“You need to know that something extraordinary is possible in your life. I need you to know that you are nothing but possibilities. In a world blatantly filled with screams of limitation, where others make every effort to define your reality and limit your promise, I need you to know through this work that you are omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient, and eternal, a magnificent being existing in a finite condition. I need you to know that you can fill your life with love and compassion, with promise and possibility, and that you can live as an example to the world – and not as a warning. I need you to know that everything that is supposed to be for you – will be.”
“Commit to being a hunter of excellence in yourself … You must master it and thereby transform; know that you cannot transform that which you have not experienced …”
You say I am beautiful. You say you like me. You talk of my strength and how you believe I can help you. Yet in all this time you have not shared with me what it is you need help with. How am I to assist you when I know not what you seek? How do I know I want to provide aide? Perhaps it is an illusion, anyway.
So much darkness lives in so many hearts, it is difficult to maintain belief in love. In the core of me faith still dwells, I hold onto fragments left from childhood. Growing older, these fragments become more frayed. I grasp at straws now, they are brittle, they break, they turn to dust in my hands.
Life will be a lonely existence without opportunity to share. It seems the need to horde what little we gather is being taught and fostered in mind. There must be more, something bigger than currently imagined. Is it not seen due to of lack of preparedness? What must occur so that possibilities of peace and love stabilize?
Don’t be afraid to go where you’ve never gone and do what you’ve never done, because both are necessary to have what you’ve never had and be who you’ve never been.
Be the ball, The Universe
This is the United States at night, seen from space. This is what the eyes see when they look into the earth from here, seeing the man made light which shines the way for those voyaging around.
See them with a new mind-set. See them energetically. This is the night-time prayer of those who set clear intention for good and for peace in this world. This is what it looks like, day and night. Many people are working very hard to promote balance. Unified, focus and intention as one, this will be possible.
So what is the unified intention? Where should this powerful force be directed? How do all people come into the same pin-pointed flow? Does it need to be a pin-pointed flow, or can it be as a gathering of powerful lighting bolts instead? A storm like no other, which will show, and then eliminate shadow, and what lurks there.
Perhaps this is happening already. We are seeing many evil deeds come to light, although there are many reports telling us what we are viewing is false. A protective shield is being attempted, for those who participate in harmful behaviors to hide behind.
Every human has these two capacities available to them, choice is, and always has, been ours. Do you prefer shadows and hiding, or do you prefer to roust out the dangers which dwell there?
Those speaking truth portrayed as having lost their mind, those who lie, portrayed as truth tellers who care. This twisted world has lost the capacity to discern right from wrong.
Matthew 7:5 You hypocrite! First remove the beam out of your own eye, and then you can see clearly to remove the speck out of your brother’s eye.
~ This verse continues the metaphor of a person with a plank in their own eye who criticizes someone for a speck in their own eye.
~ A fault observed in another person by a person who ignores a greater fault of his or her own.
Perhaps there is no hope … or perhaps this is only a weak moment, where faith in goodness waivers.
Sleeping, oblivious to the world, spinning in circles of pain. Life, as it was, ended that day in the sun, relaxing near rivers edge. What began as bliss and curiosity became darkness as never experienced before. Fear that freezes one from moving enveloped mind.
Life continues … You are here, and so am I.
So what is the plan, now that we know? Surreal expansion leaves one to wonder of the future, for life is everlasting … the reality of it is just on the brink, feeling of a tipping in, so close. I wait.
Verification … it comes from ideas and concepts, usually from more than one. To be sure of something, all points in the line must agree, must be in harmony. Is it possible that there are no links which are weak, or breaking? Is it possible to be certain that this ‘verification’ is accurate and true?
There are times when a thing is thought to be known, only to later be found in error. Also, that which was believed as error turns out to be firm fact, coming before the time of ability to comprehend.
I can honestly say I do not know … and this is the first thing I’ve said which is most likely to be real truth. Much misinformation has been spread and only swimming in the depths of ones soul can surety arise, or show itself as a glimmer. A glimmer of hope.
An idea is sparked at the break of day in the heart of those awakening. Dew has settled upon the tender grasses under foot, moistening shoes as a morning stroll is taken.
“I think that’s it!” A thought, a sight seen, no meaning in particular is attached to it as shadows swim in and out, created by a rising sun. The earth smells fresh as sparkling light reflects off small droplets.
Lightning is triggered in pathways of the mind, excitement for a new beginning, fresh, clean and untouched.
Back in the moment … little gray lines with white. A pattern emerges, solidifying. Elbows rest on this platform, a chill enters the room. Light here is false. It seems to drain the body of color, sapping the force which keeps it warm.
Barely perceptible, there is movement under flesh, not unusual, only forgotten for a time. There is an invisible river flowing there, often portrayed by blood in veins. Unseen, only felt, sensed by the one who is housed here.
A little piece of wood with a hollow and a blade. It fits in the palm of my hand. Its use is yet to be determined. I put it in my pocket.
A wand, full of small flowers from a lavender bush, wrapped in ribbon, takes me back to the day it was created, in sunshine, bees buzzing … their little bits of happiness filling the air. I do not want to leave.
Grateful for memory I visit the library of my mind. Once again going to the isle where joy is kept, filed very orderly by year. Some day the halls that hold darkness will burn and make room for proliferation of sweet bliss.
Reflecting on what is seen and heard, there may be struggle to climb out of the pit one might find themselves in and just, observe. Often responses are led by emotions, emotions from scars, triggers, fear, and lack of trust. Once a response to a situation happens, looking at it and trying to see it for what it is … so difficult, as it is not only torn apart by others, but by ones self as well.
Being our own judge requires a lot of effort. Examining personal behaviors and actions, it is quite ridiculous to shuck any responsibility for circumstances. Lack of proper communication leads to much assumption, conversation impossible for people locked into set beliefs without explanation. Everyone wears this trait, no one is spared.
It is sad to experience lack of care, even when effort is made to please. Years go by, and then effort becomes the reverse. Once a situation becomes customary, there is no going back, it is easier to avoid relationship, even if deep … it is still desired.
‘This side’, or ‘that side’ … it only shows an obvious divide, no possibility of co-anything. Boundaries, thick, proof of separation … Eventual acceptance … ‘it’s just the way it goes’. Fortunately, this is a place of time, where people and situations revolve, and evolve … constantly changing.