2010-06-13 1st Journal, Mayan day 5 Flint ♥ TRANSCRIPT: Intro: My heart is yet again heavy within. I know not fully why. Oh, in Higher Self no doubt I full well know, but not consciously. So be it; I am content. It is what it is, and I like that. I accept “I don’t know,” calling it friend, for it is. I don’t know. So, rather than know it - which is only to know about it, after all - I shall experience it and BE it. That is much better. After that I’ll know all, but with a difference - it’s from the inside I’ll know, and that is vastly different. Not containable in these words, or in any. No, words are our friends; they are useful yet awhile, while we remain in 3D. Our time here’s just about done, you know. Get ready to say good-bye, adieu, sayonara to words. They’ve been kind as they could, but they cannot help but represent linearity - thus limitation. For words must follow one another, one at a time - polite they must be, to let each other pass, orderly. While we don’t recognize it, now, soon we will that this is a sad state we’ve been reduced to, my friends, family. This is to be stripped down to two DNA strands, double helix. It is sad, in its way, yet glad, for all that. I refuse to surrender this: everything brings blessing, barring NONE. Yes, even this. For there’s nothing any dark force can dream up, enforce, that will dim our bright stars - the Light of our hearts, my dear friends. This cannot be done, lest we let it, allow - what cannot be taken can be given. What say you? You need not surrender your joy, you know - or maybe you don’t. Well, if that’s so, then it’s time to remember, friend. Let memory come back to you... Distributed by Tubemogul.