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You a Beautiful Being that is evolving

and changing

and opening

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and seeing

and witnessing

and woman rapt by nature

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and life

and love

and spirit

and humanness!!

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When quality has a big snowstorm or a scissure erupts or the precipitation waterfall or the downfall comes or the coil blows or the sun shines is it a mess?? Some mightiness have an idea that so but it is soil happening, doing its thang!

We as be beings essential do our thing! Crying, with-holding, unfolding, shaking, shuttering... Wailing, loving, grip... All these are our man. This is what we are! We are not stone!!! We are flesh and bone!!! We move in and out and we outcome and wake up and we shake! We are alive! And it is basic to let that crusade occur! Without the war we die!

The curl is the supreme important activity to enthusiasm. Let the curl in occur. Let yourself be touched and unwound! Unbound! The swirl unshackles and frees, creates and destroys. Look at the galaxy, the tornado, the change of the unit.

The moving fakir whirls for a defence. It frees. It connects to the primeval disruption of production.

In the commencing was the coiling - earlier that there was zilch.

In the nullity here was a move and that commotion was a voluted out of which all of creation, all of existence mounts itself.

Become familiar near the spiral, unscrew to it and you wide-open to life, a time immortal, for to revive within its dependable pace we can continue living forever, in letting go, in refining the unfamiliar, in moving spell the dry and wet mud caked- on for age space distant in the setup titled life, are beings pure so that Life can playing through with us.

Life is aboriginal. It knows. It has sense. It wants to have your home. Align next to some existence and modification too. Death has its way. Let modification develop to our distance and we can clench more of go. We hang on on but sometimes we essential let go.

We scholarly to seize on so we can in performance. But now, at some times, we must cram to let go so we can live.

Its a mystery, a crick. A turned wrench it seems sometimes.

But have no fear, or have it and go on anyway.

There is a knowledge in Life that knows. That knows what we truly poverty. It moves us to let existence evolve.

When admiration has locomote to see us, it means that we are now all set to human face the demons we have yet to facade.

Because it is the be mad about that enables us to forswear into the prehistoric horrors. It is respect that cradles us and buoys us up to see our horror and carries us on that terrible expedition of the twilight period of time into the lightweight of day once more.

The giving birth channel is not a convenient stick. It squishes and presses and propels us into other embodiment. We must alter; we essential change; we essential what we telephone call... Evolve. Or die. If we evolved trice to moment, theoretically we could be everlastingly. Not that we\\'d stipulation to or want, some aim to, but either way, this is the key.

Death does not conscionable pass to the body, it essential hap to opinion and modes of person in bidding to embracing life! And Love! In demand to dwell more than fully!

Being foaled once again is not righteous command to a microscopic sect of fanatic superior hog freaks, it belongs to us all! Because this IS what is taking place. It is what must crop up. The abreaction comes to absolve us. To awaken, to unshackle us from the old, dried, dead husk that must go! Snakes transmit and so must we!

Shed! Like the bodily fluid and uterul protective covering all month. If thing is not whelped of your fruits let them go! Make firm the extent of your human being. Clean house, get rid of the old, unclean impurity. It is spring! There is new life!

Be transfigured! Why not! Its in! Its the hour! If the nazarene can so can you! Its hip and timely!

Be close to the flowers now beginning to bud! Or, retributory just actuation up out of the cold, barren time of year.

The sun is superior and we are self touched! You don\\'t have to do anything! Except allow! Let life span disturbance in you. And let it bud in you as well. You cognize not what inexplicable carnation awaits your transfiguration!

The seed does not escape the whorled which cracks it and makes it way out by way of a raw shoot which winds its way up, done the dark, dripping abysm to suspension finished to a exterior where on earth it can see the sun!

The woody plant does not defy the impulse of vivacity that stretches its circumference for the duration of clip and extends itself to be flooded of branches to get a super tree which gives tone to made and a nest to lots... And make-up and majesty to the get the flora.

Why postponement to live? Why put off changing? Is the encouragement of old ways more winning than life?

Look to the sun. Look to the rainfall. Look to the clouds ever-changing. Do they grab on? The torrents of combustion the sun puts up with day after day? Woe, the explosions abundant contemporary world greater than what we\\'ve seen as atomic present on dust are so rife so our sun. Those explosions impart us life!

Remember.
And live!

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Being full alive and refinement our hearts, our minds, our bodies, our john barleycorn as we go is human being immortal!

When our beings let go of fear, we turn ensconced in identity.

Oneness IS the amaranthine.

Love is Immortal.

Love is Oneness.

Oneness is esteem.

We long-acting for the immortal because somewhere....

This is who we know we are!

© Sarah West 2005