224 Perspective

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Where is there love?

Heaven must be an idea or vision from our own perspective. Be from heaven, in energy Einstein said it’s all relative. While we are all dying and crying for those the most suffering, why and how – we are not sure? But heaven is clearly seen, signed, and delivered by each heart says my deceased Grandfather. I did not ask to be a medium of the spirit, but despite its drawbacks like causing a hellish mind, there is something of God in every person, spirit and child. These children of the next generation are a top priority, whereby if they sense hell of a nervous system destroyed by others – adults all judging, saving, making play – never really setting an example, but continually ending everything with the lowest common denominator, then we are all for the funeral pyre, trying to express a nominal giving to the world of pain and suffering.

And so, we must be very careful that there is never hell again. Whether ghettoised or broken government. But it may be a form of literality through forces of evil that government power and policy decides the latest type of evolution until unfortunately we are all dying with nature, because of God, and devolving until disabled, cut, chased, and broken. Devolution was never very clever, so, what can we do but look to our locality and take something in the Universe and apply it to a local realm of thought and emotion.

Again, we state it is not a simplified complexity, but a complex simplicity. Difficult to study, difficult to understand, difficult to gain a good result – until we have seen it made. Apparently, some know, others are completely blind to an environment, i.e. nature of complex simplicity – like the picturesque. We used to return to the hills and say there it is: “A scene in bright sunshine, of a natural course of rock, tree and everything, green and blue.” Today most are left with an urban scene of movement, space, light, dark and texture.

So, nothing really works, buildings sing things I don’t want to hear.

Everyone is grasping for power to say, “I’m the best, would you please give way.” But it is not effort we are trying to summon, however a truth as Henry David Thoreau, (The Naturalist), once said: “Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.” So, there we have it heaven is the only truth we have ever known. Now, West, East, North, South, understanding one another, making peace, please can we have heaven on the ground. Don’t forget no-one understands your internal experiences. You cannot affect someone with illness or death it is all from the spirit. Everything is relative to us. Our experiences, thoughts, and ideas are forgotten. Maybe even this is never seen, never published, never been here before. Maybe no-one knows me. Only the spirit.

There could however be a pre-meditated, planned, and rehearsed transcendence that allows someone access to your mind in order to vent hate, determine a false diagnosis and cut you off from the rest of the world. But whoever they are, they’ll pay. We all get our own back on those who have cared, but culturally been designed not to, so, that you suffer in order that they believe you have always been in hell and must remain, when in actual fact it was just a relative heaven, but fear not evil stopped you sharing your internal vision of the world until you had a go at expressing yourself creatively to change billions of lives with love.

So, if there is transcendence it is only a drug or message. From life or death? Could be from both. Something tells me we don’t make spirit but play games with each other to relieve madness – sex and make madness – sex.

“An acceptable future for all would be one in which everyone could manage their own time and give meaning to the future by individualising their personal futures.”[i]

Why I never hammer the ground.

Apparently, nothing.

Amen.

Love AB x

Thanks be to God.

[i] Augé, Marc, The Future, translated by John Howe, Verso, London, UK, 2014, p.3.