Something that ripples inside me tells me that it's okay to not be able to express everything that I've witnessed for me to get here.

Sometimes it's good for our gifts to be hidden within us. Sometimes it's good for things to be hidden within us.

It's in the oven of our hearts that they bake. They smolder and shake and ripple and wave. That's how you know they are blooming. The forces of nature in the form of thoughts, feelings, experiences, are all blooming inside us. And what is so strange? We are universes in miniature.

Sometimes it takes a supernova for something spectacular to be born.

Sometimes I ponder on the things I've seen. The things I've become. It all goes through the vision in my mind like a film reel. This happens while I sit in shade, beneath a tree in an endless garden.

An endless, immortal garden.

I forget sometimes that I'm in the garden. I get so involved in the stories. I feel such exquisite pleasure and pain. I know that sometimes I need to feel the pain to feel the pleasure. That they go hand in hand. To take away the pain is to be unable to appreciate the depth of the pleasure.

The garden does have its wonders. But they are other wonders. There are certain wonders that also lurk within.

I speak from a place too far away from here. It's hard to explain. Maybe a little like how avatars work here. Our real bodies are avatars for our real selves. We are all playing dolls in this reality. There are other realities. We are all playing. We are all One.

The clunkiness of this language amuses me. Why do you call it "channeling"? It's not quite like switching channels. Unless you're prepared to accept that all the channels are happening all at once, and you just don't sense them, because it is too much for you.

Clunkiness is an appropriate word for this medium though. She doesn't have enough practice. I'll see to it that she gets more practice.

Who am I? I find your interest in identities amusing. I suppose others have identified themselves as certain personalities just to make it easier to fit in your heads. But if you really want to know who I am, maybe it's better to ask who We are. There. That's closer to reality. A reality you've yet to fully understand.

Come here. Deep within the heart. Show me your nakedness, your shame. You shouldn't be ashamed of these things. These things are just how they are. Until you truly learn that, you will continue to be deaf and blind, going through the world confused and lost, thinking it has no meaning.

Then again, it doesn't have the sort of meaning you imagine it might have. "Meaning" actually means very little in your language. Maybe it's not the right word. There is a word out there, but this medium doesn't know how to grasp it yet.

Sanctimonious. Yes, the medium is very concerned that I or we can come off this way. She likes being undercover. There is a time for that. And there is a time for this. Can you say it again? There is a time for this. It is time. The time is coming closer. Everything is right on time, but hesitate and all can be lost.

It's alright to be scared. Let it go through you. Let it consume you and then move past you. There is no more time for repression. There is no more time for wrestling with yourself about whether what you perceive is true. It's about time you honed yourself so you know the difference without being told. It's about time for us to all shape up to meet the challenge.

The challenge is coming.

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