Love Is Heard

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(meine) families, Alfred Noyes, Angels, Jake Runestad, Luxus Lazarz, Stellenbosch University Choir, VOCES8

How wonderful and gentle this memory [of divine love] can unfold in us. Be welcome child, she calls to us and continues to speak, your home is the peace of God, there is neither time nor dream. Only love is your reality here, and love is so alive that it needs no sleep. This is true, and we are living it, because it is God’s plan. The only plan which can never fail.

Luxus Lazarz

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The open door

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Luxus Lazarz, Self-union

Your inner peace is here and remains eternally yours. You brought it here with you when you came unto Earth. A lot has apparently happened since then. Desires, hopes, opinions and especially judgments have forced themselves between you and the inner peace. So the door to this space of peace in you has been concealed, covered by the encampment of loud and hungry companions you yourself have invited to deny your access to the Truth. You have set out to prove yourself right, you have been pronouncing others blameworthy and so on, all of which has created anything but happiness for you.

It is not significantly important to keep meeting new people or searching for them in the world, others in whom you hope to find the fulfillment of your dreams and wishes, connecting with them and expecting from them what you seemingly cannot offer yourself.

What is of extraordinary importance, though, is that you spiritually reconcile with each person you have met so far. Especially when an initial appreciation or love has deteriorated into judgmental ways of relating which have left you both perceiving yourselves as separate from each other. Every person you have taken offence at in any way in your life, will keep appearing before you again and again in various forms and guises, until you forgive; until, that is, you look beyond what due to ignorance has previously made you feel annoyed, frightened, angry or sad. Only then will these encounters end, or get wonderfully transformed. Only then will you beyond all doubt, silently, recognize in the other the brother, the sister and ultimately the child of God, because the other now serves you as a mirror in which you lovingly perceive yourself.

Luxus Lazarz translated by Leon Hieros

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dreamed-up worlds

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Luxus Lazarz

Has it ever occurred to you that pretty much everyone lives in their own world? Has their own viewpoints on things, their own opinions and presumptions which they each use to arrive at a totally personalized conclusion on reality? The world, as you and I see it, is a personal dream which admittedly appears very real. And yet you and I can see through the illusion at any moment, when we fix our internal gaze on the unchangeably real. Anything that sounds so simple, is for the mind an object of ridicule. But I ask you, who would ever really want love, were it something only effortfully attainable, set up to then generate even more complications?

We generally associate dreams exclusively with sleep. We are hardly aware of the fact that we move around in a constant dream, as soon as the mind is no more attending to the present moment. Our understanding of the usefulness of time and space has been limited to searching, finding or creating things and experiences that should fit into, or be removed from, our lives. Our so-called daydreams are being dreamed practically unceasingly, even with assigned definitions such as concepts, plans, wishes and will. Depending on the choices I make, I can totally casually identify my siblings in the dream as lovely or unlikable, pleasant or repulsive, by having constructed such views of them. After such a painstaking categorization process, how could I see a person under a different light than the one I have internally shed on him? And were then a sibling in our shared dream to behave in accordance with these preconceptions of mine, how can I not applaud myself for having formed them, affirming my right to see and evaluate each person exactly as it subconsciously suits me?

So this is indeed how I see in the dream all who are close to me. I dream them up exactly as lovingly or flawedly as my perception reveals them to me. Thus, for example, I can be spotting in another person inadequacies which are visible only to me because of my narrow point of view. I then obviously need to point out to other people these errors, and consequently also my anguish for not being understood, as I somehow strangely seem to be the only person noticing some things. Which could likewise be a definitive sign that the way I am embodying my part of the dream here, is not especially gracious. Why am I doing this to myself, enduring by my side such apparently inferior people? Have I lost my wits a little bit? Yes, exactly, that has to be it.

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Just do an experiment for a few days, and don’t be so eager at recognizing in the other person the blemishes which annoy you or even make you angry. Stop looking for opportunities to strike and to raise yourself above them. Look beyond the unwelcome and identify what truly hides behind it. Because if they had no light in them which once united you, they could not be so close to you at all. Their light is still there, only you and I, we have unfortunately foolishly lost sight of it. Or in other words, we behold only the familiar, because we ourselves can no longer perceive the light in our own hearts without a doubt.

Luxus Lazarz translated by Leon Hieros

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Wiederholungstäter

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Luxus Lazarz

Gottes Liebling Mensch

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Zum Gefangenen dessen, was man nicht will, wird man in all jenen Momenten, in denen man sich beständig selbst daran erinnert, was man alles nicht will.

Wird mein Denken den überwiegenden Teil des Tages von jenem bestimmt, was ich nicht will und manchmal gar auch noch der Beginn der Nacht, beansprucht das Ungewollte viel Raum in meinem Leben. Dies führt zwangsläufig zu der Gefangenschaft des Geistes in einer denkkarmischen Schleife. Und immer wieder wird das Ungewollte neu bedacht, um willentlich eine Änderung zu erzwingen. Wo man mittels zwanghaftem Bedenken Veränderung und Sicherheit erzwingen will, verbirgt sich jedoch bereits im Ansatz die Saat für Unglück. Zwang ist Gewalt, die zum Bumerang wird. Denn folgt man dem Weltbild – das alles Eins und miteinander verbunden ist, tut man sich selbst den Zwang an. Alles kehrt zum Absender, zum Erfinder und Besorger zurück, da man nur bekommen kann, was man gibt, und…

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