Guarded and Guided... [8.10.17]

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We are all guarded and guided.

Beyond measure or qualification.

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Unquestionable. Certain. Definite. Truth.  As undeniable a force in our lives as gravity.
Or the changing or the seasons.  Or the ebb and flow of the seas or an ever-shifting moon.

There is never a moment when we are alone.

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Never a time or a season when guidance is not readily available to us.

It is what we all seek on some level and yet we so often get it wrong somehow. We look without rather than within for the answer, the teacher, the lesson, the lover, the symbol, the secret, the friend.

When in truth all that we most need is within us.

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Connected.

Pure.

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The wisdom within is available to us with each and every breath we take.  Unhindered by the passage of seemingly leaden seconds and the blinding blur of years that have been and those yet to be.

We scurry and hurry and bustle and worry our lives away.

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We miss the moment.

And in it we lose the opportunity to hear ourselves.

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To seek one's own counsel alone is the most powerful, terrifying, liberating, life-affirming, sacred, gut-wrenching task that can be undertaken during these human lifetimes that we lead.

In the instant we choose to rely on ourselves alone -- and to trust and live out the wisdom our of heart and to honor and commit to the deepest truth of our soul -- we are laid bare and everything shifts.

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We have nowhere to hide. We have no one to blame.

We seek no more advice and spread no more fear. Gossip and dishonesty and pretense fall away.

Raining down like tin pennies on smooth marble. 

The sound they make is without the resounding weight of something meaningful or robust.  

A flat clink rather than a clear metallic ping.

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They fall away.

People fall away.

So much falls away.

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We are reborn. We begin again. We are new.

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We are like the wise old trees that wiggle their toes way down deep in the water table and sigh.

Unperturbed by the cycles of life unfolding far above them because they know beyond all doubt that they are nourished and held gently by a loving Earth. They are rooted and will not fall. The wind is no longer an enemy, but the whispered song of a beloved kindred soul. The rain is not a threat, but a jubilant celebration of the rich gifts of heavens falling. Those who pass through the woods walk among them like pilgrims.

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Reverent.

Reverence.

Reverberate.

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Nothing will ever be the same once you know your depths.  

After you have knelt at your inner waters and bowed down before your all-knowing teacher.

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You are a lone spark of divinity incarnate.

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You are a star walking.  

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You are more than worthy.

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You are pure Light.

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Wake up.

Remember.

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Root.

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Become.

Begin.

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