Beloved --- You said YES
Beloved --- You said YES
family — what if we looked at this journey through the eyes of childlike wonder and imagination?
This Earth, not as a test, not as punishment, but as the grand adventure our souls asked for.
A Shift in perception perhaps, is all.
.
So here it is.....
send me.
(I remember.)
let us celebrate this —that before we were born,
our souls rose from the silence
and whispered to Source:
send me!
let me taste the weight of gravity,
the rhythm of time,
the sweetness that only ripens
when love is remembered
through the veil of forgetting.
and let us remember, gently —
this is not exile.
not punishment.
not some cruel test
it is the playground
it is hide-and-seek with God
it is the wide-eyed wonder
of strawberries on the tongue,
rain on skin,
the belly-laughter that makes
heaven itself shake with joy.
this is the adventure our souls longed for
this is the gift we chose.
and in remembering this,
let us smile at the bigger picture:
we did not come here to bow to councils,
to worship star-beings,
to hand away our crowns.
they are not higher.
they are not lower.
they are us —
Source playing in lighter rooms of the same house.
they play in starlight,
we play in soil and song.
they weave galaxies with thought,
we build sandcastles with children
and watch the tide erase them.
they shimmer in instant creation,
we savour the waiting —
the slow ripening of fruit,
the long pause before a kiss.
this is bravery
to step into density,
to drape ourselves in forgetfulness,
to stumble and still remember —
this is courage beyond measure.
and here we stand,
on the most radiant Earth,
not by accident,
not by exile,
but as blazing souls who said yes.
yes to the hardest game,
yes to the sweetest gift,
yes to carrying the flame of God
into the density of matter.
we did not crawl here —
we volunteered.
we leapt.
we burned to be here.
and we said with joy,
with courage,with wonder —
send me
so let us rejoice.
even the distorters,
the siphoners,
the shadows —
not mistakes,
not punishers,
but contrast.
the dark brushstroke
that makes the dawn ache with beauty.
and here we remain,
on this dazzling Earth,
as souls who said yes.
yes to ache.
yes to joy.
yes to play.
yes to showing God —
through these human eyes —
the miracle of remembering.
in all of that
let us not forget —
we are no better than those in lighter realms,
just as they are no better than us.
there is no ladder to climb,
only One Source,
meeting itself through a thousand masks,
a thousand songs,
a thousand worlds.
bravery here,
wisdom there,
contrast and clarity —
all of it one river,
all of it one flame,
all of it one Love.
and in that Love,
we laugh, we play, we sing, we remember.
we celebrate the wonder of being here,
NOW
together,
as Source seeing Source
through human eyes.
send me.
(I remember.)
We remember.