It, That: Part One

Thin Invisible Light surrounds me. It surrounds everyone if you look hard enough. Some people have forgotten to remember and their thin invisible light can barely be seen. They do things that dull the light. They don’t remember. Some people have fed that light until it almost blinds you to look at. They are the ones that remember to remember. They are the ones that are close to It, truth.

It surrounds everything actually. All living things at least…maybe all things. Trees, dogs, bats, and sunflowers. They all have the thin invisible light. It comes with life, I think. Their light is more constant, though. It doesn’t ebb and flow like with humans. It remains perfect through their whole existence. They have all of It written in the blueprint. They cannot forget It.

Babies always have bright frames. That is because they haven’t forgotten to remember yet. They just came from It, truth. If babies could talk they’d probably be able to tell us what It smells like. What It tastes like. What It sounds like. What It feels like. Maybe even what It really is. That’s why they tell you to be like a little child. Then as they learn to crawl and walk and talk and say the alphabet and read and write and dress themselves and play sports and drive and sign their own papers and That fills them up, they forget. It’s like the space that was filled with It gets filled with new things that push It out of their consciousness. But not all of them forget about It.

I haven’t forgotten to remember. But I also haven’t remembered all of what I forgot. That is the problem.

My light is there. It surrounds me. It hugs my body and moves in perfect harmony with me. I think it probably shows in my eyes the most. Well, that’s what I have been told anyway. They say the eyes are the windows to your soul. And your soul is where It is kept. The thin invisible light is the outward manifestation of It in your soul.

It sometimes is really bright. It is bright right now. I think that two years ago it wasn’t as bright. It was there…but I think you had to look harder for it. But now, right now, I can feel it. It is there and some people who have really good perception might have to squint when I am near. It feels alive and it wants to grow. It wants me to find It. Keep finding It, rather. It pulses with the beats of my heart. I hope my light keeps growing.

It, truth, can be found everywhere and that is what makes the thin invisible light flourish. That is why we are here. To find It. To make It a part of us: the light. People with brighter invisible lights are happier than those who forget to remember. There is a connection between It and joy. Probably success too.

Things here block It. I don’t know if they do it on purpose. In order to do it on purpose they would have to know that It is there. I don’t know why they wouldn’t want It if they knew what It was and that It was there. But lots of things keep you from getting It. That is why a lot of people’s light is hard to perceive. That keeps them busy.

There is a lot of That. That is what blocks It. That takes your attention away from remembering and instead tries to fill up the space of your mind and soul with other things that are not It. That is also everywhere. That is in the everywhere that It is not. Maybe It and That are equally infinite, filling in the spaces of each other if that is even possible. Maybe not. Maybe people just focus more on That than It. I think that probably the one we focus more on is more powerful.

I know people who have always had a bright light. Or people who I thought had a bright light only to find that it wasn’t as strong as it looked. Some people have never had very much light because they forgot, or because someone didn’t remind them. Some people forget and then they remember and find It. Some people have It and their light is wonderful but they get busy and upset and forget about It so their light goes away. It always makes me sad when their light gets smaller and weaker.

You can’t really lose all of your luminous frame. There is the smallest fraction, like 1 over infinity, which will always stay with you. Because it comes from somewhere else. Even if you don’t remember at all your whole life, there will be that teeny, tiny part that stays there. You can ignore or forget or remember nothing or do the opposite of It and only fill yourself with That, but that part will be there. That’s probably to protect us against our own forgetfulness. That way, it is never too late to find It and change your light from weakly flickering to blindingly strong.

You can’t really max out your light either. Because It is infinite and everywhere. You can never be full to the brim of It. It is in books. It is in music. It is in other people. It is in the forests. It is in the mountains and the oceans. It is in the temples and the homes. But so is That.

Some people get confused about It and That. They get confused and think that It is That or That is It. When they think they have found It and they are feeding their light, they really just have a lot of That and it takes over their soul space, dimming their light.

Having It makes you better. It makes you love more, understand more, care more, have more patience, speak truer words, and smooths the edges of your being.

Its like we are all stone waiting to become a sculpted masterpiece. Every bit of It that we get works the edges of the stone until you can see what the sculpture might become. The more and more that you get the more perfected you become. Truth perfects you. Truth makes you more like that which you should be like.

It is a whispering of things that were before. It dictates the universe. It exists whether or not people search for it. It is how you should live your life.