Monday, April 13, 2009

POSTED IN THE KITCHEN

Each of us is connected to a cosmic umbilical cord, receiving spiritual nourishment from God each moment. Yet in slavish dedication to the dictates of a fear-based ego, we resist the elixir of divine sustenance, preferring instead to drink the poison of the world. It's so amazing that we do this, given the extraordinary pain that underlies so much of daily living. Yet the mental confusion created by our dominant thought forms is so intense, and we are so trained by the world to do fear's bidding, that deliverance comes at most in flashes.

Can you imagine a brain that thinks like this enough to translate the thoughts to paper? Only in a world that belongs to Neal A Maxwell maybe.

Except Hamilton doesn't get it...but then he's ten.

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