Like the rain here this morning, readership is steadily increasing and very welcome. It’s interesting that as more people read this blog, I struggle with why I do it. I love to write. I also write to love. I can do both more effectively if I get out of my own way.
I am my ego, and sometimes she is roaring. It feels great to have recognition, yet that is not the point. The point is love. I started writing in earnest six years ago, as a method of transformation. I discovered I had access to a deeper and wiser part of myself there. She is a part of me that I don’t want to lose touch with.
Yet there are times when she sits in the background while I strut around, basking in self-importance. She doesn’t say anything, but waits and watches. Her expression is contemplative. She knows self destruction is coming. She can wait. This ego roar cannot sustain itself long.
When my ego roars, it’s so loud I can’t hear myself. If you’ve ever heard the roar of a lion, you know the volume and range it commands. For that moment it is the only sound. You never forget it. This ego noise is similar, yet it leaves a sort of hollow ring. You may remember hearing it, but its meaning escapes you.
I am not here to roar, I’m here to love. There is a ripple effect. Eventually, everyone is breathing the same air and feeling the same love. That’s how it works. To focus on numbers is to become enmeshed in the illusion. We are not these bodies; they exist as a vehicle for our light.
We get caught up in the drama so easily here. It’s a constant chorus of better, worse, more, less, right, wrong, good, bad, beautiful, homely, popular and unpopular. The volume is deafening. It’s a great show and there are some who came only to watch. Not us. We are here to bring in some light. Our purpose is love.
In my dream (L.O.H.) several nights ago, there were none who shone any brighter. It was our combined light that formed a cushion of love. We easily supported each other. There were no illusions of self-importance – the One trumped all.
This is why we are here, and we can feel it when we hit that note. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.
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Balancing Act
At first I felt just like I was doing a balancing act, how to react to things, how much, how little. How not to be judgemental.
I have found it is all getting easier as I keep myself more intune and grounded to Mother Earth thru my meditation and prayer. A very wonderful calm has come over me, a peace if you will. I am much more centered. I can observe an awful lot of life and just let life happen.