If it were me | Pine Cone

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We are me-meant to suffer in between
So if suffering we-acceptance were me
Lots of me~poetry would that we be Kind
Would disappear as Light if it were me

Lots of enlightening expressions make their claim
From the core of Light, that never suffers here
We Exist in another dimension within timeless reverie
Where Kind Light has no Karma if, only it were me

Lots of fancy lyrics sing Light’s song of prayer
Kindness knows no place set of wanting Grace
Life isn’t even here, it’s inside Light if it were me
If we were meant to suffer Light was meant to be

How do we explain Light to a Cow’s Bull if it were me
Discuss water with a school of fish if it were drowning
Talk Usury Mortal-motives in between Immortal-Light
Where form Lies about suffering, it weren’t meant for me

Please forgive me for using a well known Mortal tell, like “If It were me”, only to precede lots more Mortal advice, because everything beautiful before this end “If It were Me” forgets to tell, and can’t remember me, just like death is, all there is, without turning within where nothing undead, already dead needs to be said.

“If It were Me” comes at the end of suffering, so there is no more need to suffer more Mortal advice, so when Light wakes me up here again, all I can say is, already dead-end and-dead.

If it were me, and we were meant to be Light, then what would we tell our children if, all the advice in the World is what makes us keep appearing as more Karma children-tell?

Maybe I am the One song of, every bird tweeting If It were Me, If It were Me, If It were Me, instead of what Karma says to children, as “If It were Me”, only precedes another death in-between lots of Light that, never shines for suffering children here.

Is this predation, itself, as if we keep living in the past, giving advice, because we Know the past is, only more future Karma, so If It were me, and we are me-meant to suffer in between Immortal Love Light Life, the If It were me, and we aren’t meant to be separate, then this is where silence best precedes “If It were Me” at the very Light dead-end, and-dead instead.

“SHTF” I say, and as simple as a new child doesn’t kid around with us anymore, Life as Light in-between Karmic-suffering is Immortal Life, and like everything else engendered Evil, the dead have to keep lying to children, because telling the truth would reveal all our deadly motives.

Never fix a car right, if you want to make money; never admit anything here, because Time will tell, and Karma will stop us in our tracks; never surrender to the Light, because Life isn’t here, where the dead bury the dead better; Love-sex like Crazy because Light doesn’t work, as well as having more children howl in our Karmic-haunting dreams; don’t make friends, unless you wanna end up alone and, never stop running away, as If It were Me-we, and all this suffering in-between.

This parallel dimension sounds crazy to me now too, so how “doesn’t” it sound crazy to discuss Living Waters with little Karmic fish drowning in their own denied Karma, so I will rest by the side of the brook where all the ego-castles crumble, and close my eyes enough, to turn on the Light-dimension “If It were Me” and Light-we away, was meant to be Immortal Life in the Spirit of Love~what’s essential is invisible to the Golden Ray Mosaic deep inside-eye.

Love Listening affirming Delight:
Anyone would be crazy to give Light~advice as a Mortal-devotee, to other Mortal-devotees, that remain invested here, so what a laugh it is to, even pretend “If It were me” could intimate anything said wasn’t dead-worth listening to undead-said, already instead?

You are, ever so right to leave this at the end, and let anyone else figure it out for themselves, when the Other Light dimension becomes available for them too, so rest a while, and let silence precede the end-advice, so silence becomes the best advice, after too.

Poet a Muse:
I wish I could have said that, already but what a lark it is to hear my echo in the dark, as if it were me, and we were meant to be Silent Light instead.

Holy Spirit Humor:
Silence is Golden, like you feathered in here, I can imagine…

Uh Huhhh…

Note:
In twenty minutes at 10:00 EST there is a prophecy about two Deep State submarines contriving two nuclear explosions in both big Oceans to send huge tsunamis onto the East and West US coasts. It occurs to me, whether these happen, or not, my post here is to help me allay any sorrow for millions, of souls to leave here, all at once. Me thinks…