All I want to do, is give. Not take.
Give without seeking a thing in return. Oh, I’ll get pleasure out of the deal. But, I’ll put a lid on it. Screen out the joy that can overwhelmingly fill me, and direct the bulk of that feeling to another. Deflect it to one needing nurturing that only a mother’s love could offer her youngest child. A beloved mother that listens attentively, never interrupting when all a youngster really wants is for someone to “be there” and let them open their soul and reveal the hurts, the sorrows the pains.
Let me hold your hand, guide you through the Labyrinth of Life, and show you the way to the center of your Being. Unclothe yourself, cast away the gowns you were forced to wear by the ways of the World, and return as that kid in awe of the Light, the Sounds, the pure ecstasy of touch, taste and smell. Grow without ravages of your broken family, a divorce of not only a husband and wife — your mother and father — but a shattering of what family was always meant to be but never materialized beyond the Ozzie and Harriet Nelson family, and Ward and June Cleaver where Father Knows Best on yesterdays’ television. Families became more raucous, like Ozzy and the other Osbourne’s. Fifty percent or more split, taking toll on seven-year-olds trying to sort out their affection for upcoming holidays where mom and dad will never be together again except in a dream. What to do, my poor child?
Let me lay my cape across the perils on the path where you step. Show you a calm and a peace that exists outside of this World. Did I say “Outside?” No. Inside, actually. The place where the Creator performs the greatest miracles. Within you. You can reach it, but it’ll cost you.
Some of your attachments. The ones you think you can’t live without, but have become like an albatross around your Ancient Mariner neck where I-pods, Cable programming and video games demand the groom’s attention. “Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink” as we miss most of Life living an illusion of Society’s making. With our consent, our sign-on-the-bottom line contract agreement to want what everyone else wants at the price of Who You Really Are.
Let me open you to a world where dreams do come true, where everyday can have a happy ending. Where you will find the pot at the end of the rainbow that you’ve been searching for in all in the wrong places. You already have the key to open the treasure box. All you gotta do is “let go” of the old way, and “surrender” the baggage. Get a claim check should its grasp on you prove too strong and you must pick it up.
Awaken the Love in You. The Pure. The forgiven Child who forgives all trespasses. A new you is but a breath away.
Now, inhale. Slowly. Take it in. Feel My Love. Let go. This Love will surround You always. And forever!
Simply open to your true self, Your Higher Self.