Even now, Christine, as so many dreams of yours are in the midst of coming true, know that I have dreamed even BIGGER and BETTER for you than you can now comprehend.And my thoughts become things, too –The Universe
I know it’s not really the Universe, I’m not a toddler…but it’s lovely to get these messages.
How nice, to have support. I don’t care where it comes from.
I love all the new friends I have made this year. The writing community feels like home to me. I never fit in, as a visual artist. I was never cool enough. Not that I am cool now, but I’ve found my people.
It’s just the best feeling.
Then there’s this one…
If speaking to a spiritual novice during the darker days of human evolution, Christine, one might explain God, metaphorically, as if “He” were angry, testing, and judgmental.To someone a bit more savvy, during easier times, one might explain God, metaphorically, as if “She” were always loving, nurturing, and forever conspiring on your behalf.And to someone on the verge of a total breakthrough, during the latter days of human evolution, one might explain God by asking them to turn up the music, take off their shoes, walk in the grass, unleash the dogs, free the canary, catch a breeze, ride a wave, dance every day, get up early, take a nap, stay out late, eat chocolate, feel the love, give stuff away, earn it back, give some more, and laugh…. Really.Really, really.Catch a breeze, Christine –The Universe
This wouldn’t have made a lot of sense to me a few years ago. Then I found the work of Jean Gebser. If you want to push the envelope that your brain is in, read this...