the dust that i am



I’ve come to realize over the years that my existence is like a tiny atom/molecule/single celled creature under a microscope; a tiny speck of dust on some distant planet in some distant galaxy, in a possibly distant universe ensconced within another atom filled with universes. And that atom that houses many universes is a single atom within yet a larger omni-verse filled with similar universe carrying atoms. And, even with that notion on the table, it is still not a sure thing. The cosmos are filled with endless possibilities about our existence that we cannot begin to fathom, or even understand. We are the dust of stars, the dust of worlds created, powerful, but small, wandering around trying to grasp why we are here, when in fact, we may never find the answer. We can only hope that at the end of this earthly journey, there really is something waiting for us; something amazing and wonderful, that revelation, Nirvana, something to make our experiences here have meaning and purpose. Something. Anything.

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  1. Perhaps the Father’s House or the Goddess House are those tiny cosmos or comet dust. How else could Jesus say, “In my Father’s House are many Mansions.” How else could a mansion reside inside a house? I ponder these things often. Maybe each comet dust is a seedling with an entire cosmos/galaxy residing within. The comet crashes into a new planet. The spores are released and new life begins.

    Okay I know I’m starting go get really weird now!! LOL!! I think too much for my own good! 🙂

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