It is raining here. All morning we could feel the skies rumble with this approaching storm. The house shook and our cat moaned. It was dark and we could not see the clouds move in. But we knew. When it broke at daybreak, we all relaxed. The cat curled up and finally slept, calm again. We all settled comfortably in to another day of familiar.
Most days now feel anything but routine. There are spaceships in our skies, brutality from our police force, criminals in our banks, corruption in our government and discomforts in our bodies. We cannot necessarily see the approaching changes, but we know something is coming. We look forward to the day when we once again, can settle in to the familiar.
Yet it is not so much the familiar that we are yearning for, but the wonderful. It is from that state we have come and it is to there that we are trying to return.
You know the way, and once you arrive it will feel like home. Not, perhaps, the home of your very human childhood, but the home waiting for you in the state of wonderful. You will get there with love.
When searching fearlessly within, you discover your truth. You are more than a man or woman, brother or sister, father or mother, sister or brother, doctor, teacher, librarian, student, lawyer, electrician or business owner. You are beyond beautiful and greater than any championship. These human roles are costumes; what’s real is beneath the mask. You are so much more than you pretend to be.
