We have work to do.

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Often listening to another genuinely means looking beneath the words we hear in attempt to truly receive what someone is sharing with us. The highest wisdom is in non attachment to the words we deliver as a means to anything at all, the gift is to let other's words mean everything as we hear them.  Words may not mean a lot but we take them in. In every form they are spoken, sung and even slammed in poetic verse.  Silence for most means isolation of the human spirit and cages the voices ability to define itself, to matter. True, the character of a man is seen in what he does and does not do, what he shares and does not share.  What we must remember is that all this experienced through the eyes of others, more importantly, how what his eyes see, matters to him.  For what good is light if in burns in the deep woods where no one sees it's greatest vision. Or gets to glow in the wake of it's validation and collectivity. That which inflames a man's heart and alerts him to his own awakening must not be hidden nor flicker in it's journey to self, wisdom and truth must be heard.

Trust the universe

What worries us is we are what attached to. Whatever we believe it means or why we believe we need it. This is a human thing, an ego thing. Being who you are is all you ever need to attach to, unconditional love of self. You are perfect. All is correct. Worry tricks us into feeling connected in areas we are not and yet everything is connected. The right things will happen. Trust the universe.

As I continue...

As I continue to take in what is so blatantly exposing, I remain in awe and admiration of just how creative and magnificent the universe presents itself. I fully embrace the "there go I", the collective, the knowing only one, carrying it not too deep in my pocket so as to easily access. The challenges of late have brought wondrous understanding and enigmas, even pain of unique sorts. At the end of this day floating in the no end at all, I simply believe.

Dearest loves, It becomes clearer we are in a constant state of awakening. As we continue to learn through this feeling experience, we remove the layered veils that dim what we have always known collectively. How magnificent a journey back to ourselves, a rediscovery on multiple plains as heightening as we will allow it. We have always cultivated the ALL, echad, The One, needed to continually find our way back to the garden. As the ego allows an ultimate shattering we continue to receive the myth that there is more than the garden, meaning more than that which we already know and that already exists in abundance. With the veil in place we feel limited in our experience. Often we forget to ask for that which we want to bring in and end up in judgement of our measurables. It is only the immeasurable that matter, we assume it is not the roses but the fertile soil that cultivated them. We don't honor the soil or send it as a gift. Only the roses are of measure. Somehow we all received a message that the roses were of greater value. I truly believe we manifest all that is correct, perfect. Although this may be uncomfortable, that too is correct. The task portended to be good enough becomes a farce, non existent when good and bad for that matter cease to crowd our understandings. As we have received a punishing G-d (us) and the statement of likeness we have moved from unconditional love to being good enough or not to receive it. The apple tree asks not for a penny for it's fruit . That's all, that's enough. You have always been good enough, even better through my eyes. Everything affects everything. There is no separation. The rose no greater than the shit from whence it came. Do everything with love, it is the only journey. That's all. That's all there is. How wonderful.