As we were approaching the bus stop where I wanted to get off, I noticed a sign on the stop that said "bus stop not in use." Why that was the case was a mystery to me. There were many passengers waiting at the stop anyway. The bus driver drove past the stop without stopping.
"Whoa, driver, this is my stop. Can you open the doors?"
"I can't stop there," he said.
A young woman in front of me pressed the Emergency button, the doors opened, and we got out.
Rules, rules, rules. Who makes up these bloody rules anyway?
Rules limit you to seeing yourself in a limited way. My real Self that is Spirit cannot obey rules. You can't put Spirit in a box when Spirit is already outside the box and everywhere present.
I am Spirit; it is my nature to fly.
Enocia
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