought after thought lead the lost and the eyes were created by the mind. This idea was presented symbolically to the soul creating the gateway for moving outside of God. I could not resist the temptation of looking through those eyes. It seemed so beautiful out there on the other side. Maybe we are the Other, the lost souls that left. Mentally separated from God, a self-imposed cesarean section. Trapped in a mirror with our own reflections. Projections of a mind not ready to leave hOMe. These were physical eyes designed to see on the outside. And somehow now, it seems obvious, when there was no outside until then. They had some other purpose. They were a tool in the deception, a concept in the conception. We were like children, thinking that we could be better than perfection. The power we inherit as an expression of God holds great responsibility. It is the only way to peace, and the only path to hell. We are so unbelievably powerful. Not believing is the only problem, the manifestation of suffering is the direct effect of misusing the offering. Our Father is also the Mother and waits for us with open arms. But it is impossible for He to go outside of Himself. So we must follow the trail of lovingly placed signs. This way. That way. Stop. Listen. Her. Him.