THE WITHSTANDING FORCES

(This is a Direct Voice Communication from my Tribe)

Every structure has its limitations.  There are a finite amount of cycles that any creation will enjoy before it is permanently transformed.  You can watch a corn plant do this is one season.  Your feline and canine companions will make their transitions in one to two decades.  Even warrior trees will have their day, as will the Earth and the Sun.  Nothing material is permanent, no matter how we think of it.

It is the Spirit or Anima of the creation that gives it intelligence and life; it is the conductor of all of the notes it brings together; it is the driving force and sense-maker of the Song that we hear.  A Co-Creator gathers the materials to make an object, directing those components into a unified field that presents to the witnesses an experience of what he or she was striving to express.  Nothing that exists today, that is conceivable, has been left to random notation.

Every object in your world that you may perceive and experience has been Created and/or Co-Created by the High Mind and Will of others like you.  You are an extension of your environment and your environment is an extension of you.  You are inseparable.

Realized in this way, harm to others and harm to the world is harm to the self.  Some religious systems teach this, but overall, few peoples on Earth failingly follow these principles.  Why?

The Withstanding Forces of any Creation are woven into its Song.  It resists having its unique music broken down into component pieces which lack direction.  Once built, the Song becomes cohesive.  Try dislodging from your mind a favorite melody.  Once heard, it lingers.  Once a pattern, it lives.  Life wants to live.

Practice hearing your World today.  Hear the music of the Creations that make your World.  Rather than forming a barricade against the magic that surrounds you, pretending to be superior and alone, give the Songs reception.  Live each day, even if briefly, inside the Grand Chorus, and see how quickly it changes your heart.

.

.

.

.