06-20-2013, 03:43 PM
Thank you, passage was easy. 
Now, immediately I saw you in full 3D form rendition as I saw you in the picture you posted of yourself in the orange cape. Your face, however, appears dynamic and though I can concentrate and perceive your face as according to your physical, when I observe you from afar it is moving, changing and ambiguous although with many phases of distinction.
There is a sort of void with background radiation around you, That Which Is Not What Is, the aspect of IS-ness that exists as the well of infinity. The infinity from which infinity stems. Intelligence, which is geometry, patterns, colours, wave patterns, music and every manner of articulation and form, comes from the interplay between That Which Is and That Which Is Not What Is, which is.
Interestingly, I see in you many galaxies and systems and stars and nebulas, and I can sort of Google Map it and catch glimpses of all these different places throughout the universe and I imagine if I desired I could concentrate on any one and thus zoom in on it and learn more details.
I perceive now that there are actually layers to this zoom, like bandwidths in a frequency range. From you, e.g., the godhead, 'inwards' in terms of microcosm/macrocosm and also macroscopic down to microscopic. There is a full range of experience available here, and I believe that it would be possible for it to be use objectively with others.
However, I feel that my focus for this reading is guiding me to a particular place, here on this planet. I saw a boy. He was crying while squatting by a field and a wall, on concrete but close to both the wall and the grass. He both does and doesn't know why he is crying, he just is, he partly feels alone, forgotten, small, weak. These are things he feels because everything else is so big, so vast and enamourous that he is honestly probably frightened half to death by what he sees.
He is special, he sees things other boys and girls didn't see, both in his mind and around him. This isn't new to him, but neither does he understand the nature of his current experience quite yet. He just wants to have fun, but the world seems to have forgotten him and have no interest in his simple games.
I am being told by the guide, whom I might add is an amazingly beautiful woman formed of fine golden, white, orange and yellow light with deep blue eyes and is wearing a long flowing gown made of the same light as though they are of one substance, to ask your permission to approach the boy. May I approach?
Now, immediately I saw you in full 3D form rendition as I saw you in the picture you posted of yourself in the orange cape. Your face, however, appears dynamic and though I can concentrate and perceive your face as according to your physical, when I observe you from afar it is moving, changing and ambiguous although with many phases of distinction.
There is a sort of void with background radiation around you, That Which Is Not What Is, the aspect of IS-ness that exists as the well of infinity. The infinity from which infinity stems. Intelligence, which is geometry, patterns, colours, wave patterns, music and every manner of articulation and form, comes from the interplay between That Which Is and That Which Is Not What Is, which is.
Interestingly, I see in you many galaxies and systems and stars and nebulas, and I can sort of Google Map it and catch glimpses of all these different places throughout the universe and I imagine if I desired I could concentrate on any one and thus zoom in on it and learn more details.
I perceive now that there are actually layers to this zoom, like bandwidths in a frequency range. From you, e.g., the godhead, 'inwards' in terms of microcosm/macrocosm and also macroscopic down to microscopic. There is a full range of experience available here, and I believe that it would be possible for it to be use objectively with others.
However, I feel that my focus for this reading is guiding me to a particular place, here on this planet. I saw a boy. He was crying while squatting by a field and a wall, on concrete but close to both the wall and the grass. He both does and doesn't know why he is crying, he just is, he partly feels alone, forgotten, small, weak. These are things he feels because everything else is so big, so vast and enamourous that he is honestly probably frightened half to death by what he sees.
He is special, he sees things other boys and girls didn't see, both in his mind and around him. This isn't new to him, but neither does he understand the nature of his current experience quite yet. He just wants to have fun, but the world seems to have forgotten him and have no interest in his simple games.
I am being told by the guide, whom I might add is an amazingly beautiful woman formed of fine golden, white, orange and yellow light with deep blue eyes and is wearing a long flowing gown made of the same light as though they are of one substance, to ask your permission to approach the boy. May I approach?
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