The mind unable to hold, comprehend, express through thought all that the spirit is experiencing and wishes to address in order to self-reflect. Express through words on paper the internal drama, by which the mind can then integrate, unifying the conscious with the unconscious, yet feeling the presence of self that transcends both. The conscious mind is indeed quite unconscious; the unconscious is a perplexed jungle, bombarded field of undigested experiences. The flow of spirit impeded, contaminating itself as it travels through.
The time is near for the spirit to completely fill the body with love light; for light to project through the clear eyes untainted by the fragmented unconsciousness. The heart can breath freely not weighted down by suppressive experiences of past. Freedom from the shackles of the mind being trapped itself within the memories of forgotten time. Reducing valve widened through purification, letting divinity in its entire dimension float through.
No longer a victim of one's own doing, puppeteer by one's own blindness; eyes no longer tainted by the unseen internal yet experienced externally as one's own projected manifestation. How liberating it is to see through your own eyes. How fruitful it is to hear one's own heart sing through the silence. Traveling through the dimensions finding the lost aspects of self, one verse recollecting the lost words to once again sing in harmony with the symphony of life, playing its part, melody undistorted.
Reconstruct the kingdom of heaven within one's own temple, in order to then rebuild Heaven upon the Temple of Earth.
For the creator creates in his own image.
