I decide walk into the temple of union to worship.  I feel some old tradition of staying here to live a life.  But my higher self is whispering to me that the temple is a cacoon, and when the union is firm it is out into the world for me and for you.  Because we are loved, blessed, assisted and the answer to thousands of prayers, we cannot fail if we stay awake.

With you bathing in me, I am tempted to hold this moment for eternity, a piece of me repeating in a loop of profound sensation.  I choose to appreciate the moment as it is, and move forward.  There will always be moments of profound sensation, and this is good.  It is also good to move attention out into the world.  For us to hoard this gift to ourselves is to forget what it is.  Our union is in service to the world.  As we grow in integrity with each other and our connected universes, the nature of this service will unfold into consciousness, and then into physical reality.

I am,
Serendipity

Where the rythm of a million heartbeats stir my soul to stay awake.  I am the space between the moans and laughter, and rippling peals between drumbeat and digereedoo.  The fire burns hot and strong and crackles up into the sky.  The fire is small, growing larger.  I leap into the flame, filling it with all I've got, swirling and whirrling into the sky to laugh out loud to the stars...We have arrived...our DNA is repaired my Loves and we are ready to begin anew!

It is a cold, slippery, point in the sky made of a childs tears and fantasies of razor blades. 

Here in my familiar terrain I have been learning something about how in the end, whatever has happened, in my universe I am the one who will take responsibility.  As I create myself to be this idea, I notice that I am keeping my self lonely for a reason.  Though some have entered into my nightmare-story world for the sheer entertainment value and a heroic notion, they always leave, and they always leave cut and bruised.  I make a decision.

I am giving up my cold, slippery, point in the sky.

As is the way of the universe, the tumblers turn and deliver to me exactly what I need.  Now.  I am viewing a world of abundance where lovers abound, and good men are excited by the light in me.  But a part of me is still standing on my precipice.

I make a decision.  I create abundance.

I am jumping...to my life...not falling, but flying in love.

In my dream, I woke up, hands around the throat of a slippery, bloody, frightened, gollum of a me.  It was trying to get in, and I was struggling with it, holding it without, falling asleep, identifying with it, waking up disidentifying with it.  Then I noticed, that this too, is a part of creation.  And I appreciated it beauty, marveled in the way it faught and quivered.  Now effortlessly and with compassion I held it before me.  I marvled at the peircing scream and at the way my  physical being jumped to take on this aspect.  As I marveled  as the thing dissolved, hair and teeth, and all melting into blood running down my arms.  It sparkeled and runneled down my arms.  As I marveled the blood turned to crystal clear water, gushing down my arms, and now as I breathed in, into spring rain.  Now I notice myself, dressed in flowing white, and ascending the steps to my true home my temple full of sunlight made of stone swirling like milk and water mixing.

Coasting, enjoying the momentum, I am loving every minute of my life.  I effortly manifest prosperity.  I handle difficulties with ease.  I am active, relaxed, and awake, enjoying this amazing work of art we call life.  I dance through the kalaidascope of personalities, showing my faces, loving the faces of others.  I realize myself.

I realize the selves of others.  There is appreciation.  There is this fascination with shiny things.  There is music that melts war. There is this massage therapist showing this Other the way he dances within his skin.

With care I am.  With reverence I walk.  With good humor I shout. With reckless abandon I giggle.

This one is happy.

I visited with my client out at his mini ranch.  Horses and dogs live there.  His wife also lives there.  We laughed together.  We talked about life...about spirit...

Today, we discovered that he knows what love is...

That is something we have in common.