It seems going through my head are many things connecting to all things. Nothing stands alone. I am not sure where to begin, if there is a beginning. Perhaps that is what we have to learn, that there is no beginning and no end. It can start anywhere for me and therefore anywhere for you. And that is a big, a huge morsel to swallow.
For me a big deal. Because with every thought, I am hesitating with even telling or sharing anything without a prelude. And if I don’t explain, then what I say has to stand alone and make some sense. Otherwise we are reduced to groans and hums. The question then should be, does it matter?
If you care enough to question why? then it matters. If not, take it from where you stand and run with what you have in hand and head. It will be enough for now. Later may require something more.
I read last night a scribing of June 27, 1991 (yesterday quantum time) that the purpose of life is not meant to be happy. It was meant to be lived and learned from. I came to Earth with that knowledge, dragging a foot from my last world. It was not meant to be a comfort ride through life.
Already there was confirmation that the twig was already bent and would continue to grow. That’s what I mean about connections. The Nazarene said ‘as the twig is bent, so shall it grow.’
Too many think we are a clean slate to be written on. Some are and they are newbies to this classroom. Too many problems are created by thinking we all are newbies. For those of us with histories, each lesson with synergism, integrates. We are the hair pulling parent claiming ‘I treat them all the same!’ And followed by ‘I don’t know where she/he learns that’!
I look at the national scenes of the insurrection against our democracy and the souls who trampled our Constitution, breaking the windows of our governmental house, searing the eyes of the child holding the book telling us how humanity is special. I hear the child question his mother asking why daddy is mad and what means elite? . . .
Pictures easily show what we are not part of and demand little from us. Words demand work from us. Undeniably we have seen our devices of entertainment evolve to become weapons of war. Devices evolve but not the human hands holding them unless the hard work of thinking be done.
When thought has us asking heart questions, the Divine Within already nudges us with answers. Our children are reading the books giving them the right words to ask the right questions.
Please be the right parents for them. They chose you by heart.