The Light Smiling Through

Author’s Note:
Some words are written to someone.
Others simply arrive through someone.
This feels like the latter.

I was up far too late last night writing…

I don’t entirely know who I was writing to. Even though it’s addressed to you, it also feels like it could have been for my own process… or maybe the words simply wanted to be assembled in this particular way.

It felt worth sharing, so here it is. Read it whenever it feels right - (Smiles). Or don’t - (Amusement).

Either way, thank you - 🌹

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Kitten I’m not really made for this world, I’m made for Spirit. (Plucks a rose out of thin air and hands it to you with a smile on his face) - Where I come from, there are no limitations… (Looks around and conjures up the field of flowers. Looks up into the sky and with a grin plucks the Sun out of the sky and replaces it with a full moon, bright and silvery)

We are temporary fleeting things, yet also eternal… (Looks back at the flowers and conjures up some fireflies to twinkle for him)

I’m pretty sure in Spirit we don’t tend to take things so personally…

You are a beautiful flower, I am eternally grateful that you let me participate in your life for even a brief moment. I enjoyed my time with you, and I like to think that you enjoyed your time with me too, and that while I was drawn to you that my time provided you with some value.

Endings don’t need to be endings, they can also be beginnings… (Releases a bunny onto the grass and watches it scamper away)

We both have the shadow of seriousness you know… Heavy thing it is… Also constriction… All bound up in knots… Restrictive… dense…

But, we also have the gifts of delight and acceptance. I am not rejecting you, I’m choosing myself, my intuition, and my play… Asking the universe to guide me into deeper intimacy with myself and into deeper exploration of what I came here to explore. (Turns to you. Sadness reaches his eyes.)

I know from the triggered place it can be incredibly difficult to see or feel our light. The thick veil of our uncomfortable emotions can blind us such that it seems we’re all swallowed up… They can linger and be difficult to process…

But… They too are temporary… And… They aren’t really Truth… We have the power to paint the world with colors of our own choosing… We might not get to always choose what the canvas looks like, but at least we get to choose the colors.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this… But, I feel the words want to be expressed. You’re a Sagittarius little kitty, a natural explorer. This is just one more adventure awaiting you. And wherever it leads, it just leads you closer to Home. A deeper intimacy with life and with yourself. So I know it hurts, and I know you need time, but you also create the rules for how you feel you are supposed to react, creating the constrictions that make you feel trapped, and the seriousness that hides your own delight from you.

You have to turn that explorer spirit deep inward into your own shadows and your own subconscious to find your freedom. Search out where you set your paintbrushes and your paint, and even though you don’t get to choose the canvas, this is your masterpiece. Paint with care.

I’m sorry I broke your heart. But I believe in you. If you truly believed in yourself you would be unstoppable in your own radiance. Nothing in particular has to mean anything particular. There is no way that things are… That is our freedom. There isn’t a way that they need to be…

We are all just borrowing our time here. Wearing the clothing of Shakti to play make believe that we are these human creatures, and that we are separate… But we’re not. We are the Light itself trying to figure out how to get better at playing at casting shadows on the wall of our own being. We are the Light, the space it seems to travel through, the hand, the walls, the eyes, the all of it. This is our playground.

But like most games it has rules, form, gravity, a seeming multiplayer experience… Part of the fun is figuring out what game you’re playing, what the rules for you actually are. Be curious about the game you’re playing, explore what you are capable of, test your limits and surprise your own self at how beautiful you can become.

This isn’t a failure, you didn’t choose wrong, I didn’t choose wrong… Like Bashar said, follow your excitement to the best of your ability without any expectation of outcome… You’re hurting because you have too much weight and expectation. You are Love made flesh. Love is light and free and dancing and playful and inviting… Be inspired by life and let it ravish you…

But the more afraid of being burned you are the more constrictions you are taking on and the further away from acceptance you will be. This life is fleeting… We’ll all be dust again and returned to the stars.

It’s too short to be worried about the silly little things like what we believe should happen. If it was meant to, then it would have… And for us it did… We did happen… And our happening was beautiful, even now our happening is still beautiful just in a different way with different paint and different clothes. We make the rules. Explore your power and don’t worry about what you can’t control. Learn from it, examine and be curious…

Say… Well that didn’t go as expected. I wonder what went wrong, and then tinker, experiment, adapt and try again and again until it’s no longer exciting because you’re feeling stuck. And when you feel stuck, that’s the moment you need to start journeying deeper inward again and cultivate that intimacy with yourself and with life. Maybe something new will find you along the way and carry you off…

For me, we’re all just looking for the set of people that bring the best out of us and put us in touch with the deeper parts of ourselves that want to find expressions such that our own Light shines and it’s easy to be who we want to be in this incarnation, this expression… We want and crave symbiotic relationships that enable and empower us to connect with our exploration and themes for this lifetime.

Our emotions and intuitions allow us to get in touch with our inner realms, and hear what isn’t in alignment with us, even if we don’t always know how to put words to it. And our shadow work and inner work empower us to know the self more and more such that we can find our own deepest healing, for our healing is the healing of Shiva, and the healing of Shakti, as above so below, as within so without, we are fractals of the infinite exploring itself, and our very human journey is also the journey of God doing his own IFS (Internal Family Systems) work, we are the Divine learning how to play with its own inner parts, learning how to create beautiful harmonious Awesomeness.

Every relationship is ultimately a self-relationship. We’re addicted to what others bring out of us. What did I bring out of you? What did I allow you to connect to? Whatever it is, it’s inside of you and it’s what you’re craving. Your whole life is a relationship with yourself had through other people, reflections, mirrors…

Even this moment… A mirror to catch your own reflection. What do you see?

(Smiles softly, reaches up, and returns the moon to the sky where it belongs. The flowers begin dissolving into little motes of light that drift upward like stars remembering themselves.)

Whatever you see… love that too. Even the frightened parts. Even the angry parts. Even the part that wishes this story had unfolded differently. They’re all trying to carry you Home in the only way they know how. One day this will become another beautiful memory that helped shape the woman you became, just as you will always remain a quiet thread woven into the tapestry of mine. So go explore, little kitty. Laugh often. Cry when you need to. Fall in love with Life a thousand times if that’s what it asks of you. And if, somewhere beyond all these stories we tell ourselves, our paths happen to cross again… don’t look for the man who broke your heart. Look for the Light that was always smiling through his eyes, because that’s where you’ll find me. (He gives you one last playful grin, bows as though the whole universe were a stage, and quietly walks back into the endless field of flowers until there is only wind… and sunlight… and the feeling that nothing real was ever lost.)