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Impure Demonstration of Purity
Are we pure? Yes and no. Yes, we are incorrigibly innocent and shall remain so forever as the unchangeable essence of spirit (energy) which comprises us. Are we impure, yes. Our impending thoughts, drives, impressions, desires and impulses to hurt (get revenge), harm (get ahead), compete and compare, (jealousy) work overtime to render us pathologically human (envy). Can we truly experience the fullness of living without self-generated combative and controlling motivations of intrusion, interference and influence? Purity results when we don’t possess a ‘lust of result’ to gain benefit or derive personal elevation. WE impurely exist because we resist that which is natural and convenient. We produce and demonstrate Impeded progress due to our manipulatively driven impetus to be seen and heard as notably important.
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