It is so tempting to believe that anyone or anything outside of you knows better than you do what is needed for the ultimate unfolding of your life experience.
It is so tempting to run from your own visceral knowing — from that which is beyond the mind — in favor of the teachings, or opinions of "others".
As if there is some ultimate expertise that is had by some, but not by you.
But my love... that is ridiculous.
The world appears to have some language that you need to decipher, and incorporate, in order to truly understand and to meet your hearts most pure desire...
but it simply isn't so.
There is no authority that stands higher than your own truth. There never will be.
You are the vessel through which all pure and clear directives are deployed.
Your seeing, and becoming, is in perfect time with the rhythm of the pulse that birthed this universe.
I'm not kidding.
Every breath and movement, every "triumph" and "mistake", is a step down into the depth of your loving...
where no mistake is possible.
Where nothing has a name, but WONDER.
You are that.and a bag of chips.
You're the driver and the driven. You're what makes no sense, and perfect sense, all within the confines of an instant.
Tell me how you do that?Tell me the magnificence of your unrequited Being!
Wait not, for some master of your darkness my love, look not, for the map to your gems,
just find, find find
the ONE behind the many.
The unequivocal YOU, of you, that's NEVER,