Imagine.

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You are Home.  

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It is the most beautiful, safe, place you ever could be.

 

You are standing in a summer-lit meadow of wildflowers in infinite colors.

 

All your favorite colors glow around you. 

 

The sun shines warmly but gently on your shoulders and face.

 

When you close your eyes, you can see the light shining through your eyelids. 

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You can hear bees humming.  The low rumble of the bumble bees and the little nectar song of the honey bees.  

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You can even feel the lightest whisper of a butterfly's wing on your cheek as it flutters ever so near.  

 

The smell of this summer land is the smell of a thousand beauties.  Manzanita, with their soft pink bells, warming in the sun.  Golden dried pine needles upon the warmed summer earth.  A river freshness of stone and clear, rushing water.  A warm, slow wind of nectar and color.

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You feel full of light. 

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And free.

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You open your eyes and find that there are others here with you.

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You feel surrounded, though you did not notice it at first.  

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They are brightly lit with golden light.

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You feel a soft, windsong of love from them curl into the seashell of your ear and you know they are your family.  Your family of invisible ones.  Working from Home and Always For Your Good.

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As you feel the bowl of light that is them, you also feel the heart rhythm of this meadow, of the brilliant depth of sky, of each flower's center, of each bee's vibration, of even your very own Self.  Your eyes.  Your breath.  Your tears.  Your fingerprint. Your laughter.  Your thoughts.  

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And you find that you, this meadow, this family of light, and everything here in this glorious Home, is cradled in God's own heart. 

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And that's when it washes over you, from head to little toe.  You are God's own heart.  

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You close your eyes as this profound sensation of beauty-grief-awe flows through your being and out your eyes, creating a feeling of holy safety that you've never been able to remember while living as a human.  

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When you finally open your eyes, little sparkles of light from the sun meet your tears.  And you know {truly feel} this now:

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You cannot harm yourself

Others

Nature

Animals

Any living being

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Ever.

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And you feel now that it is your mission to share the song of Home, as You hear it.

 

What do you hear and what is your song?  

 

Tell us.  We long for you, for you are God's own heart.   

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