Peculiar People ~ Chosen

Published March 12, 2017 by tindertender

Her mind is opening, she notices things she did not notice before.

Infinite faith in her purpose, known subconsciously, barely perceptible to her awakened mind, she moves forward. She trusts that her every move is orchestrated to align with what the end result must be.

Things once scary don’t seem so scary anymore. The mind is capable of amazing acclimation. Given time, she knows things change … they always have.

Love ~ it is a wonderful gift. Every moment it is experienced brings one into further awareness of the possibilities for the world. When consciously expanded, that feeling generated … within the mind, to outside the body … heals emotional pain, perhaps unseen or known, yet there just the same.

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She thinks on the past and recognizes that all of these years she has been watched over, guarded and guided. She remembers her stubborn ways, reacting to life in spontaneous and dangerous patterns, seeming to dare death itself.

She is grateful.

She is amazed at the patience being given her as she works through past trauma. She understands that every bit of it has assisted her in coming to this point. Her ability to connect with those who suffer is more pronounced and gentle, for she knows what it feels like to suffer. She has more patience with those who judge harshly, for she has worn those shoes as well.

Life ~ This journey is an accelerated path for attainment of knowledge.

ac·cel·er·at·ed learn·ing

NOUN

  1. an intensive method of study employing techniques that enable material to be learned in a relatively short time.
  2. a program of learning that allows certain students, especially those more academically able, to progress through school more rapidly than others.

Never the Spirit was born!
The Spirit shall cease to be never!
Never was time it was not,
End and beginning are dreams.
Birthless and deathless remaineth the spirit forever.
Death has not touched it at all,
Dead though the house of it seems.

Nay! but as one layeth
A worn-out robe away.
And taking another sayeth:
This will I wear today,
So putteth by the spirit
Lightly its garment of flesh
And passeth on to inherit
A residence afresh.

Written by Max Heindel

Is Death An Illusion?

1 Peter 2:9 – But ye [are] a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.

If no one else will defend the world, then I must

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