Denying our Source is like a glove denying the existence of the hand within it. The glove loves itself while all warmth that the glove feels comes from the hand within. The hand already loves the glove. When the glove loves the hand in turn, the two merge. Glove and hand laugh happily with no need for distinction. The Source is sourcing.
I love this. I feel the process taking place and I know beyond thought that I am the Source sourcing. How beautiful to be.
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