“You know how to get home right?” The Second asked.
I nodded and my hands made gestures of confusion.
“It’s very simple,” he said and continued, “If you go out this central door and…”
“I’ll guide him,” the Homeless Man said.
“Are you sure, I can figure it out,” I said feeling relieved inside.
“Just stop the act, you’re talking to me,” the Homeless Man said jokingly as he projected a current image of me.
He knows that when it comes to directions and maps, my mind always goes blank. I usually figure it out and get to my destination but it takes me a little while to get oriented and a couple of wrong turns to take the right one. I don’t know why.
I grabbed my backpack and embraced the Sacred and my father’s soul as I expressed my gratitude and promised to come back with my father.
I followed the Homeless Man out the center door. As we walked forward, I couldn’t avoid looking at the long, smooth and mountainous-like fence barriers on both the right and the left side. At the end of each fence, there was a big foot. I looked back and saw that the door was a woman’s vagina. As I continued to look up, I began to understand that we where inside a woman’s womb. Then I saw her face, we were inside the First. Her eyes were closed and her head faced upward towards the colorful sky. Her arms extended out and her palms also faced the sky. Just like I had seen and experienced her inside the womb, she was exactly the same on the outside.
She has protrusions, facets and elements sticking out of her entire body. Lights create part of her interior and exterior of her skin. There are small orbs of fire that rotate and revolve around her entire being. Her light rays strategically permeated onto the being that floated next to her.
“What is inside also exists on the outside. She thought of her smaller self whom you met inside. Someone is creating her to exist in this outer plane. This outer plane is inside another and another and another,” the Homeless Man said.
“So there are many of versions of ourselves?” I asked in confusion.
“No, you are all one. You have millions and billions of layers to you then there is the countless layers you have with The All,” the Homeless Man said.
“So, the higher self or the other me… is thinking and creating me right now?” I asked.
“Yes, but it is not just you thinking and creating you – it is The All that is thinking and creating you – because you, me and everything is part of The All,” he said.
I nodded and my hands made gestures of confusion.
“It’s very simple,” he said and continued, “If you go out this central door and…”
“I’ll guide him,” the Homeless Man said.
“Are you sure, I can figure it out,” I said feeling relieved inside.
“Just stop the act, you’re talking to me,” the Homeless Man said jokingly as he projected a current image of me.
He knows that when it comes to directions and maps, my mind always goes blank. I usually figure it out and get to my destination but it takes me a little while to get oriented and a couple of wrong turns to take the right one. I don’t know why.
I grabbed my backpack and embraced the Sacred and my father’s soul as I expressed my gratitude and promised to come back with my father.
I followed the Homeless Man out the center door. As we walked forward, I couldn’t avoid looking at the long, smooth and mountainous-like fence barriers on both the right and the left side. At the end of each fence, there was a big foot. I looked back and saw that the door was a woman’s vagina. As I continued to look up, I began to understand that we where inside a woman’s womb. Then I saw her face, we were inside the First. Her eyes were closed and her head faced upward towards the colorful sky. Her arms extended out and her palms also faced the sky. Just like I had seen and experienced her inside the womb, she was exactly the same on the outside.
She has protrusions, facets and elements sticking out of her entire body. Lights create part of her interior and exterior of her skin. There are small orbs of fire that rotate and revolve around her entire being. Her light rays strategically permeated onto the being that floated next to her.
“What is inside also exists on the outside. She thought of her smaller self whom you met inside. Someone is creating her to exist in this outer plane. This outer plane is inside another and another and another,” the Homeless Man said.
“So there are many of versions of ourselves?” I asked in confusion.
“No, you are all one. You have millions and billions of layers to you then there is the countless layers you have with The All,” the Homeless Man said.
“So, the higher self or the other me… is thinking and creating me right now?” I asked.
“Yes, but it is not just you thinking and creating you – it is The All that is thinking and creating you – because you, me and everything is part of The All,” he said.
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