Lessons seeped in from The Age of Miracles by M. Williamson

You and I have been simmering in a Holy Pot–
We’ve had Holy Encounters–
We’ve arrived at a place where we’re
ready to embrace our collective purpose–

How many decades simmering do you have? Four, five, six, or more? Amazing, isn’t it?
I’ve completed five.

In the pressure cooker of society where we’ve been simmering, our selves have had time to merge with the selves of those in the same pot; those of our generation.
Whether we intended to or not, this merging of selves has brought us to where we
are now. It’s no surprise that now our maturity emerges with more sensitivity.

Having gone through this invisible morphosis-of-sorts, it’s appropriate that we seek
out each other and decide on marching forward under the beat of a single heartbeat.
Why?

• Because now, we understand that every encounter is a Holy Encounter
• Because we agree that getting here was quite the trip
• Because we know that we haven’t seen everything yet
• Because the wick on our candles still lights up when we
  imagine the road we haven’t traveled on yet
• Because we’re still breathing, still daydreaming, still embracing life
• Because we’re not done Becoming

But now, instead of taking, taking, taking, we recognize that our purpose lies
in giving back to the world from which we’ve taken so much. And some where
in our core, we kinda remember something about a promise we made.

Let’s Revisit ‘that’ promise

Looking inside the place where our purity lives, we’re met with an old presence
we’ve carried in our hearts for so long — in it is the promise to make our world
a good place to belong. Home.

Thanks to the many lessons that seeped into us, we finally comprehend that if we
treat our world with reverence and awe, that’s what we will receive in return.
That’s the kind of world we want to leave our children, don’t we?

We’ve wanted to do good on that promise, but attempting it alone and failing
discouraged, threw us off balance. Now, we have found our collective balance.
Now we have each other to turn to. Now we can reach for that package.

We dust it off and are reunited with that promise lain forgotten for much of our
busy competitive years. We open it with care on this revisit and realize that we
can no longer suppress that promise.

We have to do it now. And now that we know better, we will do it better because
now we will thread with humility.

Each of us in our diverse cultures and unique communities has incidents where we
feel something has persisted unattended for too long. What is it? Think about it.
There might be a few, or there might be many. Don’t let the numbers overwhelm you.
We will work on them together, one at a time, because now we’re ready and willing.

The gift and the promise were there when we were young, but then we were too
young and too arrogant to appreciate the gravity of the weight of that promise.

Now we know that humility, collectivity, reverence, and grace are the tools that will
get us closer to achieving more.

Let us renew our commitment to the process of life, for when we commit this way,
we will find that life will recommit to us.

Now is the time to burst forth into your greatness — 
a greatness you could never have achieved without going
through exactly the things you’ve gone through. Everything
you’ve experienced was ‘grist for the mill’ by which you
have become who you are.

Marianne Williamson, The Age of Miracles

And we are right on time!

Still, we pray: May the world not blind us

***

Disclaimer: I’m not a musician, nor am I learned in music theory, but 
thanks to Wikipedia, where I researched the phrase for this post,
I learned a lottle about what a tonic note is:
In music theory, a major scale and a minor scale that have the same tonic
note are called parallel keys and are said to be in a parallel relationship.

Main photo by Yan Krukov on Pexels.com
Second photo by Kim Stiver on Pexels.com
Third photo by Selma, for Instagram

Thanks for reading and engaging with me.
We do our best for Gaia, and this generation
and the next generations are sure to follow.
May the blight of the world not blind us.
Blessings to all, #iWishYouMiracles

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