There is no great dark spirit, no unholy magic that looms across the sky; theres only you. And me. There is no great golden light that blesses you and not another; there is only your own greatness, and mine: the same innate intelligence and brilliance that holds the sun in the sky, that sprinkles the starlight, that spins the earth. Call it God if you want. That is the light you are seeking, and it is ecstatic, pulsing wildly within you, cracking the stucco of the decorative walls you’ve built around it. It taps out the stories of your wildest dreams, your most innate desires in Morse Code translated into the language of symbols you dream in the deep night. When you put down the heavy load that you carry, you will have space to pick up the diamonds and gold of your inheritance. When you let go of it all, when you are stripped naked in the golden sunshine, you will become what you are and wonder how it was even possible for you to stray so far from your wildness and freedom. How is it possible that you traded away your liberty, your Divine Identity for so little? You will know your calling and be compelled into the service that turns your heart into butterfly wings, flapping wildly in the sun. Your blazing sun-star spirit will turn all lies to ash. You will sing, and torches will ignite. You will cry and the earth will heal. The call in you will amplify the call in others, and the deaf will hear and the blind will see. There is no other life, only dark dreams of fog and drizzle, hateful winds and violent seas. You have been there long enough. Come out of there. Come alive in the light of your own being. The resurrected are the only ones who can raise the dead-before-death. That’s you, my loves.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 19:13:07 +0000
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