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Meet Brother Ass, Brother Light's alter ego. We all recognize Brother A. He is us. An embodiment... anybody... somebody... but only a body. He doesn't realize he was born an ass, but he works hard at being one his whole life, which is actually a chain of subsequent corporeal lives... until, well, he sees the light.
Brother A. has taken on a heavy job! He subscribes to a corrupt paradigm in which conformity to mortal law is the standard. He's a proud beast of burden, and his duty is to move matter around from place to place, and make big stuff into small stuff so small stuff can be made into big stuff. Brother A. has to be an ass in order to navigate this 3D plane. He's out of his mind that way. After all, something has to turn the mortal coil, and Brother Ass is it!
We can't really know Brother Ass 100% until we are able to look down again through the clear eyes of an elevated Brother Light to see what happened and what's going on inside this big swirling electron cloud of molecular dust. It's a matter of perspective, and that matters. You see, Brother A. came into being when Brother L., who is immortal, fell in love with his own shadow. Coincident with desire, Brother L.'s intelligence consorted with an unreasoning image in the form of Brother A.
The light went out of his eyes when he wrapped his head in the material world. Brother Light hit the ground with a thud. Intelligence became unintelligible, and the next thing he knew he was walking and walking and walking and just plumb forgot where he came from. He became Brother Ass, a one asspower mortal on a horizontal path. The relationship between Brother Ass and Brother Light is a backasswards existence, so to speak. 3D should aspire to 4D, not the other way around.
Having Brother A. as a roommate is a tedious occupation. We have to feed him, bathe him, clothe him, shelter him, educate and train him on how to be a productive ass, doctor him when he needs it, and generally watch him until he grows old and dies. In the meantime he gets plenty of exercise trodding his circular path... dawn to dusk... birth to death.
Tradition holds that Brother A. get turned out to rest on SUNdays in a pen with his fellow asses to hear another worldly ass's version of the rules and regulations for behaving like a proper ass in the ass run world. Be that as it may, at least it gives Brother A. an opportunity to peek out from beneath his veil and get a glimpse of the light... more or less, depending... that is if he takes the time to understand that Brother Light has always been right there within him and beside him forever.
Glory be! At some point in his existence Brother Ass will hear a voice echoing through his true self and undergo a mental rebirth. He will rectify his image and be reunited with the mindset of starry-eyed Brother Light, the infinite and eternal vertical traveler, become singularly divine, and no longer be a divided creature.
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Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch; like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
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