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"Soul Contract (Part 2)" If God created us? Who created God? And who created that God’s God? This is like throwing a pebble in a Pond the waves perpetuate spreading outward ever on. Residual image of the Soul handed free-will given DNA skin-suit technology self procreate from spark direct elemental manifestation given freedom of will and a heart full of LOVE co-create neutrality no Draconian monstrous egocentric incivility with the All Seeing Eye, The God of Love return reincarnation, which world this or another one? Is our world part of a Universe within Solar System within a Galaxy within a Herculean Universe within a Herculean Solar System within a Herculean Galaxy and so on? Or does the buck just stop with God and there is a Heaven and one God and there is a Great beyond where this All Seeing God sits on a throne waiting for us within his big library full of books The Akashic Hall of Records where God commands our pitiful Souls to look and review every wrong turn, deed and other Soul we’ve kicked in the guts, caused strife, forsook? Then God makes astute observations and asks us to answer questions with TRUTH on our lowly BOOK OF LIFE? We acknowledge we could have done better, we don’t dare make our defence We hang on every look he gives, every grimace, every sigh, and think with fear, "Will he grant forgiveness?". And will we be given The Keys to pass and meet our loved ones, who are hanging around with that look they get, they’re all looking rather tense? (“Please take direction, Leanne”, I can hear them thinking, it’s coming through telepathically very clear). Maybe this once I’ll take direction, because this God seems quite alright, he’s dangling the keys to The Gate and the place is full of LIGHT I can always move with freedom in God’s Heaven you see and he and me, well - we’re very close, we’re super tight. “Not so fast. Watch this,” he says ”ROLL CALL FOR PERDITION!!” he booms, Godlike and he stamps his foot on the button and there are other poor Souls who don’t see it coming and they slide mercilessly screaming down the shoot through the floor with derision. “It’s not your time yet,” He purrs, “Here’s your Contract, you’ve been renewed”. (Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec) (1) http://foreverconscious.com/destiny-fate-and-soul-contracts (2) http://wildsister.com/2013/10/knowing-the-terms-of-your-soul-contract/ (3) https://deusnexus.wordpress.com/2014/12/11/the-misunderstood-matrix/

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Date: 12/18/2017 12:35:00 AM
A feast of logical questions posed in a week written poem. You got me thinking with this one Leanne.
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