Now, The Wormhole

As humans we cause reality. We are one humanity comprised of individual shards, unwell due to false limitations that reproduce replicas of our prior poor example. Because we are shards, pieces of a whole, we communicate. Wanting restoration, completion.

There is small value in private spirituality, it can grow into a greater value but privately, it is no more than seed. Even as seed we marvel at its value, what it might be if allowed to grow. Key to this growth, this greater value, is communication. As we communicate reality takes form. We make agreements creating possibility. For the most part this discussion takes place in the background of our mind and we ignore it. Ignorance does not curb our creativity, diminish our authority, it only causes injury to our reality. Through ignorance we discard our responsibility and imagine outside influences are at play shaping, forming possibility. They are not. We are responsible.

As I forge reality communication builds a place. A structure suitable for proof. And what would I prove? Nothing. There is nothing to prove. Proof belongs to itself, it is evidence of itself. I work to make an example of the way things are. To communicate it. In doing this work, communication, a community takes form. This causes an actual place, a structure. The community, by communication, forms the structure and its dimension. I have built this sort of thing before and so I know something about it. In the past it was entirely spiritual, today, the charge is to build it in the temporal world. To build a spiritual structure using temporal components.

I have no experience doing this but having built similar structures, without temporal components, I have an idea and that is beginning to take form. The place already exists and it is little more than alignments that reveal it. What I choose to think, what I choose to do, creates those alignments. The habit of thought is the most crucial component, it spawns all else.

I need to be comfortable with this, to let go and be there. That creates a template for manifestation and in turn spawns communication. The communication creates a place for reality take form and prove what needs no proof. The way things are. The secret to all of this is magic. The illusive wormhole of lore. It has a name. When we let go of everything we are left only with what is, we are no longer lost in the past or plotting the change we want to see. In choosing to let go, we actually get to do it. All of the crap, we hold on to, instead of letting go, well it shows up as a constant temptation. Once we have settled this score and actually let it all go, we are left only with what is. Providence alone dictates our fate and we are free to choose our recognizable destiny. To be here now and to do only what is asked of us, what is best. The wormhole is now. It is the magic and our singular appointment if we choose to keep it.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2013

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