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You have to know there was magic in the moment and space of your making.
And you have to know it never left.
It is there, every breath.
You only changed your perception of it. You only forgot how it feels for a while.
But it’s there, eternal, waiting for you to see it with your heart again.
Bliss. Grace. Power.
You are of it.
I came across this quote in my Facebook feed:
Awakening is about cleaning our filters, so that we can actually see that which is real, that which is eternal, that which is forever. The presence of God, the presence of beauty, the presence of love.
Michael Bernard Beckwith
As I was reading it, I ran my fingers through my hair, it’s a reflex I have acquired, because I hate it when random loose hair strands hang from my hair, which probably happens more than it should, because I was dealing with a lot of stress until recently… lol. And I pulled out two hairs, one light brown, one transparent white.
No, this is not an age actualization post. I do not fear getting older. I might not like it, but fear is not associated with it in my mind. I know that health is attainable at an age, far greater than what we know today’s standards to be. It’s just a matter of coming in contact with the right information at the right time, and being able to apply it.
Speaking about time, what struck me was the timing of the word “eternal” and that white thread that’s an indicator of some processes in the body starting a different phase. And how color disappears, slowly from our being, forcing us to a new awareness, of what it is to be human. I just thought: at some point, I will be that elusive “eternal”, I will be it and there won’t be any “I” in it.
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you only have to look at the evolution of the concept of beauty over time, to realize you never really get it done. you’ll never run out of ideas and things to do, and ways to improve everything that ever existed under the sun. rules and standards are temporary, the waves of inspiration and possibility never subside.
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Time. Words. Material. The abstract world is always stronger before it starts to die away.
We are structured light. Never finite. Always traveling.
Become aware of your inner map being a reflection of the whole Universe. Ask yourself: “how long can I go without knowing who I am?” We are eternal mirrors of each other, but reflections serve only as reminders that we also poses an inside world, and in it we speak all languages, we keep all dreams, we know all there was and will be. There are no secrets to the soul, unless you try to live substituting the mind to it. The heart knows. Always knows. Always knows.
Allow. Love your fears and they will grow into butterflies of hope. Everything transforms. And every intention, set or withheld, will pave the way of that transformation. That is the point of your ability to influence how your outer world builds around you. The many layers of this world are a reflection of all that we poses inside. Until we collapse onto ourselves and dissolve the fleeting structure that was meant to evolve, we have a choice.
We are forced towards ourselves more and more, with each sunrise, each revolving of this spaceship we’re on. From continents and nations, to the nearest places of need and grief, affirmation and connection, expression and pleasure, to our personal and collective spaces, our families, our children, we expand our consciousness, ultimately forced to asses the resonance of it all within. And we know all that would disappear in its perceived form, if for a while we would stop from breathing.
We started out as drops of water and stars dust, vibrating at the sound of light.
We are growing apart from our fears and illusions. Power is nothing, if not another name for Love.
We are the miracle threshold between the non-existent and memories.
All it takes is one tiny thing that brings you true joy. One thing to bring you a sigh of relief, because it reminds you of the wonder of the world.
Food For Soul:
p.s.: above are small jars of devilishly delicious cherry and lemon jam – just fresh fruit and sugar and a splash of water, if you ever wanna try them.