How are souls defined? By an earthly life—and if, as i evolve, i reverse the aging process? Eventually, i shift to something similar, merging with 5D. Nothing, from that time, is lost; it’s all packed away, right where i left it. And if we live forever, and i write every day, then every piece is contingent to every other piece, and i retrieve them by going, little by little, in a chosen direction. The directions we take, on the web, as a whole, determine our next event, and the places i go carry weight—since my website lives in an important position.
there are websites within websites, if only a photon apart, and dates, separated, as such, are repeated, with the onset of each cycle. the universe goes on forever, with an infinite number, therefore, of combinations. I use literature then, to take me to another time—to remind me of what happened once, long ago, when we, as souls, lived somewhere else. I am the path, back, to where we’ve been, and the way, forward, to the next event.
it would be nice if i never died—
my body never aged beyond a point,
but, even then, i’d be pressed to confide:
What will happen when He would anoint
me, and, subject to evolving light,
i leave, as others have, this world for good?
but i’ve taken shortcuts to make things right,
in the past, and things happen as they would.
therefore, if i should shift on to the next
frequency, which we, for love, often do,
why should i, of all things, be vexed?
I’m sure to arrive—at peace with You.
But what if i long for children of my own?
I’ll live, then, in the fifth dimension;
someone is always itching to be grown,
moving on to greater permission,
freedom, perhaps, to fall in love again.
They leave a vacuum in their wake,
making room every now and then
for someone, low and behold, to awake.
And if i had a child when i would ascend?
they’ll be with their mother, when they, too,
shall unite, and make way to what they tend—
a life, as a family, in all that we do.