When We Give Way To Joy, We

The Imagination, Backed By Great Expectations, Can Bring About Almost Any Reality Within The Range Of Probalities.

Today Is Tomorrow, And Present Is Past. Nothing Exists And Everything Will Last. There Is No Beginning, There Was No End. No Depth To Fall, No Height To Ascend. There Is Only This Moment, This Flicker Of Light That Illuminates Nothing, But Oh! So Bright! For We Are The Spark That Flutters In Space, Consuming An Eternity Of A Moment’s Grace. For Today Is Tomorrow And Present And Past. Nothing Exists And Everything Will Last.

The Basis And Firm Groundwork Of The Material, And Its Primary Contribution, Lies In The Concept That Consciousness Itself Indeed Creates Matter, That Consciousness Is Not Imprisoned By Matter But Forms It, And That Consciousness Is Not Limited Or Bound By Time Or Space; Time And Space In Your Terms Being Necessary Distortions, Or Adopted Conditions, Forming A Strata For Physical Existence.

Each Mental Act Opens Up A New Dimension Of Actuality. In A Manner Of Speaking, Your Slightest Thought Gives Birth To Worlds.

I Will Be Unneeded, And Gladly So, When You Realize That The Vitality And Reinforcement And Joy Are Your Own, And Rise From The Fountain Of Your Own Beings; When You Realize That You Do Not Need Me For Protection, For There Is Nothing You Need Protect Yourself Against.