Just Life

Just Life Just life, everywhere, in all parts of the way. On all the paths of the road. Dry world, vision. The beauty of life is just an invisible follower. But I believe in the dream life. A fact of life. A fact of life: there is no law, no love—just Light. Live, live in the infinitely vibrant radiation of Light. Souls fly free in the new world, patinated blue life. In my sleep, I always just swim in this dream life. “Just life, just life,” said Satan. “Create your life,” said Satan. But he is not right. The beginning is far. “Beginning is far? Just happened now. Start now!” Hmm. Just walk. I am a walker. “That is the beginning.” This walk is a timeless, old walk. “Genesis of your life.” Don’t lift me. “Why? All the new life is a new genesis.” But my life is not a new creation. “From now on is a new beginning.” No, the first moment is so far, goes back in time, distant is elastic far. “No time, no distance in your heart. Looks like that, but there are no boundaries.” “Better to be in the present, and all your dreams are yours. And those people.” Those people. “In your dreams from the other side. They are waiting for you. My dark life.” What for? “Just to be alive. ”Why? Your life experiences are the meaning of your life.” So, my life is for experiences? “Yes.” Why? “Another world wants all the human stories. We live from your lives.” That world lives from our energy. “That’s right.” So I am taking the host? “Yes. You are part of a food chain. But you are a student. New planets are waiting for new settlers, citizens. You are chosen. Thank you, Master. “Just life.” Just live. “Yes.”