On July 2nd, 2004, Equinox told this story of the REAL world:
We would like for thee to, just for a moment here, just concentrate on
being. Just allow thyself to be here, feeling thy bodies.
Allow thyself to just listen to us. And as thoughts come into thy
head, just let them go through. Do not fight them. Just let
them disappear and allow thyself to relax. Let thy bodies grow
heavy. Let thy minds relax, and just allow us to talk to
thee. Concentrate on thy breath and feel thy bodies as they begin
to release all fear, all discomfort, all disease, and just become
perfectly relaxed, heavy and warm, wrapped in a blanket of warmth that
is God’s white light of love. Just allow thyself to be as thee
listen to a story we will begin to tell thee.
Once upon a time there was a child. And this child loved being
alive. This child could not wait to awaken in the morning to see
the beauty that existed in its world, to watch the bugs and the
flowers, to lay in the grass and look at the blue sky and make
creatures of the clouds. This child loved being alive so much it
fought sleeping because it was afraid it would miss something.
This child though that it was a wondrous being, deserving of love and
it saw love everywhere. All things were beautiful to this child,
for all things were magical and new. Every day, a brilliant
experience, for this child knew, absolutely believed, that the world
was wonderful and safe and beautiful and that all they had to do was
wish hard enough and all things were possible to them. Never a
doubt. Life was filled with smiles.
But once upon a time, this child was told that the world was a scary
place, filled with people that would hurt them, that magic did not
exist, that insects could bite and so could dogs and kitties and other
people, that what thee owned was thine and could be taken from
thee. So thee must guard all thy possessions with all thy might
and be willing to fight for what was thine. And in this child,
the magic died. And in this child, the world became a hostile,
fearful place.
And what we are here to tell thee is that reality is the
illusion. Thy first reality as a child was what was real.
Thee knew thee were loveable. Thee knew thee deserved love and
food, affection, that the world was filled with magic and that puppies
had nice, long, wet tongue that wanted to lick and love thee and
kitties would purr in thy arms and flowers grew just for thee.
This is the truth of the world. All thee need to do is recapture
the magic. Believe in the magic not the fear. Live thy life
each and every day as though each moment is wondrous and all things are
perfect. And then each and every moment is wondrous and all
things are perfect. This is the truth of thy life. Begin to
live it.