Where do I begin? Perhaps with the most nagging questions in my mind. Why did perpetrators like the Observer (the part of Mother that had held the matrix in place) continually arise? I must be able to find the answer within me.
Suddenly bizarre signs in my environment are in my face. Dozens of people are participating in providing me with multiple messages of cosmic work I have to do or ask Mother about. Is all of life then just a puppet play? Is there only a world of mirrors that will change when I do?
“Yes”… (comes a whispered response)
Perhaps the reason why I cling so desperately to the illusion that the mirrors are real is that I don’t want to admit that in my experience of life (and everybody’s for that matter! I wrote about it in the diary not long ago) there’s only one real being…me! Everything else is not really directly there, or perceived other than as a mirror!
“Yes”… I heard again.
With gritted teeth, if I have to, I will shed this illusion - to make the unreal real, is to betray myself. This will help me live freely, from the heart and see the innocence of all experience. I must and will change my life this day.
"Yes, you've got it."
(4th entry this date)