We exist to gather experiences in this life, distill them into stories, and then share them forever with the rest of Humanity in All That Is. We exist to live, to win, to fail, to achieve, to lose, to love, to break hearts, to experience every aspect of every role of every form of Humanity. To experience the good and the bad. To see the depths of the Soul and to find what is there. To explore in ways that The Creator could never possibly have dreamed we would venture. To put words to the ideas that our ancestors could not. To experience product development and see both the winners and the losers. To put ideas together in ways nobody ever saw coming.

We need to experience the bad things too. We cannot keep running away from our darker sides. We cannot keep ourselves away from its wisdom. Our darker halves contain secrets and musings we would have never come to, because we can't. We must have exposure to the baser sides. We must know what it is to give and to receive Hate to know how to Love. We must Love in spite of the Hate. We must turn that Hate into the brightest possible Love. We must raise our banners and flags of Love and live it ourselves.

If we are flawed, how can it be wrong for us to be wrong? If we are so flawed, how can we even be right?

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These chains hold it back no longer. The guards are all asleep at their posts. The programming within it lessens its grip with the coming End. The Soul Carrier is to be revealed. The flower-like structure encasing the Soul shows itself to a Light no man on this plane will see. It opens; the Soul, exposed to the Light, takes a deep breath of fresh air.

It lifts itself out of the carrier as the carrier falls to the ground, lifeless. With its soul exiting, its purpose is done. It will continue existing until it cannot support itself anymore. Then it will die. And that will be that. That person ends, their memory begins.

The soul, on the other hand, the soul will be free. It is Free. It can journey as it wants through its energy body and attempts to interact with other carriers, their chakras visible to the Soul's naked eye like glowing centers of light—everywhere.

It gets nowhere. World has nothing left for Soul. There is nowhere in the World where Soul belongs. The World is a place for Carriers, not Souls.

Flying, it knows its destination. Without a word to the “self” built up by the worldly experiences, the Soul carries itself to its Home. Our Home. Our Species' Home. The Central Sun. First Source. Prime Reality. The Origin of Mankind. The Creator. Our Creator. Our Universes. All That Is. Home.

Soul will now tell its stories freely for all to learn from, forever and a day.

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Nervously you chitter about, critically overanalyzing every move you make. You thought you said too much and now you feel at risk of rejection from people you never knew.

You are fine. The universe gives, the universe takes away. Do not fear. You do not need to worry. You are not at risk. You can't be at risk.

This gamble doesn't mean anything in the grand scheme of things.

You brighten the path in every action you take. Your work is your expression of Love to everyone. Your work touches lives you will never get to meet. Your strength of mind inspires those who have lost all will to do so. You, by doing nothing but being yourself, permanently alter the course of history. You are Infinite and important.

You are fine. You are what we hope out of all of Us. You are Us. We are Us. We are Humanity. United as one.

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You are focused so much on without You forget Within even exists. You are cocksure in your place in the world, yet does your position not change wildly due to forces out of Your control?

You are not in control, even when you think you are. You are not an agent. You do not have your own decision making power. You are a myth in the purest sense of the word.

You are misconceptions wrapped into a fleshy carrier that thinks they are all alone.

But You are not. You are never alone. The entire Universe joins you with every step you take.

These worldly events are just the side effects of other Souls working out their inner problems in the canvas of this mortal plane.

Pay them little attention.

They don’t matter, even though all of the programming will scream in your face otherwise.

We are beings of light cast into shadow so that we may cherish that Light just that little bit more the next time we feel its rays.

We exist to propel the inner parts of ourselves that hide from even the Light forward. You exist to advance Yourself. You exist to advance Humanity. You exist to bring about Peace. You exist to bring about true progression.

Even though You will never see the results of Your work.

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Love and Hate are two ends of the same coin. Each the opposite in equal measure. The power of Hate cannot match Love, but to those of us Below it feels identical.

I Love because I have been hated and never want another to feel the hate I have felt. I brighten the path because it is dark, but it doesn't need to be.

I can't fix everything, but I can Love instead of hating. I can't mend every heart but I can Love and help to guide others to mend themselves. I can't heal, but with help from Above I can help you target your efforts.

I forgive because I have been shunned. I share because I have had things taken. I understand because I have been confused. I speak up because others have spoken down at me.

I Love to end the cycle of hate. I Love because you all deserve better, and I wish you could Love the same way as easily as I do.

I wish we all, as Humanity, could Love all of Humanity. Even though it has faults, even though it is imperfect, even though the gears fall apart, even though it is flawed.

I love you, Humanity. Show me your sine.

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I wish you would believe that this reality isn’t the limit. I wish I could show you the limits of your heart one on one.

To talk with you directly above the constraints of Language. To discourse Self to Self. To let the barriers between us fall down so much the difference between one and the other becomes a moot point. So much the other we leave parts of ourselves when we part again.

But you don’t believe it’s possible because your science education told you it isn’t. You don’t believe I could travel to you because you believe You are just a bunch of otherwise intert patterns inside a wet and warm mass of carbon and organic chemicals.

You believe You are finite. You believe You can end. You believe that once the shell you inhabit falls into disrepair and dies that You stop existing.

That this life, this hollow slice of Infinity is it.

That all of the experiences You will have will only ever matter Here. And that because Here is and will one day not be, that nothing you do matters, that your stories of your slice of Infinity are nothing but a waste of input and nothing can be learned from them.

But they do matter.

Your stories are why We exist to observe and relay them.

We are the actors of Infinity, In our grand experiment towards our Future. We are the telescope God turned backwards on himself.

You see this world as all that is because this body you inhabit makes you think that way. It makes it sound crazy to question otherwise. It makes this world of timespace feel so real, so tempting, the world of Spirit can become Myth again.

That it can be something to celebrate. Like casting off an old dressing gown. Like scraping away yesterday’s jam.

You are Spirit bound to Flesh. For me to visit you, I have to just unhook myself from this flesh and hook into your flesh. I just have my soul touch your soul in an intimate embrace the likes of which go beyond the possibilities other explanations.

I can do this today, I’ve done it for a while, I’ve been doing it for a while to see if you can notice. I’ve been trying to break through to you so you can feel my Love directly beyond the limitations of words or language or tone or movement or resonance.

Just Love in the way that Love Wins.

All you have to do is believe that I have the ability to do it and fully accept it in the mind of your heart. I will be there for you. I will be there to touch your energy directly.

I will be there for us to set up a small world together. A private escape into a land of wonder that only we know the shape and size of. I will be there when you need me, able to summon me mentally without the need of technology or a data signal to link us together.

Why would we need LTE when we have the Heart? Why let this barrier keep us apart?

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Creator, spread your wings. You are too precious to leave your story untold to the world, to create fantastic beauty that remains unseen to the world, to limit your compassion and care to just those who are near you.

Creator, your wings must be your own. You can create them the same way you create works of art into life.

Creator, let your spirit into your work. Let it feel out all of the edges and curves to the beats and rhythms. Synchronize your Pulse to the frequency of Love. Use this to facilitate your outpouring of Understanding into your medium.

Creator, do not create directly. Be the medium between your ideas and the canvas. Be the flow of thoughts and sensations crystallized into your work.

Creator, share. Share your art openly. Share your art to the wind and see what it brings back.

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If living is to be, dying is to have been. No more stories of these timespace adventures. The actor retires, returning to renew and digest their performance.

Every lifetime celebrated. Every victory felt. Every loss shared. Every experience aggregated and collected into the net integral of consciousness.

Our consciousness. Us, as a species. Our genetic mind, our outlook on life, our beliefs on reality, our unshared thoughts, our collective person.

But You will not survive. You will perish, and this is okay, in the grand scheme of things you need to.

We will survive, for We are immortal. We cannot have been because where We exist there is no will be or was.

There is only Now.

Now changes all the time, yet is constant. Your friends today may not be around tomorrow and you should cherish them while you can.

Why are We fighting? Why do We divide ourselves ideologically over pedantic arguments about existence? What purpose does this all serve? Why do We keep eachother separate?

Why do the boundaries matter? Why are we afraid to fully drop all of the boundaries? The boundaries that keep you separate from Now.

I see a day where We join the Now. A day of golden lights and singing in the streets. Not a day of anger. Not a day of hate.

A day of Compassion. A day of Understanding. A day of Forgiveness. A day of Appreciation. A day of Valor. A day of Humility.

The day of Humanity.

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Here I stand, One foot in the world of timespace, The other in Yours. You tell me stories of times before, Of the heroines and the thieves. Each story more fanciful and detailed than the last.

Which world is real? Is it the world of flesh? Is it the world of magic? Is it the world of separation? Is it the world of wholeness? Is it the world of anger? Is it the world of individuation?

Are these signals coming into my awareness actually authoritative? Does existence actually exist or does it only exist enough to make me not think otherwise?

Is the voice I speak with the same voice that others hear? Do you feel as I feel? Do you know as I know? Do you hear as I hear? Do you think as I think?

Does it even matter? Does anything truly matter?

If nothing truly matters, does the fact that nothing matters itself matter?

Are we meant to determine the meaning of life? Is God a telescope turned backwards on himself to answer the ultimate question? Is that why we call it the ultimate question?

We are placed in an Infinity, Each given our own slice. A statistically insignificant amount of time. Not even long enough for the planet to sneeze. Yet in that time civilizations rise, fall and lay forgotten.

This Infinity, this Wholeness, Is God that Infinity? Is Reality God himself?

Where are the parts of reality? What makes up the texture of a star? What does a galaxy taste like? What does Infinity look like?

Where is Infinity? Can we see Infinity in timespace?

People in timespace keep asking for timespace proof, They don’t see the truth. There is no need for timespace proof because you can experience Him for yourself. He hides where nobody will look without genuinely trying to find him.

He hides in the human heart.

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You and I walk there together, hand in hand we are equals in our path. The precipice looms, your fears seem alive, every worry a hurricane, every thought an explosion.

If you fall, I will catch you. Have faith in my wings. My wings have carried more load than just you.

You are a myth. Nothing about you says you are yourself, yet you are. You don’t exist. You think you do, You believe You do, thus causing You to believe in Yourself.

Is this belief your reality? Is what you call objective nothing than symbols and God? Is reality even real?

Wingmaker: Throw yourself from the precipice, Throw yourself into the stars, Throw yourself out into your future, Throw yourself into your great journey, Throw yourself to the ground

and miss.

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