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Now our friend, poetic Ruburt, wrote a poem about the Gods in the Rafters that I enjoyed, although poetry has never been one of my particular joys. And, yet, in one manner of speaking, the very air about you sings with its own joyful consciousness and does not know the same kind of burden of consciousness that often oppresses you. You are so frightened of death, in your terms, that you dare not turn your consciousness off for one second for you fear that if you turn it off, indeed, who will be there to turn it back on again?

Until you are honest with yourself and know yourself and become consciously aware of yourself you cannot honestly relate with others for you project upon them your own fears and your own prejudice, and you cannot afford to help them because you have too many insecurities within yourself. Now, you form the physical reality that you know, individually and en masse, and to change the world that you know you must change your thoughts and to change them you must become consciously aware of what you tell yourself is true every moment of the day for that is your reality, and that is what you project outward.

Now the true feelings do not necessarily imply the violent or aggressive feelings. They also imply the feelings of love and acceptance that are buried beneath your own fears, and those that you are terrified of expressing in physical reality.