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"DEATH IS IN THE MIDST"

Designed to reflect many illusions, fear has been demanding since the beginning of time.  To grasp the significance of each breath you breathe is a responsibility you owe to yourself.  To rid yourself of ignorance is your reasonable service.  A sense of duty to that effect leaves no space for self-defeat.  The fear of ending a great life mirrors the mind of the well learned. Sanctioned from drawing your own conclusion about spiritual matters is spiritual death of which there is no return.   Seen for what it is, fear is only a ploy to hold on to all that is obsolete.  The thought of being extinct intensifies this fear. Our physical and mental faculties are contaminated.  A preconceived idea of what life is truly about has crowded the very fiber of our being.
The wisdom of death is a ritual that is very sacred with each experience.  You die daily from erroneous belief patterns; blueprints handed down from earlier scholars. Accepting an altered structure, giving up your unique sense of creativeness, is surrendered power to control your own life. The steps taken in exploring the realms of reality is a pleasant task. This evidence establishes certain precedence. To know the inevitable is a decision each person makes by choice. Their spirit can then be free to soar to greater heights.
Destiny removes obstacles from the path of those that earnestly seeks.  In their acknowledgement, their path becomes lucid with each determined effort. Victory blesses a triumphant mind.  With strong efforts to comprehend, the burden of understanding delivers.  Let us explore our endings because all beginnings are but a cycle of rejuvenation.  To edify our divine nature is to breathe life.  From that breath, we become life. We cease because we are too afraid to breathe this infallible truth.  The truth, life eternally flows. It never ceases; likewise so does you.

























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