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Friday, June 16, 2017

Holy Spirituality with Pine Cone: Godhead Inner Net News Haunt

Forgiveness and the Freedom of Letting go

Sweet Beloved Devotion with continual Holy Spirit forgiveness nurturing is so, very simple, yet is about as easy as becoming, so devoted, that I disappear, within you, and become devoid of myself, as mebe webe nothing, but Devotion to Sweet Beloved Absolute Unborn Godhead infinity.

I can’t help but picture things in my mind that bother me, because what appears in my mind appears for me to forgive all my Creation-mirrors as my Savior-gifts to repent. I say thank you Holy Spirit for experiencing forgiveness miracles working through, and for me so, continually often, that simple is what simple does, as the World Illusion disappears as fast as what bothers me.

Little do I realize that, even titles of my books set that, very intention to unlearn more than I, even can know yet, so what a surprise to wake up in a new dream after three days writing “Immortality” that my friend’s baby was born with just a new baby’s head, with no body, as a nobody, but just a head, instead.

Even though we couldn’t figure out how to feed it, when everything it ate just came right out through a slit in it’s neck, the feeling remained kind of funny, as if I was the baby’s head, just like I am, every part of any absolute dream within Unborn dreams to Infinite Illusory’s not naught. We wrapped a sort of cloth bag around a slit in it’s neck, and caught everything that escaped before it turned, completely to more Earth smelly’s its.

“How can it process what we feed it without a body to prove it, and how would it ever relieve its constant hunger without a body to hold onto it?” I stopped running around like a bagged chicken without it’s head, and wondered which gender was in the bag, and what about its Karmic-fear, if all we are is One grateful dead song Godhead simpleton, singing forgiveness over, and over in my bothersome little mind, that really had no where, else bag>bad to go.

I remember when I married Holy Spirit, in-undead-stead, and I don’t remember when Holy Spirit and I threw ‘that’ baby out with the bath water, but today it seems that, not only are we One, I don’t have any more idea of myself separate from numbers, than how many bodies will fit in this baby-dream’s trunk. Am I this baby’s head, without any more body to tell any difference, or am I Holy Spirit without any, other gender-agenda sitting on a gender-bender anomaly left holding funny’s it Karmic-baggage?

Holy Spirit looked at my world out through these baby-head eyes yesterday, and all we could see was everything rotting, just before we were three, then a salesman of twenty bagged-years wouldn’t hold his, own bag away from me, so when he wouldn’t let go of trying to get me to sell my soul for a car, I reminded him with Orange Donna genitalia humor, that he wouldn’t even be working here in 2 money-months, after he got rich, and cars wouldn’t, even matter to him as much as the mean World, already mean-spirited means to car-comedy me.

Ants in the kitchen sink, and I kept having to old-man pee, running all around caught me off guard, so intuition inspired me with the One lyric “Godhead”, and believe me when I admit it, I had to honestly look this new title up. O M G Godhead seems so serious to other baby heads, all hanging there in my dream with an outhouse body bag swinging in their serious-foul mouth-breezes. So hear it is, in my dream of dreams with all these words in my bag, and one tiny head. If Earth were the head of a tiny swimming sperm, then what a Mother half a longer swear we, all would be if we were born undead, grateful dead singing simple songs, without a body to hide, all our ONENESS Karmic-gender boot-duties in.

My absolute unborn infinite fingers have a lot more to rhyme, and I can tell we are a lot more than we imagine if we, just get out of the bag, and dream baby-big. Grateful Godhead simple, as ITSOEZ to Sing Immortality’s Love, butt bags are for hags, and dads, that can’t even hold a candle to this baby’s innocent Spirit Humor. Am I so forgiven, that devotion to forgiving would tease me with a letting~go Spiritual-dream about, really letting go, or are the ants in Ascension kitchen another body bag of fear-creepies that, always attract pun-sinks rhyming-hill with more Karmic Ping Pong chocolate-covered creme-filled ding dongs?

Am I ‘a this’, or ‘a that’, or am I a mebe webe ONENESS Godhead, without any more need for the Dark-shadows, that fill up our gravity Illusion of stone’s destiny over the Earth unknown horizons clouding over, all our new babies? Is we Delight, or One mebe webe Godhead “is” Immortality, and if anyone says we are, just one gender, doesn’t that, always leave out the other half of Love canbe? Can I be the bee, and be the Honey I search for, and if I fly around like a butterfly will I become, so dizzy I miss enlightening Ascension, and everyone Immortal Love Godhead Karmic-bagless stands for?

I could go on forever in the deep base of Spirit
Elephant sending unheard of Water’s emerging

About the Author


I “Love” to Admit it 11/22/16

I “Love" to admit it, but I have been captivated by the constant Blackmail battering of this Child-sacrificing malevolent World, so that I ‘want’ to surrender to Holy Spirit, by turning within, as a new humble priority. Sex-slavery robbed me of my soul, as a child, yet once I realized everything difficult, that happens enhances my devotion to turn even, more within ONENESS Spirit Conscience forgiveness nurturing, instead.

I fought like Hell to work, very hard for Money to, barely survive, but after a few years of meditation, and forgiveness prayers to Holy Spirit, to do the difficult forgiveness of others, as myself, more money came to me from Spirit, right through other benevolent Sources, than I ever, even knew about, before surrender. I “Love” to admit that Money doesn’t come from hard work, or social-norm Blackmail, but comes from Source, just like everything else, we need to ‘thrive’, instead of, ‘barely survive’ in addiction to this Child-sacrificing malevolent World.

After losing connection to my, own Conscience, I have become a kinder feeling empath, and a constant seeming mistaken threat to others suffering, just like me, before I sat down, closed my eyes, and meditated my suffering ass off. Like kindness comes from within Spirit devotion, so too, does being able to feel again, without letting those ephemeral duties control my reactive behaviors any more. Money, kindness, and feelings come from turning within, to ask for help to forgive all my captors that, still suffer much tortuous regret for forcing me, to do things out of fear, that no Child would, ordinarily want to do.

After annihilation traumas of the lower fourth dimensional ‘murky unkind’, everything outside triggered my reaction to live in the past swamp, ‘as if’, so, as I became more addicted to the outside Illusion of, more fear piled up onto, more traumas, I “Love” to admit that, with a gift of desperation, I became a, very willing candidate to surrender to something else, besides this unholy smelling foul-World of sulfur-predator crap. Now I see, all suffering evidence, as a gift from ONENESS to have compassion, and Mercy for, all who, still haven’t turned within to receive Money out of nowhere, and become a kinder feeling person, instead.

I am more sensitive to Blackmail than I have, ever realized, and even that’s a gift now, because I used to blame myself, ‘as if’, all evil was my fault, but NOTHING can, ever be further from the Truth. I was a beautiful innocent Child, and I, still am, inside, no matter what I used to think, and no matter what constant Blackmail, still wants to make me feel that lost-soul way. Blackmail is a constant battering here in Karmic Hologram miming-mirror Earth Paradigm, and who knew; before I turned within, where enlightening compassion makes me feel like a ‘kind kid’ with pocket treasures full of Sparkling Golden innocent-kaleidoscope perceptions again?

When I surrendered to Holy Spirit, Money was the furthest thing from my new mind of Delight, and I, certainly was convinced, that I would, never become a kinder feeling empath, ever again. Getting old had become a ‘given’, but turning within has made, even gettin-gold a ‘variable’ out of my getting younger now, every time Holy Spirit welcomes me inside, where eternal youth commands, all kinder feeling empathic Mountain Top kindergarteners.

Money, Holy Spirit, my soul, kinder feeling empath, forgiveness, my Conscience, compassion, Mercy, my Inner Child Spirit, eternal youth, the willingness to face outside Blackmail with a new motive to serve, with the, very “Love” that I have to admit, all these Wonderful gifts from within nurturing, that replaces any more outside need for what, best can be defined as needy-ransom soul-selling Blackmail=Burnout.

Inner-Child Spirit Safe-Home, within

author Pine Cone

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