The Rainbow Grounds manifested here upon the field for our experience and
Spirit descended as the animating force, causing it to live.
The field is all around us.
It is everywhere and everything.
We see it, hear it, feel it, taste it and smell it. Yet, it is not confined nor governed by the
senses. It is all that we do. It is a living entity.
The field was laid long ago. It is the medium, the very substance that we
walk to... Our comings and goings happen upon it. It influences not; yet, all things are experienced
on it. We are alive because of it.
I am me and you are you on the field only. It has rules, yet they are malleable. It is slow and fast, quiet and loud, soft and
hard. It is spiritual, physical,
difficult and easy. It is... to the
athlete, farmer, professional or artist.
Because of it life and death are experiences. Ego lives and eventually dies on the field. Self, our supposed reality is birthed, matures
and finally dissolves here, on the field.
It is a square, the circle within.
The field is our base beginning and our Soul Walk to
perfection. It is perfect in its
function. It is where we define life and
form our secondary rules and values. It
is where we succeed or fail, realizing truth or not.
It is illusion and reality and yet neither of the two. It is equally riches and poverty. It is here to be it all. Yet, it has no physical substance. It exists as the foundation of our earthly
walk.
I Am... on the field. Imagine.
Saga Yashka
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