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in the material world. The world is filled with soul essence
(Im2/Ur1), awareness sensitivity consciousness , the harmonious
pulsation of breath and heart within the individual.
People have enslaved their good sense to the uppity cumulated
arrogance that certain species of the material ele ments in existence
are less important to t he universe than they the mselves, for
instance slime. It is not a practice of nicety to be degrading, but
people whom through compulsory education are taught to think
that way, claim that spiritual essence is absorbed only in a human
being, animals possess a lesser soul essence. The slime makes no
effort to prove its significance it just does what it was cr eated to
do, but people who have no concept of natural harmony in the
universe allow the mselves to crap up the rest of the elements o f
the natural habitat. The good spirit of the human being retains
awareness that the human beast is the least valued in the natura l
food chain, and is created to take advantage thereof only as far as
we replenish it in measure, or become subject to something along
the lines of flooding across the global terrain. In the magnificence
of its humility, the slime such as one -cell creatures may be at the
crowning height on the phylogenetic scale, neither evolution nor
anything else could exist without slime .
Loneliness has driven most of my futile endeavors to achieve a
sense of being appreciated for who I AM by so meone so mewhere
at some time. Alas, most of the now I AM not there; then I AM
here. A purpose behind my recording this information is to be able
to sort out my awareness sensitivity conscious as to what value my
existence may be, what purpose I AM. I await death as a departure
from lost alone loneliness. The existence of a being transforms
into molecular or electromagnetic waves that, whether cannot be
created or destroyed, may transform into other substance on its
journey through eternity. Upon death, we may change into
hydrogen and oxygen particles and spend eternity as a drop o f
water in the vast ocean. My journey, herein, describes my
encounter with detachment of my inde pendent identification. I
hope to achieve a modicum of self -appreciation that overrides the
pain of existence. We train our minds to believe certain phrases
that represent ideals, and repeat the m until they become the
function of existence that controls our relation to the whole o f
creation. We chose not to become part of the physiology that
contains our spirit, not can we restrain its departure into oblivion.
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