While my soul is astonished by the workings of her own brain, yes for a moment in eternity she secludes herself. Whispers the spirit, Oh my soul listen to the deep thunder of the quick bright lightning bolt so magnificent but so fleeting in the quickly-passing storm of the perishable form. So my mind knows that to go in knowledge from one universe over to another universe, there is a wheel inside a wheel and only the Spirit can really understand it.

While my soul tries to understand the working of her earthly form, yes, a body originated in the endless division of cells, only to perish again in the dismantling thereof, in decay. So the spirit whispers, listen Oh my soul, the organic body is only a fleeting existence in a temporary illusion. But the consciousness is a reality that never ever can perish in her data, yes in her information archives. So my soul knows that to go over from one dimension into another, there is a mirror in a mirror and only the Spirit can really understand it.

While my soul marvels at the working of her heartbeat, yes at specifically the magical rhythm and this while she rejoices over this but is also worried. My spirit whispers, Oh my soul rather listens to the measured tick-tock of time while you rejoice in and marvel at the big as well as small works of Elohim. Yes, before your heartbeat weakens and fades in sickness and old age and your once joyous life darkens in death. So my soul knows that to go from dead matter over into living Spirit there is a tunnel in a tunnel and the concept of inside and outside of matter, time and space can only be understood fully by the Spirit.