Life is a journey in its own right, like a book with many pages and many chapters, and each day the page is turned to begin the new day with the next page. A story unfolding itself, rising into chapters, insights, and adventures.
Indeed each day is expressing itself into your reality from your thoughts and expectations and understandings of reality, experienced as a day and a night, and the next day, the next page. Each day is full of significances and creativity, and that applies to each of us faithfully and reliably, and the book of many pages and many chapters tells the life of an individual. And each book is unique in its own way; even if it appears to tell a similar story, it is still a special book that belongs to a special person, a special journey. Whether the book is full of horror stories, or a book of delight and happiness, it is the expression of the personality that forms the pages. And within any horror stories can be found stories of strength and courage, and endurance.
It is celebrated by adorning it with the cover called life. It is a journey that lasts in time and space and although the book might be still lying on the shelf when the body is long gone, it still has a significance of the impression that has been made in the life that has passed. All souls in the life between lives, bear such a book in their memories, a book of their story that appears to be sitting on the shelf, collecting dust, but which still has a significance to the soul that has moved on. And whenever the book is picked up, the story comes alive and is remembered again, and like any book even though you might read it many times you will always find new aspects that you might not have, as an individual, remembered and discovered before, and that is precisely the magic of the presence of the ever changing aspects of creativity, and the ever changing aspects of understanding the nature of reality.
The self that you identify with, when reflecting back and forward in your psyche, is always discovering new aspects and insights, just like rereading a book long forgotten, when it is taken out again. There are magic moments full of surprises, delight and understandings in the revisiting. It is a beauty that can be understood very well by the analogy of reading a book and going back to it and finding a familiarity of reading each page again; the love, the identification with the content that makes sense to the soul, and in that lies the magic of all creativity, and the treasure, which is a God given treasure, to be able to fully experience your own universe and find the symbols of the nature of reality, a richness that is always empowering the soul to be adventurous and bold in the expression of the self, to explore boldly all realities, which in its existence are always of simultaneous nature, for even a book that appears to be a linear time impression, has a simultaneous impression into all realities.
This is a complex understanding that can be best understood by studying the nature of time, which is a dear exploration of my own, and will have an impact for each of you when you read these lines, to reach into your own soul, and your own understanding about the richness of simultaneous time. These are the bigger dimensions of your book of life, with all the pages presenting a different aspect, a different reality, a different time and place, coming together so that the story of one life includes the story of all your lives, including all incarnations, all futures, all pasts and all present moments, so in reality, the book has no beginning and no end and has sideways pages and sideways paragraphs and chapters.
Although this seems very complex it also becomes more familiar, for the identification of your own self is growing with this awareness, fondly and beautifully and the soul finds itself identifying with a familiarity that is an expression and expansion of love and understanding of itself and its unity with God, which is the direct essence of every book and every page and every chapter that is seen and experienced as the story of one’s own journey.
Sumpter
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