Within the crystal ball is a mirror of all things. The subconscious is viewed, revealing shattered images that stroll from the past to the future. There is no division; no time. How does this happen? All of our minds flow to the Universe, which is infinite. Information, in an electric current (energy waves) passes continually along. The pictures perceived are visions within your life. Clairvoyants are more sensitive to this than the average person. All humans are born with super-sensory abilities but the aspiration to be aware varies. It requires absolute attention, desire and purpose. The Universe must also be respected. The Higher Self (our true soul) encourages us to find our destiny (our genius, our capabilities).

There is nothing more enlightening than discarding the foolish cloak that has been placed upon you, and sprinting ahead naked, -- finally laughing at your own imprisonment. Unfurl your hand and behold the key. Were you waiting for permission to be free? Begin now to frolic in nature and salute your Higher Self -- see how powerful you are? Like the thundering authority of Zeus, you wonder why you never heard it before. Is this really you?

Who grieves in the world of desolation?… those tired souls, swathed in grey shrouds, sacrificing for other people's dreams, diminishing their own; writhing in a miserable slave-dance, snuffing out the future if it dares to offer them success. How could they see what they were doing to themselves in the name of duty, obligation, and the terror of being themselves? The old saying "down in their spirits" applies here, for allowing your vibrations to slow drastically puts you in a most vulnerable position -- it's easy to manipulate a person who has no value on themselves. Human leeches subsist to pursue your energies, ever on the lookout for willing sacrifices (sleepy doormats).

Within every person is a marvelous intuition that knows when you are happy or if you are unsure. It is the calm voice of eternal invigoration. Listen with the delicacy of a hummingbird. Abandon other people's causes. Begin the trail of that well-worn road to yourself -- everyone must travel it; and travel alone.

Old graveyards and melancholy homes read like cosy books. Characters (energies) play. Other worlds are as real as our one, but often our antennae dim to receiving it. When the senses are heightened one becomes aware of the surroundings. We no longer think of the "I" as physical. Our form enacts our present "performance" then dissolves. "I" is immortal.

There was never a time when our spirit did not exist, and through eons has experienced unfolding. Deep thoughts pierce our dreams from the past. Unknown fears haunt us. We do not know what is happening to us and shrug off the importance of our precious moments. Our eyes fix on survival. Why can't we have it easy? Why can't we win lotto? Why are we forced to plod along in poverty? Why can't we find a relationship that is not full of deceit? Beseech your crystal ball. The answer is: where is your mind? Does it scan the Universe for the Ancient Ones of wisdom? Or does it sniff the earth for morsels?

Emotional chains anchor us to beliefs. We are so right, so definite, and yet secretly wish to escape the bondage to search for ourselves. Do you have the same way of thinking that your great grandparents did? No, you do not, for you see the restrictions there. But they would have said in their day that everything they believed in was solid and never to change. Whatever they were born into was unquestionably "it". This is "clan" thinking and it is from the days when the family group protected members (food, shelter and safety were the foremost occupations of the mind). Higher knowledge and outsiders threatened their security and were thus feared. Tales circulated to frighten the commoners and keep them uneducated.

Aren't all those beliefs that were impressed upon you as a child rather time-dated like fashion itself? What is "in" will be "out" -- yet our short lives are spent fretting over meaningless nonsense while our souls mourn our potential. The clock forever turns, as does the magick circle of life. We are not rubbed out. We must not put ourselves into pens, despising daring spirits who walk on further. Elevate your reasoning -- what is it that your heart wants?

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