We resist, like crazy, our Divine Destinies….for the most part. Some people do seem to have no resistance to their magnificence, but the majority of us fight kicking, screaming into our greatness, as if we are the bastard heirs to our banished thrones, and the crown had been dented.
Why is it so hard to believe things can be amazing, and we can be singled out to do wonderful things which are designated for us and us alone? Are we not all emanations of God?
Then why would we be up to any less than magnificent expression? Astounding creativity? Ever watch, I mean really watch the clouds effortlessly drift into a myriad of shapes and vistas across a rain-lit sky? Who paints like that? We all do…where have I buried my paintbrushes?
Under a pile of lies and recriminations so thick I need a magnifying lens to recognize myself. The beautiful thing about magnifying lenses is, when the sun shines through them, enough heat is illumined and generated to start an immediate fire on whatever they are focused on….and then it burns.
A fire….. just like that…I like that.
I like that because….. I am that.
And so are you.