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Truth Sparkles

It is perfectly ok to polish the externals of your life until they shine.

Shiny things are pretty.

They also use their speckles of light to catch your attention and move you away from your Home.

Home is where all things are equal.

There is nothing to shine.

There is nothing to be.

There is nothing to do.

Truth sparkles on its own accord.

 

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Would you believe me if I told you that each of us has a powerful destiny within us waiting for permission to unfold?

I have found when I resist what is the Truth of Me, I have a lot of painful chatter roiling within my mind.  When I let go of how I would like to be different in this world, this is when a modicum of peace comes to me.

I have not fully embraced my spiritual destiny.  This path is hard, but I make it worse by ignoring the sign posts.  When I attempt to create a new path, I end up at a dead end.

A thousand times over.

Apparently, I am a very slow learner.

When I stop judging who I am and what I am meant to be, namely a mystic-minded soul who feels more than she can articulate, my way eases a bit and the path to Truth becomes a little more smooth.

I may still not like this path, but there is less drama.  Less drama means more focus inward.  More focus inward means more peace.  More peace means, well, everything.

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Audience of One

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As a personal self, I am very invested in the success of my words as they show up in the world.  This over-investment in outcomes weighs so heavily on me sometimes my pen becomes too heavy to lift to the paper.  This is when my fear wins and the words stay cloaked inside me and they do no good for anyone.

First things first, I have to honor my personal self’s investment in her writing success.  She was taught over and over in endless ways that what she does is more valuable than who she is.

I have to forgive her for that and then push her forward.  She has to push through rejection, countless unpaid projects and often deafening silence that greets her soul-baring essays.

There is a lot of noise in resistance.

Once I have pushed her through all of that we come to a place of purity where the words flow and heal the writer.

I do not know if she will ever let go of succeeding, but I never want that to impede the true purpose of her writing….

to heal herself.

If we only meet ourselves in the world, then any healing she finds in herself will lead all of us together further down the path of our Great Awakening.

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If you happen to think there is something within you unexpressed whether it’s art, thought, deed or dance, it’s time to let it out.  Be unafraid of the world’s reception of it.

Where does the fear originate?

Not fitting in?

Rejection?

Being alone?

Let me ask you this, by suppressing this within magic, does this support you in feeling alive, connected and whole?  Or do you feel though you are surrounded by many…. few, maybe none, appreciate the truest version of you?

Take some risks.

The anticipation of failure is far worse than anything that may or may not happen as a result.

Even if you fail to a proportion not yet imagined, this would fade with time.

As soon as you read these words and thoughts they are gone from the page.

Maybe the goal isn’t ‘success’ or acceptance.

Maybe the goal should be something more universal.

Maybe the goal should be love.

If we create and express from our true compass of internal light, however it lands in the world is perfect.

Whenever I write I let love lead me.

You can choose to receive it or let it go.

Both responses equal in that they both are impermanent.

If a flutter of love floats near you as a result of my wording or imagery…truth has been served, my purpose fulfilled.  Even if you aren’t ready to receive it yet, the doorway to love may have moved a millimeter towards truth.  All I can do is my work, and if it happens to help you do yours, that’s a natural by-product of the work itself.  It isn’t me, it isn’t you, it’s ALL of us.

I can rest my pen and my heart knowing I tried.

What is trying but another form of illumination?

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