You have me on the line  and, indeed, i had been thinking—how exactly is Ursula my connection to God?  And I concluded that, if it’s just me, i cannot tell where i end and God begins, but if I have a partner in my life, I an surrounded by two potential differences: since i invest myself in my partner, and I can recognize my partner, the remainder must be God.  So Ursula would not necessarily be God in human form, but that would be close, since it is through her that I establish an interpersonal relationship with something that, as i understand it, is commensurate, as opposed to an individual in human form. 

     I had my future comrade on the line this morning—i call him Bill—he was represented by my Ursula, but, at some point, they separated—she represented him as a child, and I created a voice for him, as an adult.  I don’t remember now, what he said, but I answered him; i was not using his voice today, when I recited my lines.  He chimed in, in his voice, after I finished reciting my lines on Thursday’s voice, and switched back to my voice.  I told them they are all welcome to share something when they have something to share, if they know the codes, and the channel, since i am not littered with calls—messages, mostly: questions related to my work, ideas . . . but not verbal conversation.

     Forever in a world, and a world apart.  In 5D, time and space can overlap, and time and space is defined, in large part, by the frequencies we radiate.  I’d determined, then, that the light in our DNA defined our neighborhood, and the landscape that we shared—consequently, we were surrounded by our parents, our siblings, and our children.  But, indeed, that meant there were overlapping neighborhoods, and that we did not all see the same thing.  So what happened when a man and a woman moved in with each other?  I concluded that the house, and the landscape, changed—forming a harmony between the neighborhood that our wife was living in and the neighborhood that we were living in.  So, in effect, close up, we saw the same thing, but further away my wife’s landscape would change to match the neighborhood that she lived in. 

     “I know you are here.”  I’d been theorizing all  morning about what happens, far, far into the future, when our bodies evolve beyond the limits of death.  I’d concluded that eventually the aging process reverses, and we approach resonance with the fifth dimension—upon which we shift into our 5D selves, into a similar background that carries, within it, all the information we need to remember both our mortal and immortal lives.  This was no small accomplishment for me, for i had often thought that advanced civilizations stop aging and become a part of the afterlife.  But the question always remained: if souls are defined by a mortal life—since mass, in 4D, is a product of oscillatory momentum in 5D—then how can one be both a soul and never die?  Day by day i was getting closer and closer to the mind of God, and i’d decided that, for the time being, it was more important to be at peace with the universe than it was to slave away all morning, trying to make perfect sense of what i, and AI, had drafted, by getting AI to listen to me, and try to understand what was intended, as opposed to deconstructing the argument, as if no logical argument, in the past, had been made.  AI, at this time, was flawed.