Reality is like a mirage. When you get too close to it, it vanishes into the imaginary, nonlocal probability waves of the quantum measurement paradoxes.

Reality vanishes in our dreams to be replaced by what? Randomly discharging synapses? Other life-altering realities?

The 'physical' world seems so solid, so unforgiving, so impervious to our wishes and prayers, to our magical incantations. Where lies the substantiality of matter if not in a quantum conundrum?

If the world is a mental construct then why is it so difficult to deconstruct the untimely death of one we love? Why is there so much pain?

Matter is the sediment of emotion. Inertia is the congealing of hope and fear. Our magical origins are buried under the sediment of centuries of confusion and conflict. How can we dig ourselves out of the hole we are in? How can we loosen the tangled webs of history from our spirits?

Do we shed our 'containers'? No. That would be to jump from the illusion of materialism into the fallacy of dualism. A deadly and tempting fallacy at that.

Matter and spirit are one. That is the wisdom of the ages. Do not squander that pearl of truth.

We can easily untangle this web. All we have to do is put our heads together and follow the thread that leads us forward out of the maze. The expanding web of communication, when powered by our spirits will allow us to put our hearts and minds together to remove the cobwebs that have ensnared us in our slumber of materialism. This was the plan from the beginning. This is the final, backward acting causation of the eschaton.

Together we will be dreaming up new heavens and new earths, complete with starry skies, and massive fossils, if we so choose. We could even arrange that there will be fossils of Mickey mouse to amuse the paleontologists of some other world.

To lessen our confusion we may need to sort ourselves into sky people and earth people, to follow our separate paths out of the maze of matter. But we need not hasten that process, it will come about naturally as the cosmic patterns unfold.

What we need now above all is a common understanding and vision. This can start with one visionary or just a handful of dedicated spirits. The truth will multiply, it will spread. Our destiny beckons.

Today we are learning to heal our bodies with our minds. Tomorrow we will learn to heal the Earth.

Today we can learn to read minds. Tomorrow we will learn to read our own hearts.

Today we are learning to commune with other intelligences. Tomorrow we will be walking with them in our gardens.

Yesterday we learned how to fly to the moon and back. Tomorrow we will be flying to heaven, and back. That is how the sky will fall, not on our heads, but into our souls.

Those who try to exploit or abuse these newly reemerging powers will have to contend with a spiritually informed world citizenry. It will not be the bad old days all over again.

There are many who are comfortable in this spider's cocoon. They fear the unknown of what lies beyond. One is tempted to blindfold them like you do with a horse to lead it from the burning barn, but they already are blindfolded. All we need are the right words, the right voice to coax them out of their burrows. If we can practice on each other like this, we will soon learn what to say to our timid ones.

While the new worlds are emerging, we cannot neglect the old one. We have the perfect launch platform, but let us not destroy the platform before our spiritual ignition. Afterwards the platform can be gradually dismantled and recycled or refurbished.

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