Our produce IS the soil, the earth.

Literally, our potty actually IS the soil. This is how the earth itself continues, eon after eon. We living beings breathe in the elements and we produce the elements in various earth forms – heat, water, gases or air and earth back. This is what our body which IS our soul, is doing all the time. And all through this, we are telecasting our love back.

Our world is made up of millions of love made beings, breathing in the love and then breathing it out, producing it out in various ways.

Our potty IS the soil directly.

It gives me such joy to know that since I was born in this lifetime, I have made so much soil; truckloads and truckloads perhaps. I, Cara, 45 years in just this lifetime, I have made the soil of this earth and through it, I have given life to millions of living beings, the worms and bugs of the earth, and so much grass and trees and flowers and fruits – which have fed birds and animals and people; fishes of the rivers and seas where my potty may have gone.

I have spread the joy of my Being, the love with which I burn and because of which I ever exist; in a million directions. Maybe, Ed, my love has some to you as a flower or fruit as I always wished. Literally physically from my body to yours.

Those people who have traveled a lot, Ed, like you, have made a grid without knowing it – there are living beings and earth and soil and crystals all telecasting your joy, your hope, your prayers and your love, everywhere you’ve done potty.

Now imagine, Ed, multiple timelines of us – we have made earth. We have been in the cycle of life.

Somewhere there is a little worm, wanting an energy that is only to be found in a plum. Here, I, feel the craving for a plum. I eat it, and make potty from it. The thugs take the sewage to a river or a dumping place. They do stuff to our potty to decompose it, I believe. Then it goes somehow back to the earth.

And there’s that little worm, with unending faith in God, waiting for that energy that it can only dream of deep down in the earth where plums do not grow; but waiting for a miracle. And there comes the particle of my potty made of plum. The worm is like, “AHHHHH! THANK YOU GOD. AHHHH WOW.” Goosebumps 😂 .

Aforementioned plum of destiny: