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A wisp of scent. A kiss on the cheek. ‘Tis fate that touches your lips with fingers so light. Shh. Do not speak. You seek without knowing. You listen to fate’s sweet silence. In this lies desire. Awaiting. Die to desire. Hold no hope. You heed fate’s call. It is not yours to answer. Turn. Recede. Step back. Let the winds of fate blow by. They stir up dust. Dust obscures the path. You are tormented by tears of hope. Lost in desire you stumble. You do not know the way. Fate is a false companion.
Open yourself to the room within. Herein lies the eternal. To touch the eternal is to know joy. Joy is the eternal I AM. You are the I AM. You are joy. It is your true nature.
You are discrete awareness in the dream that is existence. Open yourself to knowing that you are not your body. You are not your personality. You are awareness. Do not be tempted by fate. Fear and ignorance are not the way. Joy and wisdom welcome you in the room within.
Walk the way of the path. You will remember your true nature. You are I AM. Whole. Complete. Perfect. Eternal. There is no other.
Transcendence. To move beyond the confines of the body. To know thyself. To move out and beyond existence. To feel release from the world. This is the seeker’s path. To find a way home. Ignorant and fearful, you seek wisdom and love. You know there is a better you. You know the ground of your being is something greater than the me of the body. Somehow you sense something greater than your mortality. Death, you say, is not oblivion yet you fear it is. But what is death? That is the mystery you feel you must answer.
The me of the body is separation. Its sense of reality is weak. You perceive yourself apart from others. In reality, there is no other. Only the I AM. Remove the distinction of other. You find you have removed body and soul from mind. Then all is seen as I AM. Enter the room within. Remember twia.