I couldn’t stop staring at the Homeless Man. Staring at all the versions and phases of me. It was so intriguing and quite beautiful to see a mirror version of me changing in seconds. Depending where he stood in the light, he would reveal a certain age and time of me.
“The name I’ve given you is Homeless Man, which intuitively I was not too far off. You have no beginning and no end – you are timeless – you are a home within yourself but at the same time it looks like you don’t have a home as I’ve come to understand what a home is. A building with at-least four walls, running water, sewage system, heating system, rooms, beds and etc.” I said
“Your intuition has guided your fairly close,” he said.
“Just like you have access to the creative well and all the creative masters that have and will exist – you have access to all the versions and phases of you. Without realizing it, subconsciously you’ve called me to be of aid to you and your situation at this moment in time.” He calmly explained
“And I saw that, thank you. I saw you take my brother from the Voice’s grasp,” I said excitingly.
“Actually, your brother chose to stay behind,” he said looking at me emotionless, then he continued, “You have the power to change and morph however you see fit. And if you do this, always do it with a positive intention.”
“But I visualized and aimed to manifest my brother and I together again, happily – isn’t that positive?” I interrupted
“It is, for you but not for him. He needs to decide and choose what he wants in life. If you were to choose for him – what you feel is the best thing for him then you would be no different from the Voice. You too would be robbing your brother from his own decision. He will learn and understand at his rhythm and pace,” the Homeless Man firmly stated.
“So what now then? I can’t leave my brother behind knowing that the Voice is going to use him as an instrument of negativity,” I asked and exclaimed.
At this point the Homeless Man was in complete light and the ancient me spoke, he said, “Put on God’s Armor – You’re going to war.”
∞
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“The name I’ve given you is Homeless Man, which intuitively I was not too far off. You have no beginning and no end – you are timeless – you are a home within yourself but at the same time it looks like you don’t have a home as I’ve come to understand what a home is. A building with at-least four walls, running water, sewage system, heating system, rooms, beds and etc.” I said
“Your intuition has guided your fairly close,” he said.
“Just like you have access to the creative well and all the creative masters that have and will exist – you have access to all the versions and phases of you. Without realizing it, subconsciously you’ve called me to be of aid to you and your situation at this moment in time.” He calmly explained
“And I saw that, thank you. I saw you take my brother from the Voice’s grasp,” I said excitingly.
“Actually, your brother chose to stay behind,” he said looking at me emotionless, then he continued, “You have the power to change and morph however you see fit. And if you do this, always do it with a positive intention.”
“But I visualized and aimed to manifest my brother and I together again, happily – isn’t that positive?” I interrupted
“It is, for you but not for him. He needs to decide and choose what he wants in life. If you were to choose for him – what you feel is the best thing for him then you would be no different from the Voice. You too would be robbing your brother from his own decision. He will learn and understand at his rhythm and pace,” the Homeless Man firmly stated.
“So what now then? I can’t leave my brother behind knowing that the Voice is going to use him as an instrument of negativity,” I asked and exclaimed.
At this point the Homeless Man was in complete light and the ancient me spoke, he said, “Put on God’s Armor – You’re going to war.”
∞
Page 27
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