We are living through the end of times, the closing of an era. When we walk through a door and close it behind us, it is not that the room we have left is gone; it is only that we now occupy another place. We have to adjust our vision a bit to this new view.
The process of focus begins sort of blurry yet eventually clears up and becomes sharp and defined. We are in the midst now of adjusting our lenses from polarity to unity, separate to one. Good or bad, right or wrong, crazy or sane all seem a bit fuzzy. This is at it should be, we need time to adjust.
We are walking through a hall of mirrors. It is important to pause at each vision of ourselves we come face to face with. Our acceptance, frustration, love or anger for that person will tell us how we are doing. All are mirrors.
Will you choose forgiveness? Will you walk away? Are you able to love anyway? These are the facets of your thinking that are getting an overhaul. Our life is not ending, but our way of living is.
We have blamed these versions of ourselves for our pain. It is not so clear now who is at fault. When oneness creeps into your way of thinking, it touches every thought.
You’ve been the banker, the unfaithful lover, the screaming child, the brutal policeman, the war hungry dictator, the criminal, the fervent minister, the saint and the sinner. How then, to judge?
The one thing crystal clear in this hall of mirrors, that oneness demands, is that it’s all us. We are one.
One day, we as a collective will demonstrate in a very public fashion how far along we are – we will be faced with a decision. Those who have orchestrated this society for their benefit will be held accountable, and it will be up to us to choose what to do.
This is what we came for – all of us. We are ushering in an era of love and we are now being asked quietly “What would love do?” One day we will be deciding publicly “What will love do?” We will declare our progress by our actions for those we imagine the least lovable.
This hall of mirrors is a challenge. Sometimes I look fat and I hate that one. Other times, I am distorted and weird. I am coming to understand how to love each one.
For the mirrors are not truth – they are intentionally shaped and placed so that I’d think they were me, but not really. What is truth is not seen with a mirror of any kind.
The truth is the light within each version; each the same. Equally worthy, perfectly made, here to experience life. Each here to know itself as love. Each the same.
We see now in polarity, adjusting our lenses to oneness. Be patient with the blur – its part of the process. Our heart has been waiting for so very long to hold this vision. Our capacity for love has no limits.
Seeing clearly, we soak in the glory that we are. We were created with a Master’s hand, and that vision of perfection will soon be all that we see.
We are the ones we are waiting for.