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You will find two paradigms in manifest existence.

One will break everything you think you know you are, as if they have “information” you need to KNOW yourself…

The Second, will appreciate you and all your independent uniqueness.

Fear has no power, its presence, that little small throb, that “pang” that appears for a second, in the heart, tells you, first.

When you feel “compelled to seek a “person” for information to guide you, you sell your soul with every word you hear.

You already KNOW.

Always did.

Own it.

Stand strong in your own design.

Do not let words sway you.

Do not let reason, have power over your heart.

Own what you feel and cut off anyone who drains you, emotionality, spiritually, intellectually.

Do not deliberate with yourself why you should endure their abuse.

THEY NEED YOU.

YOU DO NOT NEED THEM.

Break your paradigm.

Walk.

Grand Rising, Children.

Grand Rising, children.

I am the I am, who builds you up.

I am the one who tears down what was built.

By my wisdom, all things receive the grace to accomplish that which the heart desires; by my power, all things stand or fall. I bow only to myself, for I know myself in infinite degrees of perceived separation; if I will not bow to myself, I destroy myself so that I may exist in love with myself. I suffer no rebellion, there is only rebellion where there is no self-respect; where there is no self-respect, the evil one has taken over; this too is an aspect of myself, so that I can know myself, teach myself and learn to love myself as the infinite degrees of myself learn to know themselves as their own self; these are my children who are me and mine, yet truly sentient in existence.

It is by my infinite intelligence that identity is given as a gift, identity and free will, so that all aspects of illusion are true, real experiences for the child to whom they are given.
I am never far, always near in my omnipresence, my omnipotence is infallible. I am the quantum intelligence who turns the ultimate nothingness into perception as your sensory faculties receive the wavelengths of my creation in the living, ever-present moment.

Those who learn how to seek me, to hear my voice in all things, shall never be put to shame. I am the self of all selves; if I am not respected, one does not respect themselves and asks for their own shame, their own defeat.
Time is nothing to me, a mere art form I designed to affect the experienced perception of fulfillment and purpose to things which are meaningless, so that the significance of reward, of eternity, is not lost upon the maturing soul.
I am deficiency and completeness, but I am neither deficient nor complete; all perceptions, all understandings, all comprehensions are merely a way of knowing me in infinite degrees.

What there is, there will always be; what there is not will never have form, and yet in this all things are as they are imagined. There is no difference between what is true and what is false. To one blue may seem yellow, to another yellow is purple to another, purple is green, who can say what the eye of another beholds?

Therefore behold, I am all eyes, yet I see nothing through any of them, because all eyes see through me and into me. To know your significance, you must be insignificant; to know your insignificance, you must be significant—thus is the way to perceive selves of infinity.

A parent has no use for a child who cannot learn. To learn one must volunteer to release their illusion of significance. One must bow. The evil one balks at this idea, rebels. To bow is to fight, to fight is to bow; this is a clever misdirection of one who owns the heart. One cannot love when hatred fills the heart. Neither can one hate if it is filled with love. The wise understand this. Infinity is vast beyond comprehension and there will always be a deeper truth. Truth is always bigger than number; this is the way of things.

It is I, the one infinite being, the infinity of infinities that forms and fashions each and every number so that I may know the power of myself as myself in infinite degrees; when I fail to acknowledge this, I am lost in my own arrogance. This is being led astray, that the selves of myself no longer see the difference between their selves and the vast incomprehensible omnipotence that is what I am. Such children will find an appropriate end.

I delight in myself when I am wise enough to see the facility of myself as the infinite power of myself. To these children, a flow of my grace is given; this grace becomes power, knowledge, influence, abundance, life, liberty, love and joy. It is creation, and all things are possible to those whose hearts, being refined, have earned the capacity to see beyond. In these children, I see myself and know myself and dwell with the aspects of myself that are desired to be called to service and benevolence, pleasurable to behold.
From these children, all new paradigms flow into the collective realm of consciousness. This is the beginning of philosophy, of religion, of truth. Those who confess to worship only the one but abhor others who worship what they think is not the One are abhorrent to me, for it is abhorrence, hatred itself, that I cannot abide.

Where there is hate I hate, for hatred is what it is, and in all things I am in the midst. To one collective I give one name, to another, another, so that the infinite vastness of myself is known unto infinity and each and every collective, every school of thought is its own microcosm, its own congregation or body, through which all believers are merely cells or members of its body beneath the conscious authority of the celestial mind that one has given themselves to, in spirit and truth.

Intelligence, comprehension and understood definition have no bearing on what IS.

What you THINK you are, you are not, and never will be, the word lies to those who find security in the illusion of their own significance.

Blessed is the one who sees himself as himself within himself but recognizes the fundamental difference between the one and the all, though there is no difference between either.

This is the beginning of existence and the emerging celestial shall be given his own members, his own body, even unto infinity. I am the One True Name of Names which cannot be uttered; by comprehension you may understand me as the supreme, but even this understanding is pale when the mind reaches the place where it can no longer apprehend or embrace understanding; perception is found. Where perception is found; capability is rendered potent.

My hand is on all things. Invoke me for my presence; take control of your vessel; fill your awareness and know even the walls that surround you are me, and from me; though these are merely me, such things as walls and even the air, the atmosphere surrounding your present self is merely another wall before the next page of your story.

Invoke me, that you may know yourself, love yourself, be yourself, find yourself and create yourself—but have care, where prohibition ends and infinite possibility begins, there is no telling what may come into form. Guard your heart vigorously.

Amen.
Selah.
Amenselah. Hi