Genius
It was unlike any dream in my first seventy three years of life.
The only word that comes close to describe it is ‘luminous’.
There were reassuring voices of people in the past…ones no longer here but still somehow remaining in touch.
It was clear that they live now in a remarkable place. Delete that…an astounding place.
I was told the favored ones who reside there only take three breaths a day. The inhalation taking most of the time and that it feels like a jar of honey being dripped into their soul.
It fills them completely until all that’s left is to savor that sweet, sweet feeling of honey like love. They know that it is their charge to share that honey love with everyone they encounter.
So, at noon, having lifted the spirits of heaven knows how many folks, they once more inhale that intoxicating honey love and set out again to spread the joy.
As you might surmise, these fortunate ones have no time for drama or the helter skelter hamster on the treadmill lifestyle that once was the norm on earth.
Think about it…the genius of it where the Master knew that three breaths a day surrounded by like minded friends could eradicate all the silliness and distractions of the past.
No deadlines or bread lines, no traffic jams or keeping up with The Jones’s.
All replaced by the steady flow of honey love where every drop seems sweeter than the last.
They report that there is no work in this special place…that the word job has never been heard of.
Nonetheless, by 8:00 p.m. a night of rest is in order.
The hardy souls arise very early completely renewed by the nighttime flow of this heavenly honey into their beings.
Pure Genius and yet it’s not that difficult to imagine.
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