In this dream I was a songwriter and an artist. I fell madly in love with you. Do you remember how hard it was? What we went through to find one another? I am always so reluctant to do this over and over again. There is always that fear that I won't find you. Though I always trust the process, still there are powerful illusions in this world. But none could keep me from you. At times I feel like I dug through stone with my bare hands to find you. Other times I laugh at how perfect it all is, and at the worry that I may never lay eyes on you again. How foolish. You canβt separate water from rain.
How simplified human history becomes, when we view it in terms of consciousness development. The real movers and shakers of our species have all been on the same journey - the journey of consciousness development.
I have finally come to the realisation that nothing is truer than our own manifestation. I mean society sucks, everything is backwards and I am awake in a world alone full of ignorant minds, toxic belief systems and sleeping souls. My mind is a bed of soil for me to plant my seeds, I need to keep my soil healthy. I have to water my seeds with actions and in the warmth of presence day by day, I appreciate watching my plants grow. I am fluid, I am objective and I make noise waking the sleeping souls around me as my garden comes to life. Lead by example.
In our hearts, when we choose to see people differently, they start to change. We participate in the healing of people. We can choose to say, 'Somewhere in this person, there is a light, made in God's image.
If a person lacks an imagined goal, or if he forgets it or pretends to forget it, his thoughts will perpetually revolve around his βegoβ.