constellated stars singing in their courses . . . love bestowed by the beloved.

100103 03:13
As constellated stars singing in their courses
we are similitude suffering the events of our lives as
pearls strung together necklaces significant the polarity
towards our true purpose in the sands of time hours treasured
souls bourne conscious precious discovered six sided snow flakes unique
received immortal love bestowed by the beloved.
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What I wrote above, if it be a poem, it is not my authorship, but an attempt to translate a dream into comprehensible symbol.
Visual representations of the numinous mark the earth from the beginning of time, before time was accountable.
We, collectively, have passed the point of no return in our efforts to deface the earth from existence and ourselves along in consequence. I write for neither myself, or God, but for you to know that there is a future beyond death. In that future gender, age, race and creed are meaningless since there is only Truth and God and God is Love.
For the gift of consciousness there is no purpose save to save yourself from adoration of things instead of life.
There are many avenues of approach, all lead to the end in God’s intention of life given freely to us. God’s absolute genius is in giving us free will. Those who I saw as enemies of myself and all life, remain mirrors of myself at various ages, stages, fears and thirst for safety. I give all discernment to God’s decision for me and all life. In that, I am tranquil with the inevitable. Fully conscious that death is not the issue, yet the time and manor of dying slowly is for some a terror, but for me, I am now aware that I began to die at birth.
I longed to escape the trials, sorrows, agony of life lived in the tyranny of those with authority over me, my day, hour, minute never known in safety, security or sanity.
God neither kills, nor enslaves anyone, or anything--we do.
I do not consider myself wise, nor do I consider myself, at any point, worthy of the Love of God freely given us. But of you, dear reader, I love your life and suggest that you love it as well, and as of greater value than all the money in the world. Chose wisely since you have nothing more valuable than your love freely spent.