No Harm Done...a parable

       There are rocks everywhere, big & small, smooth & sharp, heavy & light, porous & dense.

       The world is made of rock.

       They are abundant.

       The slabs I cannot move.

       The pebbles fit in my pocket.

       A wheelbarrow or rolling suitcase works well for those of good, durable size.

       I find them.

       I place them.

       One after the other, beside the other, fitting like puzzle pieces, all pointy ends down, anchoring into mud.

       "What are you doing?" they will ask.

       I am building a road.

       I believe in roads.

       Sure-footed paths from one place to the next.

       I believe in people visiting their neighbors.

       In change of scenery.

       In new lands & new challenges.

       In getting away.

       I do not believe in the military.

       Or enforced education.

       Or prisons.

       Or raping any land for any resource.

       I do not believe in mind control.

       Or politics.

       Or child abuse.

       Or employment.

       Or unemployment.

       Or business of any kind, really.

       I do not believe in income or expenses, in buying or selling.

       What I believe in is giving & sharing & enjoying & dancing & savoring & loving & tending & sleeping soundly every night, no harm received, no harm done.

       And so I am building this road from material already covering the surface of the earth, only not quite as neatly as my puzzle rock pieces fit together, edges nestled tighter to provide a firm walking surface that will last hundreds of years, maybe more.

       They are just beginning to recognize roads of people no one knew existed, after all, people who lived in ways & built things previously considered inconceivable for their era.

       I no longer pay taxes or work for a living because I no longer strive or struggle to get ahead.

       If I want to get anywhere, I can just walk on my road and see where it leads.

       Even where I've not yet laid rock, the road exists, invisible, waiting.

TO BE CONTINUED...

You...

       Fear not.

       We understand the journey of a thousand miles from where you have been to where you are going leaves you with many questions, and entails much repatterning of both thoughts & lives.

       We will continue to accompany you.

       So, today...

       Moon beams.

       Moon beings.

       Are there other beings in the universe besides the type that you know?

       In a word, yes.

       What is the proper relationship with them?

       The same kindness expected & expressed by all womb-beings: first do no harm.

       As you regenerate health in yourselves & your own planet, interacting with others in a well way will become more possible.

       Mind that you aim for wombeing to wombeing connection, as yours is not the only world in which the male mutation took hold.

       If you begin to feel the desire to express appreciation for the ideas we are sharing, we encourage you to send support of time, love, energy, money not to us, but to those wombeings already actualized & doing good work in your world.

       We ourselves need no money nor thanks.

       As Infinite Beings awake to our full magnificence, the world is our oyster & we are its pearl.

       Everything we desire that is in alignment with all Good, we can manifest ourselves, with ease.

       As you too are able.

       For by practicing the adventures of becoming more & more who you in Truth are, there is less need for outside help (or permission) in all areas of Life.

       Still, in your world, it's a journey, to return to the full power of being the One.

       Those a bit further on the path than you will appreciate your appreciation.

       Good person to good person is usually more effective than drops in the bucket of organization.

       Give freely, but womb-being wisely.

       Give only in love, never with expectation of a return.

       The wisest gift that can be shared is to return to health, shedding false cells, false environment, recalling one's own power.

       Step onto firm soil of the new day, & then share how you got there so all can, sooner or later, arrive there too.

       Wholeness.

       There is no such thing as junk DNA or useless brain cells.

       All of you is meant to be used, to be honed, toned, grown.

      

       Power is not a muscle, it is an energy, the point where the force of your will & the divine all that is meet & create.

       This can appear like magic.

       Miracles.

       But it is really just you being You.

       Everything we have spoken of thus far is always just about you becoming more You.

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