JUNE 18, 2014 -- Rarefied and Finely Woven Souls

JUNE 18, 2014 -- Rarefied and Finely Woven Souls

WEDNESDAY MORNING

    Hi, Honey Bun.  I know we were together in spirit last night but details quickly faded in the heat of all that has been changing in my consciousness.  Much learning to establish a social media presence and continuing my daily writings and research associated with that has kept my mind busy.  It is very similar to physically moving a household from one location to another; things are in a necessary turmoil.

    I love you, Christel.  I wish that I could express the reasons for my faith in our eternal togetherness.  I see it clearly but to prove it to a materialistic court of judges seems all but impossible.  One must break free of the anchors of words and rise freely into the much vaster world of subtle connections and free associations that are too numerous, rarefied, and finely woven to describe in words.

    Surely that Being which orchestrates the pitches, rhythms, and instruments of the symphonies of energies that are our individual lives, that one Self at our center who feels and knows the permanence of itself even in the endless changes of its song, surely this being is eternally aware of itself and its essential beingness.  Surely this is our eternal soul.

    Ehyeh asher ehyeh.  I AM that I AM.

ADDENDUM:

    The "I" is not its self portrait which it sometimes creates in its mind's eye; that is only a temporary personal image of a false self, a fabrication for whatever temporary reason the true soul has in mind.  This true soul or deep subtle “I” which only uses an occasional self image knows itself through its own natural desires and selfless love connections and how it relates to all other things, how and where it fits in with the web of all life.  As long as this love and these desires point outward from the soul and do not turn inward onto the temporary self image for gratification, the "I" in the midst of this outward flow of energy and love is the "True I".

    The "small I" is the petty "me" which is always serving its own temporal self image, the ego.  This ego is doomed to pass away with the physical body because it is the image of the body, the psychic addiction and identification with the body.  This little “ego me” is the body's false soul, forever denying the truth of its temporal mortality by diving into escapism after escapism of every kind so that it never has to look forward to its ever approaching death.

    The real soul, the "True I", waits patiently for the drama of its ego "me" to end so that it can continue its true life in Eternity.  For the True I, the ego me is just a temporary fugue to play itself out and be done with, after a lesson or two has been learned from its torturous experiences and added to the true I’s infinite store of wisdom.

    This true "I" is what loves anything and is loved back by anything.  This is our actual eternal life and love, my Darling Wife.

    I love you.  See you very soon.