Letters from 500 – Robert’s Beginnings
This post is a reprint from the Letters from 500 blog that I began in 2010. To bring you all up to speed, my friend Robert Potter authored a book of downloaded information over a period of months. That book was “Letters from 500.” I will let Robert tell you the beginnings so you can join in on his story. My reprinted post follows, with my introduction as I traveled from the West Coast, where we were living at the time, back to New Jersey for a photography client.
“Thunderous waves crashed up the slope just a few yards away. But I was relaxed, sitting on a beautiful, isolated beach on the Virginia shore; I let my mind drift. The ocean carried it away and left me feeling empty, but fine. Then something subtle dropped in out of the breeze. Who knows, really, where inspiration comes from—probably not a place at all. Poets make guesses about such things. For me, it’s the Muses. You know, the nine Muses of Greek mythology, lead by Apollo, oracle-poet sun god. I often ask for help from them, particularly Calliope and Clio.
Inspiration comes glancingly, in a subtle image or turn of phrase at the edge of thinking. Most people don’t even notice when it flashes by. The poem that opens this book began that way for me, except that I noticed. In retrospect it was all about priming the pump. But I had no idea at the time. The verses just flowed out, intact, onto the paper.
I finished writing, just as my old friend and fellow-traveler arrived. Michael Linde lumbered up the beach, out of the jostling waves, and stood dripping Atlantic Ocean in front of me. Michael is a man with a large frame, and a skepticism to match. Now and then, when I’m feeling brave, I test my poetry on him. So, I ventured to read the lines aloud, shouting above the din of surf.
Reading poetry out loud brings life to it. Michael listened, but didn’t say a word. He nodded thoughtfully and turned back to the breakers. I stared after him until he was just a dark speck in the foam. I continued staring into the beauty of the ocean. Pelicans glided, single-file, low across the sky. Gulls and sandpipers raised a haunting chorus around me. The wind made brush strokes over my skin. The poem, I sensed, had given me a fresh way of appreciating this moment.
After a respectful pause, I picked up my journal again, feeling some other inspiration flirting nearby. It might have been another poem. But no, it was just a straightforward question. It simply popped out of the void, into my thoughts: ‘What if you got a letter from 500 years in the future?’ I wrote that down, and waited. I didn’t judge it as a silly question—though I might have done. I just let it be.
Slowly, the question began to stir, and call up some kind of presence from down below. I watched myself then start to write about impressions that seemed to come right out of the question itself—in a voice that wasn’t my own. It was as though someone were talking to me, with my own words. More questions came: What if right now, this year, were the year zero for some future civilization? What if that future world could talk to ours, about the times we’re living in now?
Many prophets and teachers, of course, have been saying we’re on the threshold of a transformation in consciousness—a worldwide, human sea change. If that is true, just what is it that’s coming? What will the world be like after the change—that is, if we survive? Who will the people be? If we could hear them, what would they want to say to us? Could I imagine a believable conversation between our ages? All this wondering began to build up inside me.
There was nothing for it but to start writing. Soon, I found myself scribbling furiously to keep up with the dictation that was coming. I expected to fill a page maybe, then sit back and watch the ocean some more. After all, I was here to relax, and space out. Hmm … so much for expectations. After two hours, I had written over a dozen pages in my journal. I was exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. I rose, looked around, and staggered off the beach, spaced out indeed.
Next morning I set out for a cup of coffee. No sooner had I put my cup down on a sidewalk table, than the impressions started flowing again. It was the same rush as yesterday. Now it had become an actual conversation. I was able to ask questions and receive replies. Excitement and skepticism both, battled for my attention. At times, I wanted to challenge the whole notion of what was happening. If this was going to be a real dialogue, then I was determined to ask some very hard questions. I had no idea what kind of answers I might get in return.
To my astonishment, quite believable responses came back. Issues that had bothered me for years were being taken on casually, but seriously, by this internal voice from far away. It was talking to me like a teacher and a wise friend. This had become much more than what I originally thought. And beyond that, I had the distinct sensation that this was only the beginning.
After a week, I called my friend, Judy Welder, and told her what was happening. She immediately wanted to read the Letters. I sent her a few pages. She read them and demanded more—all of them. She was almost more excited than I was, and without the skepticism. She even started suggesting questions for me to ask. My first reaction to that was resistance, but I finally decided to try. I was genuinely surprised by the answers we got. In the end, Judy’s questions nudged the whole story in their own, new direction—as in meeting up with homo angelicus. There was something going on here, much bigger than me.
That Fall, I was traveling again. At 4 am, in a hotel room, I woke suddenly out of a sound sleep. Ideas for the Letters were crowding into my mind; they wouldn’t leave me alone. I jumped out of bed and grabbed my laptop. In the space of one hour, I transcribed what is now Letter Eight—one that touches me deeply.
I want to clearly state for the record, perhaps to my chagrin, that I had no plan as I wrote any of this book. Every new letter was a complete surprise to me. At the start of each one I would have a kind of empty feeling, like I was a blank canvas. In fact, it often felt like there would be nothing to write this particular morning. My mind was quick to supply worries about that. Perhaps, it reasoned, the whole effort was fizzling out, and was about to leave me with nothing but a pile of disconnected ruminations. But then the pen would pick me up and start off again.
To be sure, it was a lot of fun, once things got rolling. On top of that, I was actually learning from the transmissions. There were many messages that made me sit up and exclaim in amazement. I looked forward eagerly to each new day. What on earth would we talk about next? It was always a delight when I found out. As time went on, my confidence grew. I was beginning to feel destiny in these pages. They had a life of their own, and I couldn’t tell where that life might be leading.
Another feeling was at work as well—a sensation at the deepest levels of physicality. When I trace the source of these messages, it leads down within myself, down below the level of senses, to the very core. What is that core? It seems to be a subatomic portal, if you will—whatever that is. There’s a life force and sensibility down there in that tininess. I’m sure it’s within everyone, and in every bit of matter. It vibrates to the rhythm of the universal Life. I could feel it shaking me sometimes, deep down, when the messages came through. That deepest level of sensation seems to be like a carrier wave for the infusion of inspiration. I think this is what it means to ‘read between the lines’, or ‘intuitively feel’ the space around thoughts—and most importantly, what it means to appreciate.
My interpretation of how these messages came through, may sound strange. Nevertheless, I feel they used this system of microscopic portals, within every atom of my body, of anyone’s body. I’m thinking that any reader of this material can learn how to resonate at that level of universal sensation, and pick up inspiration and guidance. In fact, that is probably a much clearer way to understand than by reading the words.
Five months to the day after my first journal entries, I typed the last line of the last letter—New Year’s Day, 2009. I was stunned when it all stopped. This had been a daily, and nightly, practice for all those five months. I had become totally absorbed in it, maybe obsessed. What would I be like without the daily intercourse with my new, invisible friends?
Fortunately, I had something to occupy my time. Months before, I had made plans to stay in France for six weeks. On January 9th I flew to Nice. The manuscript came with me, of course. In a sense it was complete at this point, but still very much raw footage. So began the tedious editing process. To be truthful, it was a joy to reread it. I became my own spellbound audience much of the time. I was happy to have such a good traveling companion.
During the course of writing and editing, I continued traveling a lot. The manuscript-on-laptop accompanied me to Niger, West Africa for three weeks during filming for a documentary I’m co-producing. As mentioned, I carried it around Europe, working on it in Nice, Siena, Venice and Paris. Then it flew with me to Seattle twice, and down to North Carolina, across Pennsylvania and Ohio. I mention this because I feel somehow the journeys play a part in maturing the transmission. It was exposed to the energy fields of three continents, five countries and at least seven cities.
Finally, I ended up at Judy’s farm outside of Asheville in May; she had offered to help with the editing. It turns out she’s a lot better editor than I am. Together we tore into the manuscript, and got nearly halfway through before I had to leave. As I was walking out the door, she said, ‘You’ve found an editor. The next thing you need is an agent.’ I shrugged, ‘That’s probably the hardest part! But I’ll be open to the idea.’
A month later, along came an old friend, Stefan Bright, whom I hadn’t seen in years. After a short visit, as he was about to leave, he said something that reminded me of a passage in the Letters. I looked it up quickly and read it to him from the laptop; he raised an eyebrow, and asked if he could have a copy of the manuscript. He took it back to Los Angeles and read the whole thing in a few days. To my surprise, he called back immediately, very animated. He said, ‘This is the kind of information I’ve been searching for all my life. You’ve got to publish it. And soon.’ Instantly Stefan was the agent Judy had urged me to find.
So, where did these Letters come from? I’m certain they did not arise solely from my own thinking. Yes, there was plenty of after-the-fact, left-brain analysis. I have indeed had my way with the text through hundreds of hours of rewording, rearranging and tweaking. This is definitely not a channeled piece! But whatever it is, there is a deeper source involved. I’m very happy about that. Like poetry, if I try to make it up, it falls flat. These Letters, to the contrary, just came to me, through me. I was almost forced to write them. Sure, I wanted to be forced. But resistance would have been futile in any case.
What happens next? I honestly do not know. It’s all beyond me. I haven’t known much about that part of it from the very start, even minute-by-minute. I always did feel, however, there was something happening, downright mystical. As I said, the Letters have their own life energy. Still, I have to wonder.
The story, I know well by now. It’s an allegory about what might happen to consciousness on this planet in the next 500 years. There’s also a personal narrative woven in. It’s a story about people. The Letters give us some perspective on humanity’s current woes, and also on our ultimate destiny. They say that our species’ primary attribute, the ego, was too much for nature to keep supporting. Ego’s fitness for survival, in an over-crowded world, became the final, terminal issue of our evolution. Notwithstanding, I like to think the Letters give us hope. They foretell that humanity’s finest hour is about to arrive.
My heart tells me there’s something very powerful in these pages, a force that will, if given attention, awaken people to their own deepest appreciation. That is my sincere intent. In that light, I’m honored to be a vehicle for the words, and whatever gifts they may bring. Finally now, there is one other possibility. As bizarre as it sounds, the book might actually be Letters from 500.“
Robert Potter,
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, August 2009
Here is an excerpt from Letters from 500:
Chapter Fourteen “Sides of Oneness”
“Sometimes, when I wake up in the middle of the night, I feel very much alone, like there is no God, no spirit, no nothing! It’s just me lying there, totally alone in the universe. I try to reach out to God or some spiritual essence, and I get nothing in response. I have to ask you, because you seem like someone who might have an answer. Why do many of us feel so lost and alone, even after a lifetime of seeking? Why would God, if God even exists, leave us feeling this way, without any direct communication? If God exists, why don’t we know it, constantly? Why don’t we really know when we really need to?”
First of all, God does not exist—not in the way you want him to. I say ‘him’, masculine, to emphasize the non-existent quality. God does not exist as an outside benefactor, some ascendant personage, waiting to attend your needs, ready to answer questions or calm your fears. However as I’ve pointed out before, the creative, intelligent quality of the Cosmos does exist. It is Conscious Evolution, and it exists within the very essence of all awareness. Nothing exists outside of this awareness.
“But this is my point. I’m not aware of it when I want to be aware of it.”
Yes, indeed, you are not aware of it. But you know it. The problem re-stated, is this: You are not aware of your own inner knowing. I’m talking about the essence of your awareness. This knowing is a deep instinct, hidden from your current waking mind. I understand your frustration, now more than I did at the beginning. The problem, for all humans, is one of alignment with your authentic being.
“I have recurring fears that I am not connected to anything. That is my real question. Is my sense of self and appreciation, to use your term, part of some larger consciousness that goes on after I die? Does that sense of self-awareness go on? Is there anything in me now that will continue, or go back into spirit? Has my life experience contributed to that something? Or will it all just fade and dissolve away into nothing at the end? This is my fear in a nutshell.”
The fact that you even have the fear of losing your awareness, or of being abandoned and meaningless in the greater sphere of creation, is evidence of the inner knowing I refer to. It is likewise evidence of your disconnection from it. Without the inner sensitivity, the question would never be raised. Without the inner connection you would not be having this conversation with me. I am an example of what you seek, right in front of you. But what you are really searching for is not assurance of your existence after death. You really want to know whether you truly exist at all, right now!
“That’s absurd. Of course, I exist!”
But you don’t, you see. You are just a figment of Cosmic imagination. We all are. We are a projection from Source, out onto the screen of illusion that it has created to experience separation from oneness. We individuals are the embodied experience of divine detachment—a synonym for ‘projection’ in this case.
The vigilan sense of appreciation is, at its root, this knowing of paradox. It is acceptance of separation in the midst of oneness, and individuality within an undivided whole. But understanding of this is hidden from the human being. That is why you ask about continuation of your awareness after death. You, the thinking individual—ego and mind—exist only ephemerally, as an illusion. The real you lies hidden within the formlessness.
The awakening process of evolution is entirely about this question, the uncovering of your hidden awareness. Here is the way it works: You are God, my friend. We all are, universally, and in particular. The energy of collective awareness that pervades and incubates the Cosmos in us, is what you are calling God. For the purpose of answering you, I will use your term God, though it is a name I rarely use.
God, if it’s any consolation to you, is in the same boat you’re in. The infinite divine intelligence took on aloneness and separation as a great experiment; Conscious Evolution has done this for the sake of its own awakening and feeling. That was a major turning point. God, as homo sapiens, broke off from its own divine being and sense of oneness to immerse itself here. The motivation behind this was a desire for feeling—the avenue into awakened presence.
“I’m not sure your explanation is helping. It does serve to distract me from my fear. But it doesn’t quell my fear.”
Distracting is the same as quelling, for your state of mind. I am giving you a means to remove your awareness from its attachment to mental musings. My explanation will not rearrange your emotions, if that’s what you’re looking for. But it will give you a way of feeling through your predicament, and God’s.
“All right. Proceed.”
Consciousness cannot truly desire to be anything it already is. The awareness-of-oneness had to break apart, if it was to reveal itself, to itself; it needed a mirror. That is the essence of being and feeling lonely and separated. Your kind, my sapiens friend, was a great trial in separative awareness and the form-identified intellect. The feelings of aloneness and emptiness you described are perfectly natural to your species.
“Nice!”
Humans always felt cut off, unfulfilled, like there was something enormous missing from their lives. There was. The awareness of connection to divinity was missing. This disconnect was embedded in your genetic structure, and it gave you the feeling of aloneness any time you paused to reflect on your fate. Still, this genetic passage was a necessary evil, if the intellect and hominid evolution were to proceed.
“So, I’m perfectly natural to be feeling meaningless and hopeless. That’s a big help!”
Believe it or not, I am helping you—into freedom. Feeling the emptiness and the desire for what was missing within was in fact the driving force in your entire evolutionary history. It was that sensation of abandonment in the midst of abundance and emptiness in the presence of everything that moved you to become who you are. Out of that feeling arose your mind and ego—and your identity as a species. All the coping and defense mechanisms of homo sapiensgrew from this root.
In the human race, God was missing from its own being. The divine essence contrived to abandon itself, to separate from and divide its own integrity. This is, of course, an impossibility—hence the illusion of it all. But nevertheless, the infinite intelligence determined that illusion was worth the price.
God developed a craving for what it could not have—a process of its own awakening. To accomplish this, it contrived to not know itself. That desire was so profound that God was willing to sacrifice its natural sense of well-being and oneness, in order to experience separation. This was the only way it could know itself fully—from without and from within. All the isolation, pain and anxiety in the world is a product of God’s craving for this experience.
The Christian Bible story describes it as God sacrificing his ‘only begotten son’ for the salvation of humanity. In my words, God sacrificed awareness of its own oneness through the agency of homo sapiens, its offspring. Homo evigilo, by the grace of this metaphor, is your promised salvation.
Yet there is a deeper truth buried in the feeling of aloneness and emptiness. In one facet of truth, God does not exist at all, as I have pointed out. In reality there actually is Nothing—no matter, no spirit, no Cosmos. All forms are illusions, separations out of oneness. They arise and they dissolve, having no permanence, and therefore no actual reality. There is no one and no thing to worship or to obey, nothing to entreat and to seek out, nothing to aspire to. Nothing at all exists outside of who you are in your inner knowing, this very moment.
“I don’t like the sound of this. I want there to be something greater than myself.”
Only in accepting this nothingness, do you eventually realize you are All That Is! This is a lonely passage, I understand. You, dear friend, are experiencing this in your individuality. All members of your race are in the same state. Your God—your collective being—is experiencing it along with you. From my point of view, your whole species was that lonely passage, and that phase of evolution coming to understand itself. Humans experience separation from within the separated state. Vigilans feel the same separation, only it is from within the connected state; hence no fear arises out of the feeling. For my species, and for any other awakened species who may follow us, you were the benighted bridge into our illuminated well-being…
“Well, I’m enormously heartened! Not! Is there anything to be done for us meager, benighted folks? Must we always be stuck in this disconnect from spirit? Surely there’s some hope. I’ve experienced breakthroughs in my own life, at times. I have had experiences of my inner being, when I was more than just a body or a mind. I have felt that expanded awareness on a number of occasions. Doesn’t this indicate that we are not locked into the genetic structure you are depicting? Doesn’t it mean that we can get out of this predicament?”
Indeed you can. You do. The way is called mutation. The way to open yourselves to the awareness of innate oneness in creation, is to be created anew, from within. Your species does, in fact, make the big breakthrough. It does evolve itself into the state of knowing, of intuitively understanding where you are and where you come from. There is abundant hope.
“But I’m afraid you are also implying that we humans will continue to suffer the feelings of separation and aloneness as long as we are homo sapiens.”
Yes, I am. More than just implying it, I’m saying ‘hurrah’ for it. It is an absolute necessity for evolution. Without your sacrifice—you, the prodigal sons of evolution—the process would not have moved forward. It is required that you suffer until such pressure develops in the evolutionary strain to force the genetic change. I refer you back to Letter Thirteen for more specific techniques and suggestions on how to ride out the Storm, and to alleviate some of your suffering. Try to see it this way: Your suffering and feelings of being cut off from divinity, are for a deep and grand purpose. It is your curse, but it is also your privilege and gift to the Cosmos.
“I guess that’s some comfort. We’re suffering for a noble cause! But I will keep asking for something else from you. Surely there is a way to hasten this awakening you’re talking about. Why do we just have to wait and wait until spirit gets ready?”
Because you are spirit. You have to be ready, not get ready. What this means is that you, and humankind, have been evolving into a state of conscious opening and alignment for thousands of years; millions of years would not be an inaccurate timeframe. Still now, if you can ask the question you just asked, it indicates that you are ready. That awakening could happen at any moment for you, and for anyone who is asking such a question. Destiny is upon you.
“How can I really sense that destiny? I assume you’ll say it’s the same as sensing God or Source.”
Precisely. They are each the same. Let me walk you through a little exercise in sensing your destiny. Confirm an intention right now to use your awareness, as fully as you can. Start with simple thinking; this is probably the easiest form of awareness for you right now. Then feel your emotions, whatever they are at this moment. Next, with a clear grasp of your thinking process and emotions, let go a little; just relax in your mind and body. Feel the release, even if it’s only slight. Notice that this feels like an expansion within yourself. It is an expansion. Consciousness is opening just a bit wider in you.
Now, stay with the feeling of being aware and opening. This is subtle, but real. Do not fix your attention on any objects or thought-forms in your mind. The consciousness is in you, not outside you. Even your thoughts are outside the real you. Another illusion to release is that you are embracing your reality; this is inaccurate as well. You are the inside of everything! As you hold the intention of not fixing on forms, feel the flow of awareness around you. That awareness is continuously floating in the spaces between your thoughts and emotions.
Notice your mind’s temptation to look for something—a form, an object, a concept to latch onto. Let the mind be what it is; just don’t follow its lead. Let it go where it will. Now join the flow, the feeling of release around the point-of-you. The mind will send probes into your state of release, attempting to regain control. It will urge you to separate from your awareness and fall back into the hypnosis of thinking. It will urge you to attach to a form, some thing outside your point self. This is the essence of separation from Source. It all began here in this urge to go outward. Expansion is not an outward movement. It is a realization within. It is touching your destiny.
Use your awareness to see these things, these forms and urges. If you catch yourself slipping under the mind’s spell, realize that in the catching you have regained your awareness. Recognize the way the mind wants you to go. Now choose the other direction. When you see the mind pulling one way, you go the other. If it pulls you to think about something, let go of that and flow. If it urges you to move outward from your point of awareness, go even more deeply within. That tiny point of you, your essential conscious being, is your destiny. It is where you came from, where you are going, and how you get there!
…To summarize: Choose an intention in your awareness. Feel your mind and emotions together. Then let go just a little. Notice a slight expansion of consciousness within yourself. Not fixing on any objects or forms, feel the flow of awareness around you. Finally, join the flow, the feeling of destiny.
“But what is it, this awareness? How do I go into it?”
By realizing you already are into it. This is fundamental, primordial realization. It is a metaphor to say you are going within it. That’s what it appears like from your conditioned thinking. What you’re really doing is opening the way—a worm-hole if you will. The consciousness is filling the space of itself. It is the space. It is the opening. You are just realizing what you already are and have always been. It seems new; and yet it seems old at the same time. You are falling into it and having it emerge out of you, and around you.
What is this awareness? I’ve told you many times before. It is Source, Life, Conscious Evolution. Accept it now. Just when you feel it, accept it. Feel the livingness of its presence. Don’t try to grab onto it. That won’t work. Life will not be sustained by grasping. That is what the mind tries to do. Life is ever changing, flowing, and formless. There is nothing to grab onto, label or define. If you would know God, this is it. Un-define your God! It is as illusive and ever-present as any paradox. It is right there, right here, and it is nowhere at all.
“I am aware! That’s what I am. That’s what God is—I am the I am! I get it—the part that is aware. I always thought that phrase made no sense. But it does now.”
That is, of course, what the voice told Moses from the burning bush. It goes on to say, ‘Tell them I am has sent you.’ This voice from the light, that sends us forth into the world, is the path of awakening. This is the way you will go spontaneously in the near future. You will need no technique or explanation. It will be borne up in you from the genetic molecules themselves. Divine connection will never be a question again. Separation from Source will be but an unpleasant, though laughable, memory.
As for your present time, you will continue for a while longer to endure the cycles of feeling lost and found. The essence of the problem is being stuck in your mind most of the time, unable to feel more deeply when you want to. It is the mind that cannot understand the inner connection. That mind is the instrument specifically evolved for this. Its whole existence has been predicated on disconnection from Source. The ego arose in this environment and began to generate defensive and fearful feelings, doubts and barricades against freedom and truth; hence, your current dilemma.
“I am in fact beginning to feel changes in myself. As I follow your exercises and suggestions, I’m catching glimpses of something I hadn’t noticed before. And yet it was always there. I just overlooked it until now. It’s very subtle—mostly beneath my senses. I don’t necessarily see it as God, but it might be. Who knows? Well, perhaps you do. Whatever it is, it’s extremely pure and simple, like the kernel inside the seed of awareness. It most certainly has a life and an identity of its own.”
The Life it has is the Life you have, seen from the reflection-self of personality and mind. But it is your animating force. You know it by sensing with it, by using it to be conscious. The fact that you see it as separate from you is only a trick of mirrors.
“Yes. I’ve been tricking myself with my mind. It’s about feeling more than thinking. I’ve heard it all before. But I’ve never really accepted it. I’m seeing now that real acceptance involves sensation. That is what you’ve been calling appreciation, I think.”
Indeed. So, what else are you feeling?
“Well, I ask myself, what does it really mean to have God inside me? If I pray to God I must be praying into myself, and not to some outside, ascendant being. I turn my prayers, my attention, toward that inner space you’ve been harping on all along. But isn’t this just talking to myself? It turns my idea of prayer inside-out. My thoughts then are praying to my awareness. Something in me must now be willing to respond to my own request—even as I ask it. But that doesn’t feel right. That would mean I’ve divided myself in two. How can I answer my own prayers? Help me, O.”
This is the paradox that you will resolve as you evolve, as you make the genetic shift. Do not dwell on that split; it is only a passing phenomenon, a reminder of the illusion. The one to whom you pray, is the real you. Your understanding will move from the mind into the deeper appreciation, and there will be no division. The point-of-you will take over the reins. Prayer will become simple manifestation of destiny, and the honoring of your oneness with the will of divinity.
“I still have so many questions. I have to resolve the challenge of what it means to walk around with God inside me, asme, interacting with the world. Am I truly creating it all as I go? Am I omniscient? Does my awareness grow or shrink as it goes down inside? Does expansion have any meaning in this context? Of course, how is the meaning of mechanged by these realizations?”
“Now, let me revert to the fear I started with. Am I really connected to something greater than myself? What if this sense of God is just one little private opinion inside a meaningless little creature, called me? Will any bit of it continue after I die? Has my life experience contributed to anything beyond myself? What if there’s no such thing as beyond or within?”
You cannot know the answers to these questions in your mind. The mind will debate these issues forever, with answers of yes, no and maybe, over and over. Your doubts and fears will arise and then subside, and then come back again. The only way to interrupt this hopeless cycle is to remove the ego, the fear monger, from a position of control over your consciousness. This means removing yourself from your mind. Go out of your mind. Know that this is your situation. This is your business. Do not despair, simply ride through it. Change is coming—and that change is you!
© 2010 Robert Lee Potter
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