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her. Oh... it was once such a plate beyond compare!! The edges had been purest gold. Inside were various images of a paradise created in balance, benevolence and purity. The delicate forms were moving and shimmering. New scenes emerged depending on how you looked at it. This was not just any plate!
She knew that thousands of years had taken their tole, broken and chipped off with wear and experiences, piece by piece. She had gone and retrieved the pieces through time and now they were gathered around at her feet.
The shards faintly glimmered and when she picked up individual ones, scenes of sorrow revealed themselves to her, tears started to flow.
She had awoken with a CRASH today. It was as if the Plate had just been shattered to the ground.
There was a wave of grief surfacing. She watched it arise and dissipate, curious about the process occurring within her mind.
As she trained her intellect to think of the plate in the original condition. She realized that on one level of awareness it existed still, whole and complete.
Her awareness merged into a infinitesimally small point. Her corporeal frame began to respond and align to a frequency where nothing was broken or lacking or incomplete.
In her hands, now, was a picture of the plate as it had been originally; and from this picture, she could arrange the pieces in order. They now looked like a mosaic of potential.
In a second, as she sat and observed, she noticed the plate back on the shelf, figures whole complete smiling at her. She knew that she would eat from it again. If she wanted to focus on the shards or the photo, she could, but it was not all the reality before her.
It occurred to her that what was, what is and what will be were One and the same. She stilled herself in silence and turned her face to the Sun. All is well, she mused. ~cdgood