Short writing on Reality – written by Florence Mary, March 18, 1998

Webmasters note : This particular writing has been a treat to transcribe. It starts out as an automatic writing yet it takes a while for the sentences to form. The style of writing in this writing began as childish gibberish scribble bouncing from line to line and in between. Very hard to extract meaning from but if one keeps at it, cognitive sentences begin to manifest, all is not lost. This is Florence Mary waiting on the will of heaven. Sheer persistence and tenacity on her part, to push spirit for answers, yet always lovingly. Sometimes I chuckle because when we were first looked at these writings we laughed and laughed and scratched our heads at the prospect of decoding some of these. This is one of those. You almost need a work crew of sleuths to unbind the sentences from an automatic writing like this.

The prospect of fulfilled manifest destiny takes some on many necessary journeys in physical life. Understanding ones need to prosper in human effort is not the ultimate growth for human life or existence. 

To hear the music of the soul and the counterpoint, harmony in Spirit, to understand that individual notes make up a work of music but that it is separate notes, chords, harmonies, voices and instruments unite into one work which is whole and complete and cannot be broken down to just one aspect of that whole. So to are you. You may be both the note and the symphony. While one note cannot make a symphony in physical terms, each one of you is a complete note, movement, instrument, etc, that forms the single unified force of music itself. When we tell you that the comfort of the metaphor must be left behind in order to experience non-separation, we are asking you to see yourself in all music or all sound, vibration, colour movement and energy.

The physical world seems to be a collection of disassociated physical forms that make up a collective of reality. But we tell you that the smallest particle in that reality contains the whole within. Each box or particle that you open contains another and another until physical amplified sight is no longer able to see but only theorize the make up of living reality.




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52 year old artist (Obelious Arts & Photography), outdoorsman, nature lover, spirit lover and one of Florence Mary's closest friends. Currently existing in Nelson BC, Canada.

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