Isn't it wonderful to know that I am god, that I possessed his power within me all along.
To create or to destroy. To be rich or be poor. To possess health beyond my wildest dream or that of a sickly girl or boy.
Radiating love with no boundaries.
I can create all that because the power is within me. Caught unaware of this power, I become separate from my authentic self:
The creator, the lover, the adventurous sweet soul possessing a genetically blessed body
Poked and prodded daily by the poisons of logic, perceived bad events, and well meaning others. Soon each poison adopted like a cut killing you, killing me...killed by a thousand cuts.
But how wonderful it is going past all that! Going past what the senses tell you...or tell me. For I am the god of my creation. For what I created I can undo and create again; A world that conforms to my liking
I just need to go within. Go within and feel it real, Until I possess that which I am. Walking from that state, Reacting from that state, Unaffected by the world of Caesar.
Isn't it wonderful! I remember when I became that person, my powerful authentic self.