Re: Is the lesser God our ego?

I often have dreams(spiritual tinkering) and wake up having some thoughts I just need to explore...and then I test the spirit of the thoughts by typing it here and matching it with the only truth I have ever known... The love I met in heaven... I mean the core God= love is true love love.... I mean love so strong that just to look on this most loving light would make returning to a body impossible...yet we fallen who turn our faces away from love...we who are on the roller coaster ride of death and dying... anyway...this being loves us enough to let us make our own mistakes...and let us figure out in our own way how to find our way back to love...

I have the constant memory of my Near Death Experience...before me...yet I stumble around with words because I just hope that somehow putting those raw words out there....even if no one ever reads them... may somehow slow to anger some soul...or maybe if I say my sayings then perhaps one person may anonymously reduce the misery of some stranger somewhere...but pushing the keys down and typing words that come from the love I found in my core NDE experience creates a vacuum therefore causing the absence of love to move toward the light causing the illusion of a tiny ripple of light... If the darkness rushes in to consume the downward pressure of the keys...in the in between place the darkness is turned away [by the light]...

I know I am recording spiritual things in a medium(words) that often fails to tell all of its secrets.... but I hope what comes through in my ramblings is the spirit of what I say...this is at least what I hope carries the day...

I also have a sense that words once written...have a life of their own... I want to give life to words that don't ignore the 300 lb gorilla in the room but also give a spirit of hope...

I don't know if that answered your question...but however awkwardly I said it... I also have a sense that I could have said everything I just typed with more economy of words... Sometimes when I write things it comes out as something that seems like poetry to me. It flows like a wave of light... but this response is not that... Maybe I can sleep on it and make more sense...or maybe you can read between the lines... a truth might be found in there somewhere...but as far as dying... there is only one truth... love survives this life...so whatever kind of cheap love.....or pure love....even the slightest inkling of love...or obscure love... all love is separated from unlove in the end.... so death has no hold on me... I am taking all of my love with me...[and why would I want to take any unlove with me anyway?] If death comes to me again.... I will leap toward it and if I stumble down death's path.... and I am looking up and not at the snare death puts before me on the ground...then I guess that is why I have all of these angels around...clearing the path for a fool...

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