What's your Right, and what gets Left behind?

Let it flow. Let it run, let it develop, let it work. Allow the fabric of the Cosmos in which you are only one fine thread to ripple, to wave, to fold and unfold, to furl and unfurl; even to knot and fray, allow it, let it, don’t resist it. Misplaced will is the route to anger, and anger is the road to death.

You, single thread, among threads, woven into the tapestry alongside billions of others, have no method to stop another thread, to direct its weave or its knot, its texture or its color; but you have the right to change your own.

You have the right to change! To say, I will not be as I have been before, or to say, I will be as I have ever been. You have the right to pattern yourself on another, or on many, or on no-one but yourself. You have the right to your own choices; so long as your choices do not choose for another.

You have the right to your own life, so long as your life is not death for another. You have the right, in short, to yourself; but not to another’s self.

The one you’d seek to save has the right to their own hell! They have the right to refuse your advice; they have the right to go directly against your advice; they have the right to follow it if it works for them, and even to ignore your gift of knowledge entirely.

Look it in the face – let it burn you – then let it free you. You have the right to your own choices, and even those you love best or hate most deeply have the right to their own choices.

You, spirit, may choose your own habits, your own thoughts, your own opinions; or you may choose not to choose, and to be over-written by those who do so choose. You may make your own little world of the body you drive; you may allow another to drive you. You have the right to your own mistakes and your own triumphs.

You are not here to be enslaved, whether by whip or by scrip. You are not here to enslave, whether by shove or by love; you are here to be here, to see and learn, to choose and grow, and, finally, to return Home.

Home! Where We, these fragments of awareness, are again aware that we were always one awareness. That dimension in which we are indivisible; that place beyond place, behind the eyes of the eyes of your eyes, and beyond the thoughts of your thoughts.

There will be time, there beyond time, to remember ourself as One Self; for now, in this rough universe, among ourselves, there is time to choose small choices; to choose the path of one life, and the consequence of the path.

For the paths of all these other faces, all these shattered pieces of the Only One – let it be. Let it work. Let it develop; let it flow; let it go.

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