This is it. Your life. Everything depends on it. Everything. The way you play, play by the rules. Or not. The choices you make, don’t make, make again. You can pass go, get out of jail free, anything you want, but you play this game as if your life depends on it. It does. It depends on how you play. Because if you are wanting to get the most out of it, you’ll be needing to put the most into it. So play, play with every fibre of your being, with indelible grace and unparalleled intention, deep passion, humor, and as many mistakes as possible. And love. Especially love. That’s how you win, you see. Love.
It is important to hold space for yourself, truly hold space for yourself. To look at your hands and say, “I really love these hands.” To look at yourself in the mirror and without flinching, see yourself and tell yourself, “I love this face, I love this body, I love this me.” You must let this resonate throughout every cell of you. It is imperative that you know you are worthy and admirable. Carry it with you into every aspect of your life. Because when you see yourself as the most valuable asset on this planet you have seen the truth. This is not egotism, it is selflessness. Holding space for yourself, granting yourself being-ness, you affect deep change. Practicing unconditional positive regard, for the self and others, grows more of that. It is the kind of love, so powerful, so righteous, it will change the world.
Flash flooding. That’s what the warning said. We went anyway. Into the Joshua Tree Desert. Unaware. Unaware that the rain would drown out the sound of the Sacred Crystal Singing Bowls. Driving rain through the celestial portal, spattering us with divine wet. The drama of God’s Own Carwash threatening to slowly meld our cars, parked side by side, sliding down the muddy lot toward the Main Office of Integratron. From inside the wooden dome, we watched the torrent rip through the house next door. Dogs scrambling to the rooftop, yelping, jumping at the raindrops. The shift, the energy, the catapult and reflection of our inward beings, thundering outside, so sexy, so vital, as if the universe were speaking it directly to us, ‘Rain. Psychic Rain. Be that. Pour from the heavens with your magnificent voice. Wash us clean. Refresh our souls. Releasing all that would hold us back and let us dance. With lightening across our hearts. Strike us alive again.’ Amid the cars honking, waiting for the plow, cheering those who would drive through the riverbed that 20 minutes ago had been the freeway, we drank in the sweet air, eyes to the sky, breathed a cleansing breath, gazing at the tremendous thundercloud still hovering, in awe. To be this alive. Thrilling. To roam the world, not solid, but active, moving without weight, purely spirit, like cloud burst, changing the course of the river and life. Thank you more please.
The world exists as potential and as we experience it, it becomes, comes into existence when we view it. As we view it. We are the causation of the cosmos coming into being. The universe is in actuality, the ‘You’ niverse. Because it is our seeing that causes it to pop into view. That we are able to see, makes it see-able. And that which we are viewing, through the filter of Who Am I, spectrum of light and voice, the song that we sing, is the verse and the you, in the you-ni-verse.