Breath of Heaven

Writing is my grounding. It’s my heaven-meets-earth touchpoint. When I ignore it, it bleeds into the areas of my brain controlling my presence, making my world overly mental, unable to shake the demands until pen meets page. It’s as if my self-expression lives in another reality, maybe another dimension, and I struggle to fit it into this already overflowing pot of thoughts. I wonder: Who cares? Well, I do. I’m the one who daily feels this push/pull of unfulfillment when I am not writing. I’m the one staring at this list of potentials unwritten, readers as ghosts.

I am finally beginning to move forward under the new assumption that everything I express publicly is received by my soul mates. If I assume they are there just looking for the same encouragement that I am, the validation that All Is Well and that it’s not only OK to love and be yourself, but that in fact the goal of realizing that truth on a moment-by-moment basis is the most important and earth-changing thing anyone can do.

My embodiment of the transformation from self-destruct to self-love is my gift to humanity, and it sends a vibratory ripple across Earth. I see this occurring in my mind’s eye. I see the swift brightening of the glow of love encircling the entire planet. I see my perception change to expand and hold more love, and by virtue of my ability to recognize this, other humans instantly become equally capable. And at their next opportunity, they see this themselves and likewise further expand, enabling others to continue the momentum in infinite, beautiful geometric patterns of relationship and experience.

One of the visions that I continually receive and grow in my understanding, meditative moment by meditative moment, is the vision of Earth as an infinitely faceted diamond in which each human is a reflective facet continually interacting in cyclical patterns with the others, and each one is a vertical pillar of light stemming from the core of the earth in a spiraling helix toward the heavens, and the dark outer void exists as vastly as we are able to perceive it, but ultimately it is overflowing with traits we are not yet built as humans to comprehend, and so we only see the markers of light they leave behind for us like breadcrumbs on a trail of eternal knowledge.

My openness is enhanced by my voice. My self-love is the foundation on which my communications regarding the collective consciousness are supported. My deep knowing that all humans are worthy and capable of accessing the abundant wealth of universal love is the driving force behind my beckoning of you, the reader, to step into stillness and acknowledge the everlasting peace of All That Is within your own heart.