Manifesting life exists in cycles.

     Create, survive, destroy.

     That's why, in the world of Sabe, all eventually is lost, never to
be, or live again exactly as it was.

     Everything is precious, unique, and fragile, and never will pass
this way again.

     There will always be new creates and new destroys, new first hellos
and new last goodbyes,

     But the only thing that doesn't persist forever is persistence,
survival in time.

     Persistence in time is Sabe, because persistence exists only for a
while.  Time is only for a while.  When the while ends, EVERYTHING that
exists in that while ends too.  Forever.

     Whatever was, will never be quite that way again.

     It could be, but it won't.
     The GodSoul never visits the same place twice.

     Dura is what is eternal and stands forever outside of time.

     Eternality is beingness, not becomingness.

     Divine Magnificence resting in the folds of Eternal Omni Awesome

     Sabe gives us momentary windows into the world of Dura where things
are different than they are here.
     In those windows are the things we love, eternal loves.

     A favorite cat in Sabe, is a window into Dura.

     That cat you love and cry for so much, even while alive, is a
symbol for a cat in Dura, never to know loss or fear or self reproach.

     We are all this way in time, living but passing symbols for the
beauty of the immutable.

     As the windows in Sabe pass us by, the preciousness and sorrow we
feel is for the apparent loss of Dura.

     To have had forever, then to never have again.

     Or so we believe.  That belief is necessary and desirable to remain
in Sabe.

     The cat we cry for is a finite representation of that bigger loss.

     The cat in Dura, with a dance in its step and a twinkle and smile
that can never end, CHOOSES to symbolize itself, it's own eternal
beauty, via temporal ephemerality in Sabe.

     It can do this over and over again, each time close to its true
nature, but different.

     Look at the love.

     There are no tears in Dura.

     Sometimes when you see someone crying their eyes out, you can't
help but crack up laughing.

     Their love is just so great.

     Their sorrow, their loss, reminds you of the love that is real, of
the beauty that is yourself, of the eternal peace that is our home.

     It reminds us of the greatness and carefree warm humor of *US*.

     Somehow the one in sorrow doesn't see it, but their loss helps you
get a momentary glimpse of the perfect.

     Their descension experience becomes your ascension experience.

     Thus their sorrow becomes their gift from them to you.

     They say that dried eyed sorrow never heals.

     This is true, suppressed sorrow is suppressed love.

     No sorrow is no love.

     People are pretending to be in Dura (no sorrow), when in fact they
are sinking below the bottom of Sabe.

     They also say that excess of sorrow laughs, and excess of joy

     This is why.

     The sorrow reminds us of love, and love reminds us of the eternal.

     Sometimes if we allow ourselves to really feel to the bottom of the
our own sorrow, savored as a fine wine, or divine gift, we find that
same laughter, love and golden beauty ourselves.

     The message may not be clear, but it says that the sorrow is
ludicrous, there is too much love for the sorrow to be true in the end.

     So much love and beauty and warmth and peace and SAFETY, it becomes
hysterical we should have ever thought otherwise.  It escapes us how we
did it, how we ever fell for Sabe.
     But without a context in which to understand how eternal love
became immortal sorrow, the being just turns away from the moment of
vision and feeling, suppressing both the sorrow and the laughter, and
sinks further wondering why.

     Something is going on here, but NOBODY is talking about it.

     Handling it alone is almost impossible.

     Some dream to be the first to understand, but most don't have the

     Are you ready to be OK?

     Are you ready to be the first to be OK?

     Are you ready to be the ONLY ONE to be OK for a while?

     Life is fair exchange of these gifts of not OKness, between
GodSoul's lost in Sabe.

     It's hard to audit people crying their eyes out, the beauty is just
so shocking, the depth of their love so oceanic.

     This is why auditing, co-relating, work.

     To bring us closer to Dura, while yet operating in Sabe, until
others can operate in Dura too.

     One foot in heaven and one foot in hell.

     Hanging on to God with one hand, and hanging on to a lost Soul with
the other.

     The problem is there is no one in Dura to help, the GodSoul is the
High US.

     All of Sabe is Dura in carnation.

     The dinner places are set in Heaven, but there is no one there to

     Thus the disconnected GodSoul in Sabe, needs to be come a
reconnected GodSoul in Dura, become a conscious eye/I of the universe,
rather than a conscious eye/I in the universe.
     He realizes that he is not made of the universe, the universe is
made of him.

     Once that reconnection takes place, then YOU become the bridge from
Dura to Sabe that leads the lost ones home to do and become the same.

Homer Wilson Smith     The Paths of Lovers    Art Matrix - Lightlink
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Wed Jun 25 01:21:34 EDT 2008