Would you like to take part in the Reality Shift Process?
How weird! Her computer! It was not switched on! How was that possible? She sat for a moment like a statue. The words were still there, very bold and clear, but her monitor was not on! She touched her screen and then it went blank. How weird!
I asked you a question. Do you want to take part in the Reality Shift process?
She jumped up from her chair as the adrenaline surged through her bloodstream. Were the words meant for her? Slowly she sat down again, staring at the large yellow letters on a blue screen.
Who are you?
With trembling fingers she typed in response on her wireless keyboard, seeing to her amazement her own italic text appearing underneath the question. Someone must be playing a trick on her, surely? Or her PC must be on!
No. Nobody is playing a trick on you. I asked a question! And… I am you: a multidimensional spiritual being.
That remark! With whom was she…? Everyone was working on their computers as if things were normal. Well, things were, but what was going on in her mind? Then the text changed.
I am your mind.
That stunned her! Who was reading her mind?
Explain to me what you mean by my mind?
Her own text showed up in bold, so who was reading it?
Your mind and the mind of the collective mind are all the same!
Oh, sure! Meaning what?
Her heart was pounding.
You live in an intelligent and benevolent holographic universe. Have you forgotten?
What did that mean, holographic? Yes, she knew all about her holographic artist’s impressions for the new Pleasure Park, that was her job, but…who was this? Her heart began to pound, beating so hard she felt it would burst from pure astonishment.
Truly, I speak because you are always asking questions; and you are entitled to be told the truth. You asked to live this life to your full potential, did you not? The time is critical!
She stared spellbound wondering how on earth someone could know her thoughts? With shaking fingers she typed…
Are you real? Let me know HOW you can express yourself on my computer when it seems to be switched off.
I am the wind, the ocean and the air; If you have a need to call me by a name, you may call me POWAH appeared on her screen.
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