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Imagine...
I have given Hank my writing... dreams and all.
It's all neatly typed out in my special way...
and I was so proud of it...
that I had to share it with someone.
I was very nervous before I gave it to him...
it is like... revealing your conscience.
Hank might just laugh at me... who knows?
On the other hand... he might become upset...
after all... I say a lot about him.
I bared my Soul to him...
anyway... what's done... is done.
I don't know a thing about writing...
and I don't know what it means to be a writer.
What is a writer... and who determines that?
I guess when you write...
and someone reads it... you're a writer.
And whether a million people read it...
or just one or two... the writing is the same.
The approval of the masses... does not determine...
the quality or depth of your writing.
Anyway... I don't really care...
I don't write for a living.
I write because I like it.
Well naturally... if I can share my writing with others...
that would be beautiful... but not essential.
Sometimes I think... that Hank writes as well...
how I know... I don't know... but he feels that way.
He has an aptitude for fooling around with words.
All day... I felt a bit tense...
and I was apprehensive to meet Hank the next day.
And in the evening I thought...
why did you have to show your stuff to Hank?
Why do you need the approval of others?
Are you your own woman?
I could not sleep that night...
and I was restless for a long time.
Finally it was time to get up... and face Hank.
I was jittery as hell.
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As soon as I came around the corner I bumped into Hank.
He was all smiles and bowed to me.
He didn't even greet me... and said...
where did you learn to write like that?
Man... it's awfully good... I'm astounded!
I thought that he was joking...
but he kept insisting that he meant it.
Anyway... I blushed a lot... and I felt self-conscious as hell.
He kept asking me... who taught you how to write?
I said... well Hank...
if I had to be taught how to write...
it wouldn't be a very spontaneous thing... would it now?
My writing would be useless.
I write because I like it...
and I feel that it is my Primal Knack.
It suits my Heart and Mind.
And Hank you know...
he was just beaming Light and Laughter.
He kind of hopped even... now and then...
when we walked to the bus stop.
I felt that Hank was happier than I was...
and he praised me again and again.
Finally I said... well you know Hank...
I do not really do the writing.
For I have a perfect Whisperer.
Yah... he said...
but you have to be a perfect Receiver...
otherwise nothing would happen.
So there... he said... don't sell yourself short!
Your writing is better than you think it is.
Anyway Muranda... I like it a lot.
Your writing is fresh and beautiful.
And you know... what you write about... that is important!
Not the way you do it... or according to what rules.
Life is the Celebration of making your own rules.
You have great ability to put your Inner Voice on Paper.
It's truly beautiful!
In addition to all this...
your writing is teaching you...
that you are not just a Physical Puppet.
You're on Earth to teach yourself that you are God.
To get to know yourself... or Your Self...
is the purpose of living Life.
And if... in the mean time...
someone else learns something from you as well...
that is an extra benefit.
However... you come first!
Naturally... this doesn't mean... that you have to be selfish.
Selfishness is shortsightedness.
First of all...
you have to learn yourself... what's important in Life.
If you do not know that... you cannot help others.
Helping yourself... or bettering yourself...
by having beautiful thoughts is helping others anyway.
For all of us are connected via Consciousness.
And what you think... or find out... is creating.
All this... becomes available to other people...
because you are a Consciousness Transmitter.
You see... Consciousness...
flows into the Hearts and Minds of Man...
like water flows into the Valleys and Deltas of the Earth.
So... moving towards greater Wisdom and Love...
is helping others automatically by your way of Life.
Because Wisdom and Love share themselves.
Truly then... only when you understand... what you are all about...
and what Life is all about... can you help others.
Before that... you're confusing them.
Your writing then... Muranda...
will benefit you... because it introduces you...
to the Inner Wisdom of your Whisperer... as you call it.
Also... it will automatically flow onwards...
into every Consciousness of all Beings in the Universe.
Your Thoughts and Inspirations...
will help Mankind in the entire Universe.
You're on your way Muranda...
you're on your way consciously...
towards the Kingdom of God.
Your True Home or Mansion.
And thank you for giving me your writing...
I am truly delighted to have read it...
and because of that... I feel even closer than before.
I'm so very glad I found you.
You know Muranda...
I think that you and I have been together before...
we could be Cosmic Buddies from way back.
How is one to know?
Anyway... I hope you keep writing...
and I'm looking forward to reading all of it.
It's very beautiful... especially your dreams.
The part about the Space-Beings... is very interesting.
YOUR DREAMS ARE REVELATIONS
These Beings are the Lords or Guardians of the Earth.
It is their responsibility to look after us in secret silence.
Sooner or later though...
they will reveal themselves and join us...
to take care of the Earth... it's high time.
It won't be long now.
They are the Guardians and Teachers of Humanity.
we are their Brothers and Students.
In no way... will they ever let Mankind destroy the Earth.
The Earth is a Planet of Love and Care.
Your dreams are beautiful Muranda...
all Truth is hidden within dreams.
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Hank left the bus... and he waved twice...
then he just stood there... waiting for the bus to leave.
I looked at him through the back window...
with misty eyes.
Yeah... Hank... he is very special.
I remembered getting on the bus this time...
and somehow I felt a patience in Hank.
I know that he's waiting for my answer.
Yes... I love him!
But we both have to wait...
until the answer reveals itself from within.
Life... knows the time.
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The bus is very full... and Hank and I...
are standing very close in the middle of the bus.
I like it.
Hank smells good... manly and sexy.
Every time the bus moves or swings...
we brush against each other...
it almost becomes a game.
To make the brushing not too obvious...
I'm thinking about a question I could ask Hank.
I'm somehow lost for a good one...
and finally I ask...
Hank... do you know any ordinary or dirty stories?
You know... stories...
without God... Soul... or Spirit in them.
Hank looks at me with a wondering grin... and says...
well Muranda... I know all kinds of stories...
clean... dirty... vulgar... and holy ones.
But really... all stories are but stories.
Whether we call them holy... vulgar... or dull...
depends entirely on our conditioning...
or... on our state of screwiness.
Our preference... only means... that we are biased...
and to be biased means... that we are still unbalanced...
and to be unbalanced means... that we are still screwy.
Anyway... here is Hank...
and you know... I think he's right.
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You see Muranda...
there really are no ordinary or dirty stories.
But there are many ordinary and unbalanced people.
And secondly...
there are no stories without God... Soul... or Spirit.
All things... including sounds or words...
are God or Spirit in the first place.
Everything is Spirit...
Everything is Godness...
Everything is the Universe.
So... words or soundwaves...
are nothing but Cosmic Energy in vibration.
This Energy is God.
There is only God or Spirit.
This God or Spirit expresses itself...
just for the Love of Being itself in all Forms.
Including people who like dirty stories.
You see Muranda... we as Human Beings... we as Observers...
see Cosmic Energy as the World of Sticks and Stones.
Our ordinary daily world... and all the Things in it...
are really Patterns of Cosmic Energy vibrating.
As soon as we see these Vibrations...
we give them names...
and say... well... there it is.
A flower... a Rock... a Child... a Planet...
they are all but names... names we came up with.
What we name it however...
does not make it any more real or solid...
or actually exist as we see it.
We see it... yes...
but what we see is not really there.
We see God in Forms... and name it.
It will always be...
what it is in the first place.
Consciousness in certain Forms.
And whatever we see... feel... eat... kiss... or work with...
all of it is God in a Physically Manifested Form.
Giving it names changes nothing.
So you see... Muranda...
whatever kind of story I would tell you...
the underlying Nature of all stories is Good Old Godness.
And as you know...
there are many people who prefer to hear...
only clean stories... or holy scriptures...
as if God's Forms are only clean stuff.
This naturally is Nonsense.
For God is Gold... as well as Shit.
God is Pleasure... as well as Torture...
God is a pretty Girl... as well as her Molester.
There are many people...
who do not like certain words...
well... that's fine with me.
They should realize however...
that God is not only what they like...
God is Everything.
Emotional or Conditioned Attitudes towards God...
is approving only part of... What Is.
This is not very God like...
God is Divine Indifference.
Please remember... that although I am using the word Divine...
I would like to mention here...
that the word Divine in my vocabulary...
is not listed as an emotional term.
The word Divine... to me means... Perfect.
God... or Creation... or the Universe... is... Isness.
Isness... is neither good... nor bad.
Isness... is Neutral!
Anyway... In the whole Universe...
there is but One Thing Present.
That Presence is God... or Consciousness.
And all Things are a Manifestation of this Presence...
in the Form of an Illusion...
or Divine Camouflage.
All Things within...
the Vibrational Spectrum of Matter and Mind...
are...
Spirit... Consciousness... or God...
and all our experiences on Earth... or any other place...
are the Diverse Vibrational Patterns of Consciousness or Godness.
God... or Consciousness... is the only Energy.
Clean as well as Dirty.
The whole of Creation...
is God in a Diversity of Forms...
all Illusive or Camouflaged.
God is the Whole in One... different ways.
Every Atom... Molecule... Cell... or Organ...
is Godness Alive... dancing the Dance of Life.
All of it moves or vibrates...
with its own pattern of vibrations...
posing as independent or self contained Entities...
but all of them are... the One Energy... doing its own Thing.
So Things... Words... or Stories...
are God or Energy disguised in Forms or Realities...
with an Identity or Isness... we call God.
Naturally... all these different Things and Forms...
fool us... because we think...
that they are... Things or Entities in and by Themselves.
Especially... because we have named them all.
Since we are born into a World where all Things have names...
we automatically accept that Things are their Names.
This is not so.
So... you are not your Name...
you are not your Face...
you are not your Address...
you are not what you Eat...
and neither are you what you Wear...
or what you Drive.
You are Cosmic Energy.
You are God... You are Consciousness.
So it is impossible...
to be a Saint... or a Murderer... for you are God.
You only function... as a Saint... or as a Murderer.
All Stories then... Lies... Truths...
Poems... Prayers... or Curses...
are the One Source in different Expressions.
This Source is Divine or Perfect.
So... we are God... and Man... simultaneously.
However... we are not only God... and Man...
we also are... the very Creator of All That Exists.
We as Man... create... with what God is.
Anyway... to come back to what many people...
find acceptable... or not acceptable...
in our daily conversations is based on biased conditioning.
Many people think...
that some things are mundane...
and that others are holy or sacred.
This is Nonsense naturally...
for all things are... of One Divine or Perfect Source.
All Things are God.
The judgement of many people...
is the result of their conditioned or biased Mind.
Biased and conditioned Minds...
are obtained from living in a World...
that is ignorant of the True Nature of Mankind.
Mankind is God... and the Creator.
The World of Man however...
and its illustrious Leaders... are totally blind...
to their own Greatness.
When we are born and raised...
we immediately become biased to Nonsense.
Nonsense of all kinds.
Every Person is poisoned by Nonsense...
before he is capable of thinking.
The only Teaching...
that is worth teaching... is the Teaching that we are God.
At the present... this is not taught by any Religion.
It would make them quite redundant.
In the future however... Muranda...
the Religious Scene is going to change drastically.
Because... we as the Race of Man...
have reached a point in our Evolution...
in which Everybody will understand...
that we are... the Creators of our own Destiny.
We can only begin to understand this...
when we fully utilize...
our Rationality... as well as our Irrationality...
or...
our Intelligence... as well as our Intuition.
We have to become Scientists...
as well as Mystics.
So... God then...
is not some kind of Being... floating in Space.
God is Life. God is Existence. God is Activity.
God is the sweat of our Brow.
God is the pleasure of our Genitals.
God is the Homosexual... and God is the Lesbian.
God is the Intelligence that recognizes that Man is God.
To see that this is so...
is the Progression of the Self.
We are this Self.
It's the only Self there is.
So... God is also all Religions... all Cults...
and all Believers in these Institutions.
Whatever is believed in however... is a different matter...
but all Beliefs are necessary...
because many people... are still too immature...
to think for themselves.
At this period in our Evolution...
this is the State of Affairs of Mankind.
And at all times... Things are exactly as they should be.
The whole of Creation...
is a Huge Being in Evolution.
This Being is Consciousness.
This Being evolves and evolves...
and at the same time...
it witnesses... its own Infinite Becoming.
This evolving Consciousness... is YOU.
For there is but One Consciousness.
This One Consciousness... has many States of Awareness.
We are one of these States... just the way we are.
Everybody then... is God in Learning...
and to awaken to our Greatness... is a Divine Celebration.
The Celebration of Recognition.
The Recognition of the Creator in its Creation.
All worldly conditions... occupations... goals... and troubles...
are necessary roads and detours... on our way to God.
Without exception...
all conditions... roads... and detours are needed...
in order to recognize the God We Are.
Even our own Body-Mind... is a detour... or delay...
in finding Ourselves.
For the Indulgencies of our Mind and Body...
are stumbling blocks... on our self-made Path.
In other words...
our Creations... the Body... the Mind... and the World...
are the very Traps that imprison our Godness.
We are lost Gods... Muranda.
We are Gods... lost in our own Creation.
Slowly... very slowly...
all of us will become aware...
that our Creation is the Illusive Dream of the God We Are.
We as God... dream...
and the Universe is the Manifestation of our Dream.
We dream that we are Man...
living in a World of Imperfections.
WE ARE GOD THE DREAMER.
To quit dreaming... and awaken to our Greatness...
is the Task of all Mankind.
Possibly you might ask... if we are God anyway...
why do we go through all this trouble...
to find out that we are God?
You see Muranda...
The God we are... is an Unconscious God.
To become Conscious of our Unconsciousness...
that's what the Fuss is all about.
And besides...
we as God... have nothing else to do...
but discover ourselves... again and again.
It's the Game we play... it's the Play of God.
So... Muranda... since Life is a Dream...
and since we are God the Creator dreaming it...
we actually have already arrived.
And all that is left to be done...
is to enjoy the Journey of Awakening.
To enjoy the Journey... called Life...
is creating your own Heaven...
to hate it... or reject it... is creating your own Hell.
It's our Choice... we are the Creator.
We create our Reality.
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When Hank finished talking...
I looked around... and here we were...
in the middle of the bridge... not moving an inch.
Hank spoke for the longest time...
and we were still hanging onto the handrail.
I asked Hank how long we'd been here...
and he said... I don't know... but who cares.
Sooner or later we'll arrive... we always do.
I like it here... don't you?
You know Hank... I said...
listening to you is very pleasant.
It is just marvelous.
And by the way... do you know why we are so close?
You know Muranda... he said...
I have a very good idea... but for now...
let's say... that our Souls like each other.
And Souls... you know...
Souls do not count Time or Space.
They are Time and Space.
Souls live with many of the same friends...
life in... life out... just for the hell of it.
Souls live... until they realize God.
Finally the bus started to move...
and we brushed again...
we both enjoyed it... and we laughed about it.
Before I knew it... Hank had to leave...
he gave me an extra little brush... and said...
see you tomorrow Muranda.
Be Good... Be God.
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In the evening... I typed and typed...
there was a lot of whispering.
It all turned out beautifully... and I was pleased.
When I finished my typing...
I read it over twice and fixed the mistakes.
I sure liked it.
I took a shower and thought about Hank...
I went to bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
I dreamed many dreams... for I am God the Dreamer.
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The bus is loaded...
and Hank is awfully close to me.
I like it for it feels good.
Before I know it...
I've put my hand on Hank's arm.
He smiles at me... and says...
Muranda your touch is the touch of God.
Just keep doing it... it heals me.
And then he says... you know Muranda...
when people get older...
they start to shake their heads...
in rhythmic fashion.
The women shake from left to right...
and the men shake up and down.
I don't really know why this is so...
but I think that it has to do with making Love.
For the men I guess... it is still alright...
but the women have had enough.
Do you think that this could be true?
Flabbergasted... and a bit embarrassed... I just smile.
And then I say... who knows Hank... who knows?
The only thing to do is...
is to become old enough to find out.
If I ever reach that age...
and you are still going with this bus...
well... I'll let you know.
Hank grins his grinner and says...
the best guarantee is... Muranda... to have a partner...
young enough to never find out...
whatever the case might be... right?
Somehow... I'm even more embarrassed...
and I do not answer... but smile at him.
And then... for all I'm worth...
I squeeze his arm as hard as I can.
Hank pushes against me...
looks into my eyes and says...
You know Muranda... age or years make no difference.
The only thing that is important... he says...
is the Presence of Harmony...
the Harmony of Souls sharing their Life.
For the rest... nothing counts...
not even gender or anything else.
To find that Harmony and Connectedness of Souls...
is what I have been looking for... for a long time.
And you know Muranda...
I finally found someone...
who gives me this beautiful feeling.
Beautiful You.
To put this feeling into words...
is impossible... for the Nature of it...
is like the Love of God.
It's overwhelming.
Hank looks at me...
and his eyes are running over.
Tears are on his cheeks.
Slowly he says...
what do you feel about the two of us?
I do not answer at first...
my heart is pounding and I start to quiver.
Then I glance up... and through mist and tears...
I see Hank's face... strong and loving.
And then I say... you know Hank... at first...
there was a lot of doubt.
But now... I know that I'm lost...
I'm in love with you... and I know it.
I squeeze his arm... and touch his face...
and while I'm looking up... Hank kisses me softly.
I feel as if God has landed on my lips.
I quiver terribly.
I wipe my tears... and so does Hank...
and then I whisper... Hank I love you... I love you.
Then we just stand there...
sort of pushing and moving closer.
We look at each other...
and our eyes are laughing and crying.
We feel Love!
We kiss again... and I'm lost in Hank.
I feel the movements of the bus...
but I'm not even there.
I just cry a lot... and I know for sure...
that Hank is my man.
I feel elated... and full of Grace.
LOVE IS GOD IN ACTION.
I feel it pulsing.
The rest of the bus trip...
we did not speak at all.
We were too full of each other...
and I felt as if I had come Home.
There was nothing else to do...
but to enjoy the moment by holding each other.
To hold onto Hank... what a Feeling.
When we came to Hank's stop...
he kissed me again and got off the bus.
He just stood there... waiting.
The bus took off...
and he waved with both arms.
Then he wiped his tears again.
He was beyond himself... and so was I.
The day was the longest ever...
and in the clinic I moved like in a dream.
I walked a mile off the floor...
and I smiled like an idiot.
Sometimes I even laughed.
I told my favourite doctor...
and I could feel his happiness.
He smiled lovingly... and said...
Muranda... I'm so happy for you...
and I hope that you've found what you deserve.
Love is Beautiful...
and it always will be!
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At night... Hank phoned...
we talked a long time...
and all of it was too good to be true.
Hank said... you know Muranda...
let's take it easy with our relationship.
We have the Beauty of God in our Hearts...
and let's keep it there forever.
I think that Hank is a Pearl from Heaven...
like his son Michael was.
Hank is Beautiful.
And I love him.
Why did I wait so long to tell him?
Yes... I've loved Hank for a long time...
but you know... I am cautious and thoughtful.
I didn't want to surrender until I was absolutely sure...
I didn't want to get hurt again.
What I feel for Hank...
is from deep within.
It's from a Place... I call my Soul.
I went to bed... but couldn't sleep...
and I hopped out of bed several times.
I tried to read... but nothing helped...
eventually... I must have dozed off.
Later on... I woke up...
I had been dreaming again.
Dreams are crazy... anything can happen in them.
This time I had been dreaming about a brother...
the funny thing is... I never had a brother.
Anyway... my brother was a little guy...
who was adopted as a baby by my parents.
And I was somewhat older.
He's a cute little guy...
but sometimes he acts like a brat.
He teases me a lot.
He takes my books... and writes in them...
they are full of scribbles and funny lines.
I scold him... and there he goes... crying.
Then... all of a sudden... he turns around...
spits at me... and his spit... lands on one of my books.
Somehow... my books catch fire...
and he keeps spitting at them.
Yah... he says... your books are hot.
That's why I spit on them!
I turn around...
and my little brother has become Hank.
And Hank tells me... that my books are but words.
Words are useless... he says.
Besides... he adds... someday we'll write better ones.
I look at Hank... and ask... who are you?
I was talking to my brother...
and now you butt in.
My brother spits on my books.
Hank tells me not to worry about who he is...
for he has always been Hank Freeborn.
Instead... he says... ask yourself...
who am I this time around... and how come?
You... he says...
you are not yourself anymore.
I tell him... that he speaks in riddles...
and that I am the dreamer of this dream.
I determine who is who... and what is what.
Well... he says... I agree...
however... you can only dream properly...
when you know who you are...
and you don't!
And for Pete's sake... he says...
don't you worry about a little spit on your books.
It will dry up before you know it...
and it will make a very mysterious pattern.
You might like a pattern on your books...
it will help you to remember your brother.
I tell him to look behind him...
for there is a crowd of people shouting at him.
Apparently... you have been making ridiculous claims again...
about the Greatness of your Beingness.
Well... Hank says... so what...
they have been shouting...
for at least a thousand years.
I can't help them much... he says...
for in this Universe...
you have to help yourself first.
Well Hank... I say...
your attitude is not very Christian...
and your behaviour is beyond any description.
Shame on you.
Muranda... he answers...
you don't understand... you don't understand at all.
Because in order to help others...
you have to know what is what.
And I still don't.
Only when you are Crystal Clear... Hank says...
are you able to help others.
And I... Muranda... I am not Crystal Clear as yet.
I am still quite fuzzy... and bound.
Bound to the Wheel of Life that is.
I am far from wise...
for I still reincarnate a lot.
And so do you... dreamer.
And as far as Christian Behaviour is concerned...
you are not wise enough...
to have a valuable opinion about it.
Christianity has never been tried.
You got it mixed up with... Churchianity.
Churchianity is the Psychological Fulfillment...
of Socially Aware Immature Human Minds...
in need of Entertainment in the Form of Horror Stories.
Some people call it... the Pollution of the Innocent.
Anyway... Hank says...
you tell your real Self...
that only people who know Who they are...
are able to help others.
You see Muranda...
since I know that I am not Crystal Clear...
I also know... that I don't know enough...
to be of much assistance to other people.
In this World however...
lots of people think...
that they are wise enough... to help others.
And you know... he says...
that's why the world is in such a mess.
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