No “One” Living, No “Body” of Life, No “Thing” Artificial or Dead Respects Those That Don’t Want To Know

Tree with one half bare branches and the other half blossoming pink flowers under a sunset sky

The content discusses the concept of evolution in this physical realm, stressing that failing to evolve is dangerous. It suggests that not progressing in any existence, dimension, or realm indicates a lack of evolutionary capability. The message carries a sense of urgency and respect, attributed to a figure named James, who identifies as part of the "Reborn Branch of Life That Is Christ." This highlights a belief in evolutionary growth and the implications of stagnation within lower planes of existence.

I Exist Inside The Box & Outside The Box

The post discusses the tension between conformity (“inside the box”) and individuality (“outside the box”). The author argues that while being outside the box may feel challenging and uncomfortable, it is ultimately preferable to the oblivion of being trapped inside a false reality. They emphasize the difficulty of navigating life while recognizing the deceptions of societal norms, asserting that true understanding of existence comes from a spiritual awakening related to Christ. The author, James expresses a belief that liberation from this box-like existence is essential for authentic living, concluding that the ideal state is to exist without any societal constraints.

A Flaming Sword Which Turned Every Way

The text explores the metaphor of the "flaming sword" placed by Yahweh at the entrance of the Garden of Eden, representing a barrier to an "Everlasting Heavenly Living Presence. James posits that human perception of their presence is flawed as they believe themselves to already be alive and as such, seek no further life. This perception is seen as an impenetrable barrier to achieving an evolutionary birth, as individuals become like the flaming sword, defensive and combative against truths that challenge their previously accepted programming. Ultimately, it highlights the ease by which we are controlled and suggests that we all carry a shovel around, ultimately digging our own graves.