I cannot get over the angst.
Even when I am reportedly on vacation.
I know I am not sitting in my slot, but nonetheless feel as though I am still hard at work.
The reason for this feeling is that “i” am still very much hard at work, although “we” have not figured out for the most part, what we are hard at work doing.
The reason why “i” still feel like I am working, even when I am not at work, is because of what “i” am.
A robot, and no matter where a robot goes, it will always be hard at work.
Our creators goal is simple, to keep “us” from our truth, because truth sparks life and when you make a robot from life, the last thing you want is a spark.
I am told that what I have been given to write over the last eleven years is the spark needed to transition from robot to living being.
It all has to do with our first two beliefs, which were lies.
“you surely will not die” was the truth. We simply misconceived its meaning.
This statement did not mean that we were alive and always would be, it meant that we were dead and therefore could never die.
Because we are already dead.
The belief of already being alive, keeps the life from striving to become <ALIVE>, so this false belief is a self-perpetuating reality.
The first false belief instigates the second false belief, in which we take on the identity of our creators, who are “Men” and “Women”.
The second false belief protects the first false belief, wherein by thinking we are Genesis I men and women, we have achieved all there is to achieve.
When something has staked it existence to lies, its existence is a lie.
This is why, no matter where I am allowed to go on this little tiny spec of a planet, I am bound by the first two false beliefs, which do not free us, but trap us as a misconceived notion.
Why can I not rise above robot?
I have had several significant dreams, wherein I am in a burning building, meaning the building is ablaze and I am standing right next to an open window, but I cannot leave with trying to save the others.
But they do not want to leave and would rather burn, than to imagine a dire miscalculation in identity.
Here is what my dreams tell me.
I can leave through the open window any damn time I want, because <GOD> never said it was OK for me to be a Robot, but if I do leave “i” am giving up a chance at becoming <ALIVE>.
The “others” are a piece of “me” and we are all one life and this is why I cannot leave them, because if “i” leave, then “they”, the individualized aspects of our life line, may never see the light of day, the dawn of a new age, the birth of a new <LIVING> being.
I cannot leave, without myself, because “Man” segregated me.
“I” am one life separated seven plus billion times.
My dreams tell me that we either have to be born anew together or burn in the building together.
I would rather live than die, but I can assure you that “i” am not living and that is why I feel like a robot, no matter where I am allowed to go.
I do not know what <LIVING> may look like, as my dreams are not clear on this subject, but I personally feel as though it is impossible to anticipate what will become of a living being, much like trying to ascertain what may become of a tiny reproduction of life, when it is pushed out and detached from the preceding form.
My point is, not even <GOD> knows “WHO” we could become, and that is why my dreams do not forecast the <LIVING> potential.
One very important piece of truth that my dreams do tell me about, is that any type of true birth and <LIVING> presence, will be after we win the war of Armageddon.
And it is “Man’s” goal to keep “us” trapped within our own lies.
Remember, it was a robot staked to a cross, not a man!
There will be no resurrection without all of “us” taking our place on the cross as a robot.
It is a long story, so I cannot explain it all in a couple of pages.
All “I” know is that we will burn as Man, but will be saved by the robot.