Let me put forth the proposition, that you can petition the Lord with prayer
Petition the Lord with prayer. Petition the Lord with prayer.
Wow, that's an echo from the past. Ironically, the only people who would get that are dead now. Or are they?
Let me put forth a related proposition---or I should say related metaphor:
We are all in a vast womb. You can call it Plato's cave if you want. The details are not important. A fish does not realize that she is in an ocean. Or does she?
Where ever this place is--it is filled with echos originating from somewhere, someplace we do not understand. Perhaps in some ways we cannot understand the echos in our current incarnation.
To many the echos make all sorts of connections and synchonicities that make no sense in the warm embrace of the amniotic fluid.
Those among us who are smart and have come up with all sorts of creative ideas about what the echos are. Some say they are spirits, some say Gods, some say aliens.
When we burst out, what will we see?
Everything we had known, seen or felt will be transformed in ways that we could never comprehend until we experienced it. Vast kingdoms of politics, despair and suffering will disappear like so many sandcastles in the tide.
Are you ready for it my dear---can you be ready for it my dear?
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