The explosive manifestation of Christ in fact or in myth reveals to all mankind and all of creation its origin, existence, and life in him. It’s not a hateful, wrathful, in fear of God existence but one that we have all misunderstood that we all now have clear view of because of the story tellers (Gods gospel: The word: the son) recapitulation. We began in God, we are tied together tighter than the tightest threads. We are one in all things. Our essence springs forth from that place. We are all resurrected from the pattern of death and illusion.
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“The kingdom of heaven is at hand” so pull the lever, recline, and get lost in bliss.
Out of the habitual state. A higher consciousness is in order and is divvied up. The mind wandered straight into a wall and it took an opening to get through. A new interpretation opens the caskets and clears out the cob-webbed tombs.
Customs and tradition pegged a stake in the ground with a sign reading,”no more forward motion!” So God took a hammer and out came a handful of nails. The letters on the sign were then voided out and the wall came crashing down.
The whole expanse of life is now free to roam and be roamed through. Forward motion is in progress.
The more our perspective is stretched open the more there is to drink. We don’t pour our wine only to fill the bottom of the glass, we fill it to the brim and the party goes on and on. It is good thing to be opened wide and be more drunk than ever before. Time to catch the wind.
The atmosphere shifts with the opening of our eyes. Light up to see the light in all things. Sit on the cloud, float with the sun.
Our identity brings about change. Seeing ourselves for who we are and actually living accordingly opens the doors and portals in our midst. Our awakening wakes up everyone and everything accordingly.
The wine gets me everywhere I need to go. It’s the door opener, the boldness, the feaster, and enjoyer of all things life.
Drinks on me, everybody! These bottles are unbreakable. They can fall and stumble around the world yet the wine remains. The wine guards it’s vessels, yes, the wine brings it all about.
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