23 Jun 2024 4:21 pm
31stArrival » 23 Jun 2024, 11:36 am » wrote: ↑ Most of your individual senses to navigate living uniquely here are on the head of your body. Eyes to see where you are among all things equally inhabiting space now. ears to hear what you cannot see, smell to detect things you cannot hear, touch to sense wht you touch and what touches you evolving in series parallel time displaced since conceived.
Now use your mind and compare spontaneously unique in series of arriving as your time living among 8 billion other reproductions not your siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, second cousins, 4 specific biological grandparents, great aunts and uncles, to a 3rd prior generation of 8 specific great grandparents, etc.
Your ability to project anything is possible among so many people believing genetic outcomes aren't reproductively living as eternally separated each rotation they have adapting to the moment here.
Series parallel energy flows paths of least resistance and any ancestor not choosing to believe life exceeds the moment here will face every established reality suggesting life cannot be limited to adapting as displaced now.
Don't deny why and how you exist as naturally timed apart this rotation. Eternal hell is a concept used against persons not following history every generation gap defining life beyond today or next rotation. midnight to noon is intellectually tomorrow while noon to midnight is reinterpreting yesterday to make sure everyone stays on message or else face insubordination to their previous 4 generation gaps, treason to state of mind offering better tomorrows, blasphemy against humanity creating a New World Order every rotation of the planet so far.
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.