Let Nothing Interfere With My Divine Right To Feel Peaceful 

For Sarah


At 11:05 am, I stepped onto the dock. I stretched out on my back and put my arms behind my head and crossed my legs at the ankles.

I imagined that the sun was warming me with pure divine light. I saw myself encircled with pure white light.

And the brilliant white light of divine love and protection began to flow through me, filling my cells, my molecules, my central nervous system, warming me to my very core.

And this brilliant white light flowed through my legs, it flowed out of the soles of my feet and into the ground, filling my earth star.

That’s how I become the sun.

When I was there on the dock feeling the sooth of waves on a windy day, I wondered if anyone I knew was lying the way that I had felt compelled to stretch out at that exact time.

Because I wonder weird things like that now that I’ve learned the language of chipmunks and grizzly bears.

Because so much of my life has been metaphor that a part of me wonders when it will begin.

All of the pieces of me have been called home. And I’m working through the lame feeling of shame for having had been careless at one point in my life.

When I look into the mirror now, I say, I love you. Some days I yell it. But I say it. And, miracles.

There have been people who’ve said that I’m lucky to be alive. And those who tell me that I’m stronger than I think. There are those who encourage me no matter what time of day it is.

There have been those who recognize me and try to push me away or to pull me close.

Each reaction is a reflection of me from one dimension or another. Some days a gentle reminder, some a beautiful stoking of the peace that thunders within me with a force more powerful than tsunamis.

All of me is free.

In spiritual truth, I was never bound to anything or anyone in fear.

Author: tendrilwise

Hi, I have a diploma in Journalism, I've published a novel, and I am currently studying psychology. My odd way of viewing the world either gets me kicked out of parties or invited to them. Jenn McKay

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