In the eternal now, we inhabit this body for but a brief span. The illusion of days, one separated from the next into light and dark periods, cascading into an illusion of an end, impels us to act to fulfill some idea of a goal, like runners dashing for a finish line. But, there is no line, there is no end. We move from one experience to the next, from one body to the next, from one side of the veil to the other, not realizing when we are on this side that the other exists. Then, when we sit in the quiet moments, we remember, believing we are imagining places and people we have never known in this lifetime. We meet someone for the first time and recognize his or her spirit. We visit a place we have never been and feel welcomed home. Living within the Creative Spirit, we seek answers, not quite knowing the questions, not realizing that simply being here and now fulfills the purpose—to embody and express love on this plane. Namaste! https://www.tobiehewitt.com/contact.html to join my mailing list. (Art by Joy Argento; https://www.redbubble.com/shop/artbyjoy)
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