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Those Days

Those days were a gift from the gods.

Those days when we went into our heads and we second guessed every pointer and sign post on our roadway to everywhere.

Those days when we used our words as daggers to keep each other out and at arms length for fear of losing our self.

Those days when we drew from each other and met each other in realms beyond this one - not knowing the how, the why, the who of any of it.

Those days when we layered words upon words and mused at the future that was speaking to us through the leaks in our own resistance.

Those days when we kept choosing fear and insecurity.

We forgot to look at the hazardous waste and toxic warning signs.

But it was worth it.

The shedding, the releasing, the letting go of everything embedded in the matrix of our being that was born of misconceptions, that was born of all the fictitious somethings we believed ourselves to be.

It was worth it to see the emptiness
It was worth it to feel the fullness
It was worth it to see the power of our own spinning
The madness of our own doing
It was worth it.

Even when the light show in our eyes gave it all away, it was worth it to not know it then.

Even when the energy that filled the room, spoke volumes of who we are, it was worth it to be overwhelmed and overtaken by it.

It was worth it, because all of that is what got us here. What got us here in our expanded connectivity, in our inexplicable magnetic symmetry, in our timeless form of the One we have always been.

It was so worth it.
It is all so worth it.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
And yet we've always known it.
And yet we've always been it.
And yet we've always been Here.

Ain't it all just a wonder of wonders ~


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