The nature of the awakening is that we are pulling each other, lifting each other, and helping one another. We are inspiring and loving and giving each other the gift of remembering. The ability that we have within us, to know and understand how to create the existence we perceive, is being remembered. Awakened. Rebirthed. Remembered. Renewed. Reimagined with the eyes of our former selves and current heart. Our souls are being encouraged by like-minded souls. Our hands are being held by those on similar paths. We are moving together toward an existence that is far greater than our current minds can comprehend. The beauty in this is that we are creating this together. We are working together with varied skills and languages and visions, to build and manifest the world as we would like to see it. There is great power behind our words, thoughts and speech. Now is the time for us to quiet the mind, listen to the light and our inner rememberings and view the world with the eyes of a child: New. Possible. Loving. Limitless.
Move forward with light, with love, and with incredible openness.
It was there in the moonlight, gazing at the starry sky that I first felt it. Time stood still and the light shining in the distant galaxies was calling me home – pulling me higher. My body was anchored to the boulder atop the mountain on which I sat, but my soul was soaring. Voices and memories were pulsing through my veins as if they had been there from the beginning and reminding me with each breath and heart beat that we are as one.
Finally I was given a glimpse of what I had been seeking. That longing that had been pulling on my heart strings, knotting in my throat and ringing in my ears had found its source. The sky. The beyond. Somewhere in the darkness and the twinkling of faraway stars and planets. Past the black holes, comets and solar systems. Farther still where sound and light and fantasy shift into a new language undecipherable to my mind. Yes, it is there where my longing lies. Somewhere my mind cannot explain, nor my memory attempt to fathom. There in that place lies a piece of me, every bit as connected as the brown in my eyes and the heat on my breath. Part of me there is reaching out, longing to connect, wanting me to listen.
With open mind, heart and soul I listen. Now, I listen.