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Some believe consciousness is an illusion. Others believe reality is the illusion. And some see both as they are.

The ancient inner child resides in DNA and is love. Consciousness is a 3D projection of the higher-dimensional self, currently underperforming. Innate is the body's intelligence of instinct, sensory wisdom of the inner child, unable to speak, for now. The corporeal self is but one part, projected into 4D reality, different every life. Another part stands separate for a purpose, protective and watchful but silent, until you ask for guidance. The remainder remains on the other side of the veil; cheering your victories and sharing your pain, the ancient inner child is always watching. The records of all that happens in every life, memories and experience and wisdom, live in the whales and dolphins. They are moments saved in the planet's crystalline grid, echoing horrors but amplifying compassion, replaying details preserved in context. They reside in the cave of creation, hidden safely within the planet, whose magnetic grid, whose matter, and whos...

Truth is strange as fiction. The best parts of fiction are true. Fiction serves as a vehicle for truth. Truth becomes stranger than fiction. But it's also undeniably familiar. Like we've known it all along. The creator in each of us is The Creator. Creativity is divinity.

Love is giving. Receiving is not the opposite of giving. It is the propagation of love. Love is truth. Fiction is not the opposite of truth. It is the hidden message of love. Love is empathy. Apathy is not the opposite of empathy. It is the unknown craving of love. Love is light. Darkness is not the opposite of light. It is the prolonged lack of love.

When a new thought appears, it's a chance to articulate something profound. Do it in writing. Read what you wrote, and if it's not true or can be truer, write it again. Read it from start to end, until it has finished speaking. Read it from different perspectives, until it feels the way you mean it to feel.

There is a problem in our current thought patterns. The problem is not knowledge itself, nor is it belief. The problem is believing in knowledge. Believing in knowledge is faith in finite understanding. Knowledge is a floor under your feet and a ceiling over your head. It enables you to exist in this world, but to exist in this world is to be fundamentally limited. To grow past our current limits, we cannot stand upon, nor hide underneath, knowledge. We must consider knowledge nothing more than belief. Not believing in knowledge is limitlessness.

If you find you don't agree with a single word from someone's mouth, you haven't yet begun to see from that person's perspective. If you find you agree with every single word from someone's mouth, you haven't yet found the edges of that person's perspective. Knowing one truth does not make another untrue, since all truths are actually features or silhouettes of truth.

Every perspective is true, if you know what you're looking at. Every word makes sense, if you know what is meant. You can find y, if you know x. If you know the equation. If you know y, you can find x. If you know the words, you can make sense of the meaning. If you know truth from every perspective, you can find it in everything.

Truth is limitless, but language has limitations. In truthful language, we are as precise as we are able without conveying more detail than we know. Therefore, the amount of detail that can be knowingly conveyed is limited by the speaker's knowledge. However, details from other perspectives merge to redress the limitations. They correct each other, revealing the balance that reveals the truth. If we already have the detail, we don't notice the gaps. We are not led astray by ambiguity. But we are inclined to become oblivious to the many forks and pitfalls in the roads we choose to travel on the way of truth.

The seed begets the tree which yields fruit. The truth begets understanding which yields perspective. Is there more than one truth then? Must we worry about which seed we plant? If the seed is indeed truth, then there is only one seed. The seed leads to fruit, but we must eat the fruit to find the seed within. Fruit does not last long. It is best consumed between ripeness and freshness. A fruit that goes uneaten spoils. Perspectives are temporal. They are best used between comprehension and novelty. A perspective that goes unused invites corruption. The only decision to make is which fruits to eat. Don't eat rotten fruit.

Knowing is the result of experiencing truth directly. The result of deciding against denial. The only acceptable reproduction of truth. Truth that claims to be truth is not truth, but merely a perspective of truth. Truth must be experienced directly. Believing is an act of will, an agreement in the soul. An acceptance of a reproduction of a reproduction of truth. A stepping stone temporarily serving as knowledge. Non-truth that claims to be non-truth is aligned with truth. But non-truth that hides between expressions of truth is the corruption that grows beside truth as a strangling vine. Spirit recognizes truth as one remembers a forgotten fact. It cannot be persuaded against truth as the soul can. Instead, it yearns to free truth from all confusion and deception.

Everything is true from a perspective. Some perspectives are more accurate than others. But perspectives are not truth, and truth is not perspective. Truth is singular. It appears as many truths, which manifest as everything, from matter to love. Its many appearances are received and understood by means of perspective. No perspective is truth. Perspective is like a single ray of light reflecting truth. We may learn more and more of truth by exploring many perspectives, while evaluating their accuracy according to the heart, and holding that no perspective is a perfect image of truth, yet rejecting no perspective entirely, since even the most distorted ray of light is a signal by which to gain information and then understanding. We develop our understanding of truth by painting a picture of truth from the many perspectives we encounter throughout our lives. These images are imperfect and incomplete, but while our eyes are open, we improve them as long as we curate them with care...