Launch Into the Deep, for your imagination is you yourself, and the world as your imagination sees it in the real world. When you attain control of the internal direction, you will know longer stand in shallow water, yet will launch out into deep of life. You will walk thinking in the assumption for the wish being fulfilled, as on a foundation more solid even then earth. hear knowing Your imagination is you yourself not a tool, not a side chamber the living lens through which your world appears. As imagination shapes, so thy world reflects. Not by force, yet by thought thinking direction. When I guide the inner current, when I choose the tone beneath the thought, I no longer stand in shallow water testing, doubting, hesitating. I launch into the deep. I walk in assumption as one being already fulfilling not pretending, not hoping yet resting in whole great completion. This ground beneath me feels more solid than earth,...
To think is to create. I create with Light . for Nothing is which is not Light. I think idea . Light registering My idea in the two sexing lights making love My baby, into form is born thy image My thinking. Form hath now existence, sow have My imaginings. These exist not, for they are not Me. I alone existing, I, the ALL . I create my imaginal embodying inbreathing, My pulsing universe Me. My universe is My image yet My image is not Me. All things are My image, yet they are not thee, even though I am in them and they in Me perfectly made. To think I create is me to be You seeing I shape Light, for all that appears brilliant you know. Idea stirs, Light answers, registering thought through mirroring currents, in two form arrives an image born of my imagining. Forms now seem to exist to kiss, as imaginings seem to stand, run jump up around and upon my land yet they remain reflections, signs along the way, being thy source itself. Creation breathes thro...
May these words impress the air, For my picture dream thinking before eyes appear. Here I rest and dwell, Enjoying one of my many mansions. I saw myself seeing me, living high above the sea. Touching the tip of the trees my toes, As I run upon the clouds bouncing like on pillows. What an image conjuring mind brings in view, Me successful lee, loving you. May these words dance upon the air, A tickling thought, a visioning here. A mansion grand, a view so wide, Where dreams in love provide. I see myself in golden hue, Living high, the promise true. My picturing dream, you being free, Success full light loving me. Bouncing softly upon the clouds, Art Baby Blue, happy and proud.
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