Mystery

The mystery of existence. I am me, and you and all. One bread, one body, one lord of all.

As my dreams prove to be real, I wonder at the nature of earthly life. I break a paradigm in my dream, and then my daughter manifests the results of that broken chain. In turn, my earthly reality shifts as she shows up healed, and we both benefit.

I am the ocean. I am the ocean in a drop.

We shape our own reality by awakening to this possibility—that we are each and every player on the stage.

If you aren’t getting enough appreciation for your spiritual gifts and insights, can you trace that down to your experience, Karen? If you don’t have enough mystery and excitement, do you see the root?

I have played around with the idea of blame for quite awhile now. I knew I wasn’t to blame, because if I could have it another, higher, more enlightened way, I would. But I can’t blame those around me either, if they are my unrealized realizations waiting to healed by my self love.

So no blame, it is as it is.

As I heal, my friends heal. As I embrace fullness, I see it around me. That is the reflection the gurus speak of, and the gurus are me, since all of this knowledge is mine, since this world exists inside the one I call me—Karen. I give myself hints and clues as I go.

When I see something that makes me uncomfortable, I can only wonder, where does that exist in me? What has appeared to be next in line to heal? Whatever Arises, Love That.

My dreams have given me this strange hint. As I see myself being given lines to say, such as, middle children feel excluded and less than their older brothers and sisters, the dreaming Karen tells the speaker, “if that is your reality,” recognizing her choice in embracing this idea or not. The confused speaker turns to the Watcher, and both astonished, allow her to move on without carrying the thought back to this world.

I now wonder where I feel trapped and stagnant and powerless, for I see that reflected back to me in the players of this world. I am willing to ferret out this and all plot lines, interested in being free of every limiting paradigm that plagues each aspect of the me that shows up in this play.

As I set aside my human mind that is not even able to defend such an idea of being everything that manifests in this dream life, I encourage the Karen that I Am to love her neighbor as herself, to choose love and appreciation in each moment, and to release all need for understanding the mystery.
Disharmony can harmonize in a now instant.

What to do? That’s easy. Nothing. Tuck this new echo of a realization away and be present in every moment. Strive to not strive but trust the process and have faith the I Am enough, since I am all that is, ever was, and ever shall be.

I have written the script—created every aspect of this world, and it is as real as my Dream world is proving itself to be. I try as I write this to see myself as separate from the other players, and in this moment of wisdom, it seems impossible. It will be possible in moments as this new truth fades into the tapestry of me—another thread woven in to show me where this play is heading.

Unite Unite Unite
One brain, one body, one soul.
Alpha and Omega.

Perhaps I felt trapped on this earthly plane. Can I let that go as I awaken to the realization that everything is me? Divinity in Form? The idea that I am a victim of existence is released. Sink in and swim, New Truth. Karen—keep frosty. You are what you seek.

I am every potential. How does my best world look? How does my favorite Karen appear? What is my version of utopia? Get clear Karen. Every possibility is a choice away. Create your Fantasia and every aspect of you is set free—free to be me, the only one I was ever meant to be.