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Then who and where is our tribal chief?
You guessed correctly. That Chief is one with unfailing concept of absolute truth, without whom there will be no progress in business, personal destiny, societal awareness, let alone any heavenly thing. He’s standing by, has never left (Omnipresence), and joins in where progress is sought and desired; meaning, where individuals recognize that heaven and earth are in fact ONE, and that there really is only One tree, tree of life, while tree of knowledge of good and evil was needed for transfigural purposes from automatic perfection to conscious awareness of it.
The most important point I want to make, for timing is right: Without being well-versed in absolute true concept and its enactment, having fun, loving it and enjoying every minute of life, business and all things in-between IS IMPOSSIBLE.
That is reason for an oversensitive population with stress levels close to insanity taking themselves and their ‘studies’ of same old, same old so seriously, increasingly consuming all there is on market as far as supports ‘getting away’…
…from confusion (also turbulence, causing bad weather, for we have dominion over it).
What cuts confusion? The two-edged sword, for it has to slice in pieces torn veil below, as well as above, for us to ‘see’. That sword will appear in sudden, unexpected, earth-moving and flabbergasting thunder, shaking every man-made plan to ground, unless built upon rock, just as it is written. (Not reading instruction manual is not preventing it.)
Since I mentioned ‘basement’, I better relate to its counter-part, spiritual pent-house.
Who would like pent-house? Well, you can have one of innumerable high-seats above city, simply if you begin climbing. The landlord has promised you ownership long before you were generated – no charge. This landlord sticks to His word.
‘There has to be a condition’, you think. No condition. You just have to look up, realize it’s there, then climb. Getting to a certain staircase, you may become breathless and your legs may give in. Some one will hand you crutches, or pull you farther up. When you sit down for pausing, you’ll have company for infusion of new energy. No matter how much effort you put in, you Will definitely be brought higher, to point when a strange power begins carrying you and drops you off ‘up there’, where you belong (Quantum-Leap).
Now, on uppermost floor, you will meet Chief of it all, smiling, gentle voice, familiar touch, you’re home. How do you know? The pent-house is exactly how you needed it, in spite of all your own ideas, it’s customized to your core essence, one you do not even know yet. Joyfully, you occupy your great big level and let your own game of life fulfill your void (fill you full).
This is point when your free life begins to dance from within your confusion. You have a short glimpse back down over railing. What? Serious business rules? Written contracts- under direct supervision of Source? Endless study, trial and error of something so obsolete? To think that you’d just given your last savings for yet another course whose author swore your life would change… If (s)he knew, (s)he would be right up across courtyard on that other top-floor.
The overfilled, rushing and steaming city looks inconsequential from here. Let them do their thing to their own demise. Maybe, you will call down to masses of breathless and lost, despite all their money…. Nay. You have feeling that they, all by themselves, must make that same decision. Investigating basement any longer has become really, really old. It will soon bore next guy to near death.
The following morning, aware that you are finally permitted to BE YOURSELF, and nothing else matters, for your Creator says so, you swing out of bed, as if you have never lived before. You know that nothing you do will hurt you. The world is your sand-box, and all your adventurous games will be Simply BLISSFUL in full flight. And here is best part: All is paid for.
While you are involving all you’ve got up there, in clouds, storm, repeatedly, begins to carry away shrapnel of human ‘civilization’ from gutters of city below…
…until none is left, and no one cares about it. Paradise supersedes. You returned, consciously.
Dr Ina Bliss is the Final Prophet and Interpreter of the Law - Find your Chief’s real face-print at http://www.jesusrealpicture.com.