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Life Within My Garden (18.3.16)

“Life within My garden is not crowded.

Life within My garden has space aplenty for any and all activities,

                                     has space aplenty for displays of interest,

                                                                                      of grandeur,

                                                                                      of tableaux fit for gardens.

Life within My garden does not create a chorus of cries for help,

                                     speaks of contentment in surroundings which are neither spared for comfort nor of interest,

                                     speaks of interactions with neighbours of sensitivity who can sense and respond accordingly.

Life within My garden is not a static scene,

                                     can change depending on the viewpoint,

                                                        depending on the settings of the time spheres,

                                                        depending on the shadows lengthening or shortening,

                                                        depending on the travelling where the ‘who’ or ‘what’ is set as the objective.

Life within My garden surmounts the difficulty of sameness,

                                                       the difficulty of portraying the interest of the day,

                                                       the difficulty of identity where the family members have features of great similarity.

Life within My garden is neither bereft of movement nor the sounds of thought.

Life within My garden is the immersion of the senses in the perceiving of surroundings—

                                 together with the interactions galore which hold the eyes in movement and the ‘uncertain’ ones at bay.

Life within My garden has no walls of containment,

                                     is not a zoo in just another setting,

                         is not arranged to satisfy the gapers and the gawkers.

Life within My garden is arranged so all may feel at ease,

                                                             all may be welcome and ‘at home’,

                                                             all may be comfortable and secure in their being.

Life within My garden is not a place for boasting of past endeavours,

                                      is not a place where pride describes the exploits,

                                                             where success is the sole reason for emphasis,

                                                      where the power of thought is first to be fully understood,

                                                              where poor thought control can lead to the embarrassment of leakage without intent.

Life within My garden converses with understanding of the tongues of heaven as encountered in mortality:

                                                                                                                              as practiced there for fluency;

                                                                                                                              as expanded there in expression;

                                                                                                                              as tried there in the achieving of interpretation;

                                                                                               as tested there for articulation of the many different tongues—

                                                                                                                       with enunciation cleared for use and purpose;

                                                                                                                                as sought for both speaking and translating,

                                                                                                                                                for both translating and speaking—

                                                                                                                                                       as ‘both sides of the coin’.

Life within My garden is a possession prized by God,

                                     is a time of relaxation in both the scheduling of man and the scheduling of God,

                                     is an example of where both God and man can come together—

                                                                                                          in the closeness of a shared experience—

                                                                                                                          where man depended on the Son of God,

                                                                                                                          where the Son of God depended on The Father:

                                                                                                                          where both had to arise from the grave of man—

                                                                                                 in order to fulfil their chosen destinies which dwelt within freewill.

Life within My garden is an exciting place to be,

                                     is a location which befriends The Stars of God,

                                                         which encapsulates the ‘be-all’ of existence yet negates the ‘end-all’ of validity,

                                             which reaches out to where the starbursts cluster in assembly,

                                                         which makes practical the visiting where close-up views are both interesting and appealing—

                                                                                                                 where the discoveries associated with the touch and feel
                                                                                                                                                          of visits are not easily forgotten.

Life within My garden is far-reaching:

                                           extending well beyond the stars—

                                                                    as an extending sphere whose components were seen in mortality;

                                           extending into galaxies which the telescopes of man had neither pierced nor imaged;

                                           extending well beyond the imagining of man where the infinite is difficult to grasp.

Life within My garden is sprinkled with life forms according to the will of God;

                                                                            are scattered out of reach of one another;

                                                                                        are scattered so they cannot coalesce to form a grand alliance—

                                                                                                                             which would decry the creation power of God.

Life within My garden is awesome to behold,

                                     is awesome to dwell therein with trips both far and wide,

                                     is awesome to study the creativity of the Living Loving God—

                                                                                          at the centre of His creation with all which that entails.

Life within My garden has no equal anywhere in existence,

                                      has nothing in existence where other life forms welcome visitors—

                                                                                                                     to share their being in existence,

                                      has no entities of life occurring without input from the Living Loving God.

Life within My garden marks the grand designs of God,

                                     marks life within its fullness—

                                                             complete and opened out,

                                                             magnified and developed—

                                                                            both in intelligence and the freedom of freewill.

Life within My garden honours both My Spirit and The Father:

                                                                         where The Three unite in unity—

                                                                                    and My people of The Father’s flock are held in His proxy of adoption.”


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