You were born in the second,
and in the third you laid up the hopes of your image,
but only in your bitterness
did you carry the cross of the first in you.
But when you, the gatekeeper,
unlock the door of the first within you,
the third will be the judge between the two,
but the second you live now, will never be again.
You are someone in the world of some world,
and if you mature, you step out of the world of worlds
into the orbit of insight,
while others fall
like stars from the sky into this world.
And when you mature,
you will step from your own world of worlds
to the vast fields of eternity with stars in your hands,
while others will only sink
into the underworld of their world of their own existence
into the eternal fire of the birth of stars.
There was a world in a world of some world,
all flourishing,
and He, who fertilized it on the cross
to bear its fruit.
And after Him, a world in a world of green fruits
ripening until the day of the harvest.
And now, there is a world that is extinguishing into seeds,
but from the seeds sprouts a new world
that will never be extinguished again.
Blessed are you
if you are the seed of the only real world
that is born in you.
Everyone spoke, thought and acted
of their own free will.
Someone out of echoes in themselves,
others out of themselves in echoes,
but no one out of reality.
However, the echoes of echoes are building a hologram,
as the word of the word is giving birth to the word
and blessed are you, if the word is born in you
and you in it the word of the word
and no longer groan of the echoes of your own words.
Your consciousness is a free radical
that can be aware of the unconscious in yourself without content,
for every content of yours is your world of the unconscious,
which you serve unknowingly in the name of your existence.
Through it you exist before you exist,
in front of everything and everyone
and no one and nothing can stand in front of you
as the eternal light of life.
A bird was calling a bird,
but in the birds only echoes
inviting into themselves.
And the bird recognized the echoes
and fell silent
to recognize the bird.
This world is a world of predators
shining in the colours of the prey.
But when the prey is separated from the prey,
the light of this world is extinguished
and the light of eternity is silently lit
in those who sacrificed themselves.
We are in a world of free radicals,
where invisibly for the essence of each other
we reflect among each other
as the spirits of our souls of the bodies of transience
in captivity or freedom of the aurora borealis of the personal world.
But only two pure free radicals
of deliverance from others and themselves,
and bestowed to each other,
merge into the harmonies of the eternity of the spirit.
Only he who has walked
and left footprints behind
will find the footprint of someone
who has walked.
And someone will follow in his footsteps,
just as he walks
into the embrace of eternity.
But this world, full of fractals at the expense of foreign holograms,
will fade into the mists of the black force of eternity,
when footprints find two people
and the traces of traces of this world
are erased forever and ever. Amen.
Truth is the inside exposed on the outside,
and he who does not divide himself, flees from it.
But he who does not even divide it within,
goes mad.
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