You are a born image of this world and the counterpoint that you live, is just a world of images of your image.
But your essence is an asymmetry, which blows like the wind, where it wants to, and turns into a counterpoint when two veils of mist meet …and a raindrop falls onto the plains.
When you accept the essence of your essence, rivers and streams will flow, for all things will find their measure in you past all images of your image and you will find your measure in Him, who already gave His measure on the cross and overcame the death of images of this world.
In your essence, you are one, but to yourself no one, a living difference for the whole of the body.
If you multiply it, you divide within yourself until darkness embraces your soul and the spirit guides you through your darkness into the circle of eternal darkness.
If you divide it, you multiply within yourself until light embraces your soul and the spirit guides you through your light into the circle of eternal light.
He took upon himself the cross of the subjective worlds of man and He will be freed of the cross, when the domino effect occurs.
When the last domino covers the first one and turns the flow within itself into its opposite where the subjective no longer exists, but only the flow of tumbling down of all subjectivities and the opposite flow of building up of all objectivities past all opinions and purposes.
Only one thing is needed, dissolution of all subjectivities and the acceptance of all proportions.
Only what is not is a whole in everything and equal to everyone. Thus singular.
But everything that is divided, is a manifestation of its own pulse like soap water rising in thousands of bubbles.
The thinnest division is a non-reflective volume, the black matter, half of its whole, which grows without borders according to the rule of halves.
The second is a ray of the first reflection inside of her, divided into a quarter of its half, and is according to the rule of quarters framed by the constant c, the energy.
And the third division, the reflection of the feedback reflection, is an eighth of its quarter, framed by a membrane, the matter.
If you sum a half, a quarter and an eighth into a whole, this whole is equal to seven eighths of the whole of its own appearance.
And the eighth missing in its appearance is time, the black energy, the spiral creating a notation of free melodies in reverse order, for them to exist beyond the singularity of the whole.
Due to the missing eighth, the entire process is repeated according to the notation of time within the first process. And in order this world of gravities, atoms, and molecules could exist and float like a notation of free harmonical compositions, it moves from the singularity for a dimension of its own dimension.
The process runs for the third time within the harmony of the second process as living nature whose head is the human being – a dimension of a dimension of some dimension, missing an eighth – and the only one who can enter singularity with cognition; like an information that exists through each other as an inverted whole of eight sevens, which brings him back to himself, where all the ways lead.
But everyone to himself is firmly on his feet, without a turning point outside, but above the eternal abyss of its own difference of seven eights within the born whole of the singularity in himself.
With the acceptance of the cross, he remained “the same” and not “the other” lost in the distances of time.
And “the same” is his father, brother, and son. And to “the same” he is a father, a brother and a son here and now as a loft to the swallows, who came home from afar without maps and compasses, because they were led by “the same”.
Only “the others” inside their own casts do not know whence and where the echoes are leading them.
For endless distances are within ourselves and “the same” a bird that flies forever to itself, because it has nowhere else to go. And outside just a world of endless deceptions promising a home.
But “the other” that promises birds a home has abandoned journeys and is leading birds into the abyss as the mother a son if the son becomes her lord, lover, and spouse.
It is not the matter who carries the living spirit, but the living spirit who carries the matter as a mother carries her child.
And if a child rises above his mother, the mother disappears and the child ends up in the abyss of the bottomless eternal paradox. For he deprived himself of his own birth and yet he will exist forever.
This is why He said: “Father, forgive them, for they don’t know what they are doing.” For they are persecuting the living spirit among each other as if they were persecuting their own birth. And yet they are the living spirit to one another after you, Lord.
Through time, Adam was picking the apple from the tree and pulling the herbs of the inner world. And Eve of the catwalks was taking care of cleanliness.
But the Lord is asking: “Man, why are you focused entirely onto what is Mine and have discarded what is yours?” “Will you not only find the darkness, when your light will no longer shine anywhere?”
The Spirit of Truth 