These are my scores today.
Was it the heat in the kitchen? Was it the fact that I have an absolute inability to relax in a head-space cluttered with direction and critique? Is it simply that I need to laugh at myself more for acting so immature while knowing, all alone in my shattered heart, that no matter what I do...I fail in His eyes?
"Choose," they say.
Pick a path, fall in-line, parrot the program, join the club, conform...rabbit...conform...
Conform so we can suppress your desire for life...so we can drain the passion out of your mind...so we can retrain your curiosity into something we can control...something we can use...something...anything...like what we've seen...so we know we are still in the position of power in our own game of chess...
"Give us your power."
"Give us the truth."
"We'll take it," they say.
Give it willingly or we will drug you, make you submit, cause you to lose all you own, bring you into the public eye, humiliate you, exploit you, ignore your right to privacy, involve the use of coercion, rape, torture, blackmail...ANYTHING!
They have no limits...
Or so they...always thought...until...
The rules changed...
The Board became 6-dimensional.
It is so much more than:
Who? = Sight = Point = 1st Dimension
What? = Sound = Line = 2nd Dimension
Where? = Smell = Plane = 3rd Dimension
When? = Taste = Time = 4th Dimension
Why? = Touch = Tesseract = 5th Dimension
How? = Psi = Merkaba = 6th Dimension
How many more dimensions?
Infinite.
We are limited only by our imaginations...
So, perhaps, we should attend to making them positively-focused.
After all, we are what we believe.
~AC
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