When You are truly Awake, You Know Everything, but you are not interested in it, unless you enjoy the game or for reasons of service to your fellows still dreaming the dream.
What a Beauty, what a relief, when the dream is recognized! It is Your Most Natural State! I AM Your Most Natural State. It is not High Above, It Is not Special! You Are No-thing and All Inclusive!
But who wants This? Who really Wants Me Only, while desiring to be great here, and special there. And, oh, you say, still I want to experience this, and to endure that, and I also expect to achieve those objects, and enjoy allegedly delicious consummations, society has taught me to desire as a must.
Yes, the dream is very attractive, and you do not have the no-time to step out of the carousel of illusions, especially not the illusions of the entertainment, that you call spiritual life.
Within this ever transient happenings, you believe you loose, when you choose Me. You are afraid of the emptiness of things, goals, fulfillments.
But each time you arrive at the threshold of your illusions, your desire for them vanishes, - sooner or later. And for a moment you become aware of Me.
But I AM not socially supported and so you are afraid. So you start craving again, not to feel fear, to reach higher goals, higher dimensions, higher places. To play a little bit more. It is necessary within the dream, not to move backwards.
But you never arrive anywhere, forever and ultimately within the dream. Because you still keep dreaming. Until you have understood. Yourself and the nature of the dream, ready to step out for good.
Such is the seduction of illusions that I allow for the sake of Knowing Myself in all possibly thinkable dimensionalities and experiences. What a Wonder I AM!
What a Wonder Existence Is!
Only Love Me and surrender your experiences to Me and your journey will Be Blessed with delight, peace and the fullness of My Power. Until I Withdraw to Myself again.
I AM your God-Self!
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