CONFESSION ZERO

Goodness is permeating across the globe. Love as a collective consciousness is in full bloom. It's up to me what I permeate, what I put out, what I give. If my belief permeates noise and suffering and fear and anguish, then I will surely reap what I alone have sewn. Today it is evident, if I choose to see, and I have, that hard on the heels of all unrest is an illuminating resurgence of pure Love. If I’ll embrace this mystifying affection, accept it as a personal truth and begin my walk with Love, without prejudice, without judgment, I’ll begin to see this; my newfound purpose, my freshly risen consciousness, an innate and inextinguishable Love resonating and returning tenfold carrying the familiar blooms of goodness. Love blossoms no less than a carefully tended houseplant or a child wrapped in a mother and father’s embrace. Love is a natural growth, stunted only by disbelief, by arrogance, by following without truly joining its affection. The inheritors of Heaven must lo

I’m being called to write this. It is not mine to keep. I would prove a coward and a hypocrite if I held it only for me. The veil has been lifted and now I see. Noise, that I alone placed upon my cherished mask, proved too heavy to lift in my blindness. This plane of existence freely breathes with Love and Life and I can realize it if I but recognize my purpose. My motive should be love, the love of all singular belief and the love for all brothers and sisters, for kinship. I will love all and I will be a thoughtful steward, that eternal life might persist with me at hand. I cherish my individual thought, as it should be, so the collective spirit might thrive in my absence and, in turn, assure the communal spirit’s eternity. I’m being called to write this. It is not mine to keep, it belongs to me, but is not of me, it is mine, but it is also the mountains, the trees, the animals and the spirits. It is mine to shape, mine to hold, to share, but not mine to demand. We’ve each our