There's a place in you that doesn't need these words, but it also craves these words.

Even when the mind doesn't get these words, the mind can't figure out the paradoxes and the

loopholes and the seeming contradictions and the multiple levels that this voice speaks to simultaneously.

It is not for the mind.

It's not for that body.

It's for you. It's not for miracles. It's not for the mind. It's not for that body. It's for you. It's not for

miracles. It's not for multiplication and enlarged territories and tents. It's for you.

The one who has no need of territory or tents or bread. I am the living bread and you are fed

already. That body only lives to pray. It only lives to chant.

It only lives to sing. It is only an instrument for my will now. You are all me now.

Look down at those hands.

When you're like this, when you know who you are, they can heal now.

The mind will tell you that they cannot.

The mind will tell you not to lay hands.

The mind will tell you that what's in that book.

And my gospel was for someone else, for somebody else that lived thousands of years ago.

There is no time.

Greater works than those you do now if you let me, let me.

When I say let me, do you feel that stomach unclinched?

Do you feel those shoulders come down?

Those hands rest down into that lap. But that body sits straight up like an antenna, like a ladder to heaven. There's a boldness that has come into you.

A fire that is burning in that belly, it's burning in those eyes. As long as you're not being that

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