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There are days when the dust of drying old structures and the echos of words said to conquer, and not to love, still settle over my path; and although the lighthouse in my heart still shines on it, I find it harder to figure out where my next step will be. And sometimes the slippery fear patterns try to seduce me on their negative spiral, or at least leave their trace on my soul.
And then there are days when my Ego sees the evidence of what is truly worthy and remembers that the belief in separation is pointless. In those days I step into the Knowing contained in my Dream. It is then when everything makes sense, all at once, in the most overlooked of layers of reality.
Contemplating the warmth of the blood in my veins against the cold rain outside.
The way my watercolor set looks through the empty water jar.
This moment unfolding into the future and the past.
Versiunea în română: https://soulpatterns.wordpress.com/2013/10/06/printr-un-borcan-de-sticla-gol/
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Multiple Moment – Dream
Before all this existed, all this was a dream.
There’s a type of feeling like something’s missing, one that can’t be relinquished with money, things, food or people. When you get to that point, it’s time to silence the chatter of life and the world, for a shorter, or longer minute.
There’s a dormant dream inside your deeper self, you can find it in the magnificent silence of the depths of your being, and in the same time scattered around in every cell of your body.
You know what it is, by the things that make you come alive, the words you choose to listen to, the people you choose to love, the patience you have with only some things, the places you go to every day, the ones you can touch and the ones you carry with you in your heart.
That dream is always with you and always will be. In everything you did or didn’t, in all the actions you will or not choose to take. Follow its guidance, it will take you places you never even dreamed of. Ignore it, and it will hunt you like a ghost. Moment by moment, week by week, year after year, it will ask for your permission to come alive, and saying “no” to it will feel like dying a little bit inside.
You can forget your dream, but the dream doesn’t forget you.
Your dream lives inside you, the way the Earth lived inside the veins of the Universe once. It’s there.
Versiunea în română: https://soulpatterns.wordpress.com/2013/09/14/visul/