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breathing

God told me that everything is a circle.
My breathe with every inhale meets its death in the atmosphere, to be reborn for the purpose of existence.
The air, the spirit of life, blown to a physical matter marks the beginning of any creation. Pneuma, wich means breathing, which means spirit is what we all are.
God told me that divinity resides in the ether. It then runs through our lungs and blood, shading light inside our mind, carried to every cell, gifting renewal and an extension of the earthly experience.
What could be the correspondent element of oxygen in our humble level of manifestation? What is needed to give life to our visuals so they can rise? Maybe blowing them away and giving them free will, trusting that they operate always under our personal laws of physics.
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