A Glimpse into the Soul of Truth

Do you feel the pulse of the Universe, the connection to ALL?

The force of Creation is the ALL in the small.

Truths beyond comprehension; the invisible threads of life and light pulsing and intertwining, connecting all life.

There is truth in equality, nothing more beautiful than the other.

Tears of suffering fertilize the fields of new life.

This is the truth of Nature.

All things die away, surrendering themselves to the alchemy of new life, dying to old forms, submerging themselves into embryonic waters of transmutation.

The soul follows a pathway of both old and new, flowing in, around, and through.

Nature knows no resistance; that is a condition of humanness.

Resistance to what, and for what purpose?

It is never clear until it is crystal clear, sparkling with glimpses of the soul’s illumination, endless BEing, and shape-shifting into evolving light.

The light of a million stars, the crystalline reflection in a summer rain puddle, the glimmer of truth in a child’s wondering eyes, the absence of death, and the inner knowing that death will arise.

Shaded perceptions gripping the fear of uncertainty between white knuckles, and truth gently releasing the grip on knowing, bringing the light of trust and the faith in not controlling.

Do you hear the gentle call?

Believe. The faith of a child in the things unseen.

Infinite potential existing in the gift of curiosity, an all-powerful gift of the present moment experience of reality mingled with mysticism and magic.

A magnetic pull to enter the enchanted forest, both dark and inspiring, a topsy-turvy wonderland of opposites beckoning integration.

Heady circling incense seeping into the darkness, begging “Whooo are Yooo?”

The aroma bringing a tinge of remembrance, an ancient knowing; “It is”, “I am”, and “We are”.

A glimpse into the soul of truth and the truth of the soul, infinitely the same, never changing, and always evolving.

An absence of absoluteness and the absoluteness of truth; faith, hope, and love, but the greatest of these is love.

As all things fall away, the truth of love remains unchanged.

Death, birth, life; all are the same.

Never-ending spirals returning us to the Mother of all Creation; “It is SHE”, “I am SHE”, and “We are SHE”.

The truth of Life, the truth of Love, and the manifestation of Creation; the gift of BEcoming.

Transformation.

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