I am not my body
I am not what I do
I am not what I feel
I am passenger
and pilot
Of this physical frame
In the Chronicles of Amber*
The story is told of a
Superhuman royal family whose members can wander
among infinite parallel worlds
called "shadows"
They achieve this ability by walking "The Pattern",
a labyrinth,
which is the foundation and source
of their true world
This pattern;
What I think of as a matrix,
Is internalized.
All life and reality
Flow from this
foundational structure
Their "Source matrix":
Anything not following this exact pattern
Is but a shadow
Of what is true
To return from Shadow
to Reality
One must focus on the pattern
Drawing closer
Going deeper
Into the heart
of the source
Our source matrix
is Love
Everything not love
Is shadow
Life and energy flow from within
Shining outward, past and through
the external paradigms
Coverings . . . constructs . . . molds
They are illusion.
Temporary
Shadows
Pain does not define me
Fear cannot confine me
Weakness is a deception
I am not my body
I am not what I do
I am not what I feel
Though I can feel what I am
My Source is Love
I am love
My Source is strength and beauty
I am strength and beauty
Though I cannot always see
My beautiful, strong self
I focus on the matrix of Love
I draw closer
Settle ever deeper
Into I Am
I notice pain
I notice my weakness and fear
Sadness and uncertainty
They are tissue paper coverings
Experienced as solid
Confining and obscuring
Self
Focus on Source
Live within Love
Remember
Remember
This will all fall away
Pain will be forgotten
All shadows turned to ash
Joy comes in the morning
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