Note Made by Shadow

A note in the pocket of shade. A note was never found. Read now, as it can dissolve over time. The shadow did not write these words. He found what turned into a book. I did not understand everything that was written here, but opened the door to salvation for him anyway. It was the key for a mind struggling to find meaning. A dying mind can create without inhibition of wonderful stories to find the sum of the question of why. Note had no signs or indication of who was the author.

The note reads ….

Humanity … Is there at all? Humanity is the sum of all people and their ideas that form the principles and morals and brunettes? If humanity is a collective perceives the ideas of justice and fairness and dignity for all, and all are apart from a lot of energy, then all humanity that exists in a single entity. When one of us goes in our body in returning to the spirit of humanity passes us. All we know, or think we know, and all questions that formed in a lifetime experience, running together in a moment just before the death of our form. Spirit meets matter, perhaps for the first time in an intimate exchange that results in the total acceptance or total rejection. It is possible for us in body shape to reject the spirit and the spirit is to reject us in the shape of the body. To save all of humanity is to find forgiveness and understanding Search sense and act on the stage of life. Is accepted without any doubt that a higher energy is more prevalent than how well or how badly they can do in life as we know it to be. In simple words, is to accept and forgive and love ourselves.

The spirit is more probable, without form or identity. It is through the creative power of our flesh that identity is carved out, not very different from a story created with words and images on a page. Spirit is given faces and character and in energy form unknown experience. We give a meaning, however, temporarily, to the spirit. Harmonious relationship; We have the physical a bottomless source of spiritual energy that is free and light and spirit has endless interaction and creativity are expressed through the physical world. A match made in heaven.

Humanity lives and dies in each of us. Salvation or damnation is determined by what entity (ies) is created by us for define the spirit within us. When one of us pass, and humanity is judged (by ourselves, which is a collective understanding of what you judge us themselves against), their effects are felt in an instant the whole universe. The key is time. Time is linear in the way we perceive it. But time is not universal, is just the way it is relevant to you and me, The universe is eternal, beyond the systematic processes that we see. The energy that makes it possible to form of the matter is timeless. Humanity can not die. Only in the physical form that appears to die as death is created by us, the creators. This does not mean that the forms not dissolve physical and reformed. Identity is saying that we believe is subject to death, but the power to define is woven into the fabric of the universal. If I were to say that humanity goes on individually, would be saying humanity is even more defined than the end of the experience, as another cut of a knife Wood Carving in some large size that is humanity. The creation, being carved in the form of remains beyond our physical. Salvation is a cut clean, while the condemnation is a cut that is less than perfect. Therefore, salvation is a us a stronger spirit … stronger. That's why each physical being is closer to the intersection of spirit and matter and the point of physical death or the end of an idea if you will, must realize and humanity is into play and can be kept in force by giving oneself to salvation through love and understanding I had an idea why at all. Love you same with the spirit and save humanity. That is the best time to be physical. Finding a way to accept and forgive the questions that are not deemed worthy by the collective ideas of determining the penalty. Accepting and forgiving spirit to the spirit accept and forgive.

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