Writing, an illusion of personal power no different than any other, seemingly puts a screen in front of the direct experience of the Presence of God/Self/Love/Source; it attempts to funnel nonlinear, free flowing Energy through the limitations of form. The hands can only type so fast, and there are only so many symbols available to the mind to manipulate. The impossible end product, or the goal for the words – a description of the state of being in direct receipt of Creator’s Love, cannot aptly be conveyed.
As Self, with no pen to write up a body and name it my own, I am one with All and connected to Divinity at Its Source. As Self there is nothing to write; I am the impossible end product. I am Everything Already Written.