We each walk our own Paths. And those Paths crisscross with others as we wander through the woods and meadows, mountains and plains. Sometimes our Paths run in parallel and we stay with people for a while. Sometimes we even walk the exact same trail for a bit, and then, inevitably, we part ways again. It’s just how this works. What I’ve found though, is that sometimes we come across people who want what they think we have, so they hop onto our trail with us—following, hoping for some grand insight into how it is that we’re doing what we’re doing. They see us walking, calm and steady, looking as though we’re sure of where we’re going and like someone they should “follow”.

Incidentally, the Platonic Solid that corresponds to Earth is the cube or hexahedron.

When you “unfold” a cube into a 2-dimensional shape, you get…
a Cross.

Everything has meaning.
DEEP meaning. The Divine Man, the Spirit part of each of us is “hung on a cross” when it condenses down into physicality here on Earth.

The body is our cross.

It’s a metaphor for the process of coming here, being here, living here…for the journey of finding the Balance between Spirit and Matter.
Aether and Earth.
“Heaven” and “Hell”.