A Lesson from the Spirit

"My Spirit, please tell me, how do I open the pineal gland so I can hear and see?"
"To unfold your visions, you must help yourself by helping others. You must listen to yourself by listening to others. You must see yourself by unseeing others.
There is no secret to opening vision, but there is difficulty in your ossified upbringing.
No one closed you off. You did it to yourselves, adopting those false values that were offered to you.

You called it an equivalent exchange back then, and now you ask for help to see.

When your lives are filled with the meaning of the truth of the coming end, then your eyes will open, seeing the gates of heaven and the cherubim singing in that heaven.
So what will you say now, my child?"
"I will work on myself and on everyone, showing the righteous path."
"All is part of a certain plan, even that you forgot yourself and God within you. There is a plan to find God by intuition, as a brook finds its way. Without asking, without arguing, without apologizing, and without adapting to anyone, go by the shortest way convenient to your waters, to your step and direction.

Exchange is not equivalent. To trade the phantom riches for the riches of the Word of God, for true knowledge — that is not equal.
Deceit and betrayal are the predecessors of all that has happened. They are the culprits, limping on both legs, senseless, seeing nothing ahead or around.

"You said the problem can be resolved by placing one seal—what is that about?"
"The seal of awakening the mind. The seal of awakening the mind! It will awaken only when it returns to its original channel.
Remember childhood by diving into yourself. Remember the childhood when you did not have to work, earn, survive. When you had sufficient everything necessary to explore this world. And you followed on until fears took hold of you.

The fears of that past, of those contracts you once concluded, leaving behind the right to find a way out of them. Let it be hard.

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Practice

Your eyes are full of sorrow. Your eyes are full of guilt. But the understanding of guilt is hidden from your true sight. Because your gaze is hidden inside a time capsule.

A time capsule that opens only to those, once, who are ready to tell the truth, who are not afraid of others' judgments, who believe in words spoken not as an offering to pride but as true insight.
And there, in your depths, a light is born. It spreads with soft radiance in the cortex of the brain, nourishing all your perceptual filters, nourishing you, helping the bright glow to be, the warmth that comes from it to form and spread, like God's teachings on earth, like the breath of wind across the steppes, like an unleashed element.

And where you felt your thoughts — a ringing void, absolute nothingness, as if life were put on pause — but that pause is not truly a pause. It is only the countdown of your capsule, where, distorting temporal space, you free your vision from the shackles of eternal imprisonment.
You open the portal of perceiving another world where words did not reach your mind with the idea of insight.
Now everything will begin to transform. The warmth in your head, having spread, will begin to fade, like the wind dying after a storm when there is no longer need for it, no longer need for that warmth, no longer need for those chains.

There is you, and that true vision that allows you to look through the eyes of the One who made worlds, and, guarding each, led by the instructions left in age-old accounts of the true teaching.

Now your hands are relaxed, your body relaxed, all of that is not important, all of that is insignificant. Only what you see when you close your eyes is significant: how you see the description of the home built within you."