absolutely. we are channelers for the Source; we are that very creation, manifest. i wonder sometimes if my words/works are significant, if my expression of my experience is integral or necessary for any reason whatsoever, and if so, how? it is the messages like yours that remind me why i keep keeping on. your words have also been a source of ease in times when my spirit was feeling less-than, i am happy to be able to read them again. thank you for sharing this with me. sending you healing and love always, beautiful.
"Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.
A mature person does not fall in love, he or she rises in love. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. Now they cannot manage and they cannot stand. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have the integrity to stand alone.
A mature person has the integrity to stand alone. And when a mature person gives love, he or she gives without any strings attached to it. When two mature persons are in love, one of the great paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone. They are together so much that they are almost one. Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. Only freedom and love."
i was just so, so sleepy, on that edge of consciousness right before slipping away into the seas of the finite ever after and my beloved, that man, he goes and tells me things that move me to complete wakefulness and make me want to get on my knees for the first time in a long time and pray prayers of gratitude whatever Source it is for the All that be. love has gifted me a stronger voice to speak when i thought i had lost the words. i now understand that my periods of silence were those of deep, sincere contemplation. my spirit making sense of what is to create space for what will be.
there are few days in which i don’t stop a reflect on the beauty of this existence. the magic of my life magnified and multiplied by the presence of a being i still had the faith to believe in………and there he was.
the other day, in conversation with a beloved homiesisterfriend, i tell her how happy i am to witness her becoming all the time, how blessed i am to know her, you know what she says?
“sometimes i wonder what i did to be so fortunate. must’ve saved someone in another life. you save me all the time.”
it is things like that, and my man saying “thank you,” for things we, as human beings, do not thank each other for enough. perhaps we expect it. maybe we think we are always deserving. i think i believe that—that we are always deserving of the purest, most supreme kinds of love, even when we are at our worst. those are the times when we need it most.
i’ve yet to reach a quarter of my lifetime (or, perhaps i have. though, i believe i will live in this form to a ripe old age of about ninety four or so) and have already experienced a beauty i once believed specific to others—i am not sure whom, exactly, just that it wasn’t for me. that way of thinking is what held me back and kept me down, made me a victim of my own self-perpetuating cycles for a long, long time. then one day, i rose.
we’ve got to stop convincing ourselves that we’re undeserving of the magic and pure enchantment we’ve been gifted the ability to manifest within our realms on the daily.
i thought dreams began after a certain period of time has elapsed—once i reached eighteen, once i graduated from high school, once i finished college. i had the game messed up. cross-country excursions to [re]connect with my love, making travel plans with other light beings in love, my first official position as a teacher, as a facilitator of creation and healing and connecting the youth with their own soul purposes.
this is the dream.
i’ve designed it through my own powers of manifestation.
magic is real.
the birds keep finding reasons to sing. see?