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Meditation upon the expansive brevity of this moment.


The liminal includes the imagined within the real as we experience sleeping life and the real within the imagined as we experience dream life.
Waking is neither dreaming nor sleeping but what is wakened here is an unremembered universe.
Neither dream nor sleep but an alternate reality altogether.
A collective consciousness. That is entirely liminal without the limitation of coaxial concentricity of imagined dream space and the sleeping reality of time.
Where coincidence is existences’ invitation for catharsis by providing reconciliation. Thus, allowing you to move on from the spacious temporal constraints of unresolved conflict.
It is in essence deliverance from frustration caused by emotional turmoil that craves with great longing for the conclusion of confusion and the restoration of understanding by overcoming the impasse of discord arriving at the destination of agreement with a calm and collected contentment that is satisfied with the outcome; for it has fulfilled the requirements of the souls demands for resolution.
It must meet the requirements as designed by psyche setting the spiritual terms of consciousness that define acceptable losses as gainful education preventing future risk of potential frustration introduced by ignorance.
Fundamentally the principles of the lesson must be learned before a progression of events leading away from loss across the bridge of grief into the realm of acceptance resolves the need for closure concluding the affair of questioning pains purpose.
This is a class in how to be loved without explanation.
The lesson is and always will be that you are loved without restraint of terms and conditions without stipulations of requirement without demand of obligation that requires your constant effort in order to earn a place of belovedness but a quite and humble invitation of obedience and compliance to calmly enter into compassion without complaint.
Compassion is a realm beyond lessons where one teaches while studying for the realm of lessons in love is a mere visage of learning becoming a door into belonging upon entrance ones membership is as teacher where once the invitation to be a pupil inspired entry the opportunity for instruction provides permanence.
You are as always instructing in novel ways by learning a greater expression of the belovedness you already know through increased understanding of existence by encountering it in parallel with your pupils as well as your fellow pedagogues.
IT IS MEANT TO BE FUN AND ENJOYABLE PRODUCING HAPPINESS.
Step Twelve: COMPLETE
Space within time is an imagined monument to the sleeping world.
Universal continuum is a liminal gateway to the waking realm.
Time within space is a real clock to the dreaming world.
THEREFORE PLAY IT LIKE THE GAME "STORY"

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