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An extraordinary life is most often lived, for all intents and purposes, within an ordinary expression. That which distinguishes it is not readily seen. Yet that is of no consequence at all. That you lived it. That is its purpose. And yours, forevermore. Blessed be, my Loves.

If it brings joy to your heart, and equally peace to your soul, then that is exactly what you should do, say, or be... Eternally.

The greatest gift that you can give to yourself is to accept that you cannot ever be defined. For from that release, you are freed, as is all that you would believe others believe you to be.

Time is not an absolver of prior occurrence. It is a flow that erases that which was to open space for all that can be born, expressed or experienced. As such, time but does the bidding of God, which is to say, it moves into the present, thus obscuring that which was... always

The greatest, and perhaps the last, artifice of the ego is to continually and endlessly insist that higher dimensional spaces of contemplation are divorced from commonality. They are not. To be able to integrate 3D existence, from a wider perspective, is Grace given unto Itself

Perhaps the greatest, most malformed and presumptive aspect of true ascension is that it is, somehow, sacrosanct. To grow beyond an illusion is not to be freed of it. It is to live within the shadow play, whilst believing none of it. To participate while embodying endless Love

Choice embodies all that is eternal. You cannot choose that which occurs. To be able to do so contravenes chaos. Yet you can elect your reaction, if any. That embodies free will. All that transpires outside of choice is chaos. All that you can choose is all that you control

When I tired of speaking about Love, publicly, I wondered. Had I regressed? Had I lost my muse? No. There were far more levels to which I'd not surrendered. Love is no contemplation. Love is action and, equally, a being that needs no justification. Love is best when lived.

The totality of Creation is not, so much, an expression of gratitude as much as it is a living and contiguous whole with all that is so seemingly disastrously conjoined with the chaos of material existence. 5D awareness does not diverge from 3D. It integrates... and transcends.

The singularity of Love, as the only valid lodestone of existence within an embodiment of expression that I utterly failed to understand, was always a singular abstract. Yet, as I begin to understand its applicability to literally everything… I realize its true universality.

I declare freedom from pain, for pain could never show me Love I declare freedom from judgment, for judgment could never reveal what Love is I declare freedom from fear, for fear knows nothing of Love I declare my freedom from all bonds... For Love bids that I begin... Anew.

All forms of intoxication are but the most meager substitution for the peace that accompanies contemporaneous equanimity.

If ever you should wonder if what you wish is in alignment with God, ask but this: Does this require force? If it does, it is not of God. For all that is the Will of God is effortless, Eternally. All else is ego. As such, all that is else can be safely discarded. Eternally.

The only choice more delusory than allowing fear to rule your heart is to believe that it was ever large enough to fill the place that only Love can truly encompass.

Death is without meaning... For it is all that transpired before it was time to leave that contained every moment of the Love that was ever needed, requested, or desired.

All choices are but one choice. The choice is but thus: Is this Love... Or is it not? This choice defines all. Choose Love. Always and forever.

You don't have to be perfect here. You are simply asked to be perfectly here.

That which was first Created cannot never be destroyed. It can change form, be transmuted, reconfigured or altered in an infinite variety of forms and presentments. Yet... that which Love creates... Remains Love, forevermore.

Every day... Is the perfect day... To begin again.

There's nothing to rail against, as it may be gone... instantly. There's nothing to chorus about, as it may be gone... instantly. Beyond the vicissitudes, there is Peace. But that... That is only available when everything else is given over to God... Forever... and always.