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Each of us, a magnificent magnetic field beyond form.  Through this field, an emergence. It is not really a something, or someone or a certain kind of being. It is that of which we refer to as Love or Light, borne; yet depending on how each word is being held close to one, resultant of the differing perceptions.

The word “born” unused but “borne”; as the former has a meaning of something that did not exist and now exist while the latter somehow gives rise to a meaning (at least to me) of something that is already there but expands or extends or radiate. It is a kind of auric field that is beyond words that each word used suddenly makes it different from what it really is – when it is defined, that is.

To use the word emergence too, is limited. For it is like an eminence or a kind of presence that has always been… as said, a magnificent magnetic field that exuberates. And paradoxically, when “it” is being said, there is already a certain sense of separation for it is not “it” but a happening, beyond the concepts of what makes “I”.

In this presence, the functions of reason, justification, meaning continues and depending on the current theme of the mind, there you have it – the delicious storyline conjured. Nevertheless, what the storyline is, remains for what it is – fictitious.

Yes, there can be headaches, backaches, and shoulder aches. There can be house chores to apparently tend to, bills to pay, telephone calls to answer, emails to reply, dinners to attend, kids to care for… and yet somehow, in a certain retreat, surrendered state despite all the “doing” outside, that field is emitting, permeating… somehow.

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