This is all but a dream, a speck on a page.
Infinite realities all stacked upon one another, each like a ifninitely expanding board going outward in every direction, as you move up and down them in the same spot they change little by little from where you left.
Their is no death truly, birth and death is moving to another page of the book, another board of chess.
With in every drop of water, within every pedal of a flower, their is a infinite of realities just as we are but a speck of a string which makes up a cork which makes up a atom which makes up a cell which makes up a part, which is part of a body.
A book, a story, of ininfite stories and infinite pages, every droplet of ink is a conscious, every page is reality, all realities connected, never ending.
Their is no past, presnet, or future, all is simulatanious, all is is one.
Their is no existance, and no non existance, once you have been shown their is no stopping until you reach "it", untill you reach Him.
The physical body is but a pawn, the hands which move the pawns are pawns them selves to the hands which move them.
Colors, lights, darkness, things beyond physicality, all here and now, infinite realities and infinite stories all now, they move, they live, they speak and they see.
A endless cycle of going from page to page, from board to board.
Cut the strings of fate and destiny, to escape this dream, to reach "it", to reach Him.
All things begin to break when they come near.
All is one, the physical body is but a passing momment, you are reality and reality is you.
All is of the body, the infinite bodies of that body is but a body, as you go further everything begins to fade.
Beyond the void, their is light, this is not the end, go beyond all thought all possibility, your mind and conscious must not limit you, let go of all.
To go beyond all, being called, being led, their is no peace, only in Him is their perfection.
I must go
Originally posted by Board Walker
This is all but a dream, a speck on a page.Infinite realities all stacked upon one another, each like a ifninitely expanding board going outward in every direction, as you move up and down them in the same spot they change little by little from where you left.
Their is no death truly, birth and death is moving to another page of the book, another board of chess.
With in every drop of water, within every pedal of a flower, their is a infinite of realities just as we are but a speck of a string which makes up a cork which makes up a atom which makes up a cell which makes up a part, which is part of a body.
A book, a story, of ininfite stories and infinite pages, every droplet of ink is a conscious, every page is reality, all realities connected, never ending.
Their is no past, presnet, or future, all is simulatanious, all is is one.
Their is no existance, and no non existance, once you have been shown their is no stopping until you reach "it", untill you reach Him.
The physical body is but a pawn, the hands which move the pawns are pawns them selves to the hands which move them.
Colors, lights, darkness, things beyond physicality, all here and now, infinite realities and infinite stories all now, they move, they live, they speak and they see.
A endless cycle of going from page to page, from board to board.
Cut the strings of fate and destiny, to escape this dream, to reach "it", to reach Him.
All things begin to break when they come near.
All is one, the physical body is but a passing momment, you are reality and reality is you.
All is of the body, the infinite bodies of that body is but a body, as you go further everything begins to fade.
Beyond the void, their is light, this is not the end, go beyond all thought all possibility, your mind and conscious must not limit you, let go of all.
To go beyond all, being called, being led, their is no peace, only in Him is their perfection.
I must go
Originally posted by J-Beowulf
The real question is:What is beyond space? What is outside of space as we know it, where space has yet to expand?
Space just raises so many questions, many of them unfathomable. It's actually very fun to talk about. 🙂
Originally posted by BlackC@
The universe it getting bigger, expanding. Eventually it will fall inwards, like a star going supernova.Do you thin this will happen soon?
Will history start all over again?
Maybe our great great great great great great great etc. etc. great grandchildren will decide it is necesarry to produce another universe( and another big bang or something), but first we need to make children who will have children of theyr oun and so on and so forth, so get to it boys and girls, make babyes!
Originally posted by Madman_V3N0M
Maybe our great great great great great great great etc. etc. great grandchildren will decide it is necesarry to produce another universe( and another big bang or something), but first we need to make children who will have children of theyr oun and so on and so forth, so get to it boys and girls, make babyes!
I WILL FIGHT YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH!