What Was In That Apple, Really? [1]

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Ida Lawrence [3], Contributor
Waking Times [4]

There are times when we say, “No one will ever truly know me but me.” I suppose those are the moments we would call lonesome or melancholy. Still, when it comes to being known, we may shut down a little too quickly. I think there is more ‘knowing’ going on than we realize, considering how our individual universes intermingle, when we love.

Our joy is found in creating, and we offer our creations to others of the One that is all of us… for the good, we intend, to heal our separations. As we talk about oneness and even attempt to live in alignment with the concept, it’s obvious that thousands of years won’t be overcome in one giant leap. Respect is a great place to begin, though.