Apples that never fall

Everything that happens around us.

We subconsciously create.

Our eyes send out light.

And we watch the mystery of its production.

When we are spiteful, everything bites us.

Our mood is conductor of the play.

We get lost in detail and battles of mind.

Life in silent being is battle.

Motion is freedom.

Yet emotion is prison.

We should be like the sun.

Always the same.

Nothing pleases us. We are already pleased.

Nothing irritates us. Why should it?

If we fall from the sky we have to learn to fly all over again.

Our vision becomes foggy with the first emotion then suddenly we are lost.

Death is feeling bad.

How can bliss die?

Death is teaching us how to live.

Everything is relative.

Good creates evil.

Beauty creates ugliness.

If a person sees evil how can he feel good?

It is better to look away, or his eyes will become dirty.

Is there anything in the world worth learning other than feeling fine without any dependence?

Why do we then waste time with piling up trivia?

I am you.

You are me.

If we remain on the same tree.

Names separate us.

Places distant us.

We are also others.

Everyone is a star.

Every star shines as one in the daylight.

At night they are divided.

The earth keeps turning in confusion.

Each moment is a birth or a death.

A step to our personal heaven.

Or personal hell.

The earth is a place of lies and denials named as truth.

Man dies in his pride.

Life is a test. A trial. A tribulation.

To pass the test is to inherit eternal life.

Life is a force. A vibrance.

Good feeling is glowing face.

A piece of fruit left on the ground withers and rots.

Humans fall from the tree of youth and wither and rot.

As they are withering and rotting they glorify it in pride.

Old is wise. Wise is old. The bark of the tree that is stripped away and renewed is given glory over that of the ripe fruit.

The rotting fruit on the ground give crowns to one another.

Yet what worth is wisdom of a rotting fruit?

People see all the fruit rotting and willingly become part of the compost, seeking their false crown.

An apple can stay on the tree forever. Apples that never fall.

These apples seek no glory. Glory is already theirs.

They are not rotting on the ground, they are so high on the tree that nobody picks them.

Yet the tree gives nourishment to each apple, and the golden rays polish their skin.

There is nothing lovely about rotting fruit on the ground.

Yet everywhere it is called lovely.

The apples up high that never fall are very few.

The rotting apples on the ground hate the apples up high.

Because a rotten apple cannot look at a healthy apple without seeing its own rot.

The apples that are rotting, try to pull down the apples from the lower branches.

The rotting apples cannot go back on the tree.

Fortitude and patience to the apples on the lower branches.

The past was this.

Every apple fell to the ground, withered and rotted.

The future is this

Some apples will not fall to the ground.

They have become One with the Tree.

Because of this, the apples that have fallen to the ground.

Will rot more quickly.

They will not be able to find much force to pull the lower branches down with them.

As their time will be shortened.

Death will be swallowed up with the last fallen apple.

The only apples remaining, will be those that can stay on the tree, neither rotting nor falling.

This begins the time of the great separation.

A time of great pressure.

A time where one apple must let go of another.

a time where night battles day, and night becomes day, and day becomes night, and all that are part mingle in confusion

There is one victor.

Eternal Life.

There is one loser.

Eternal Death.

"Daughters of Jerusalem, stop weeping for Me, but weep for yourselves and for your children. 29"For behold, the days are coming when they will say, 'Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never nursed.'

The force is exponential.

People will seek sleep but not find it.

There are already apples on this earth who know they will not taste death

There are two peoples.

Those who in their Pride, fall from the tree.

These apples can never be saved.

So long as these apples are on the ground they will pull down others.

They cannot even glimpse the notion of eternal life, already their future is written.

There will be great pestilence, and great destruction.

People will lose their comfortable blanket of normal.

Bad apples will frantically search for reasons to resist the great wonders coming upon the earth.

But the wonders will come so often that their deceitful reasoning to deceive those who witness them will flee from them.

Stars will whirl through the sky like fire balls.

The earth will open up and swallow people.

Animals will perish and turn on humans.

The moon will change colours, and volcanoes will stir in places not known to have them.

Whilst this begins to happen, the reasoners, and people wanting normal to always be, will frantically search for answers.

Science will fail them. And at last they will capitulate and seek death, for they will not be able to face all the lies they have piled up.

Then "'they will say to the mountains, "Fall on us!" and to the hills, "Cover us!

Hide us from the Apples that are eternal.

This is not a prophecy, because it is happening, this is a telling.

People are jumping ship from this world and everything of it.

Facts and meaningless details are being shown for the emptiness they are.

Those who were not invited to the party, are now becoming the host.

The devil knows his time is short. And he will lash out.

Wars will come, but they will end quickly. Man will raise his hand against other men to keep his mind at ease.

The sun will be relentless. And people the persecuted will find their voice, and return everything they were given and more.

A great cup will be poured out.

There will be no doctor to turn to.

The doctor is the disease.

The whole fabric of reality will implode.

Simply because,

One, and two and three steps apart from the world.

And says, I will not be a part of your death.

Rotting apples cannot love these words.

For they love the world that is destitute, ground hog after groundhog

People praise God, yet hate his disasters.

People pray for peace, and not for the reapers hand.

There are many rotting apples.

The reaper has stretched out his hand.

Few will love the hand of the reaper.

Many are called, few are chosen.

People will speak about love, compassion.

They come with bandaids and set the world back to rights.

They pick up the bricks of the fallen temples and put them back.

They keep the world in homoeostasis, and then announce their do goodings to others, as if they have done a boon to god.

This world is to be destroyed

if you look back on it you are like Lot's wife.

If you repair the bricks that fall you are against the destroyer of worlds

The destroyer has to come.

The false reality has to be destroyed.

Pray not for its stability, pray for its demise.

Anyone who loves their life will lose it, while anyone who hates their life in this world will keep it for eternal life.

Turn away from the people, who want to retain 'what they have'. Those who lament destruction

Those who lament chaos.

They are rotting on the ground.

The world is coming to the great separation.

Know your foe. Know your ally.

You will know them by their ways.

Two will be labelled the same, yet

One will defend the normal, always doubt, ridicule the wonder, want everything to remain the same, sow doubts, and worldly reasoning, they are going to the place of decay.

One will highlight the wonder, love their doom, want the world destroyed, be not of the world, they are going to the place of eternal life.

The great separation of Life and Death is coming, no it is not coming, it is here in a growing exponential Force.

Argue not with the endless rational debaters, and doubters. Give them no attention. Let their cries fall to deaf ears. A rotten apple cannot be put back on the tree

Let the Great Battle begin.

Until only Heaven remains.