When we chose to come here, we knew the experience will be unique, it will be challenging and at times overwhelming. We agreed. And with pleasure took this life because, heck, there is nothing we can not do or be. We are All, All is us. So we left our home with a promise of return. We were certain we will find our way back to Divinity, to the light of which we are. As newly birthed humans we were abound of this knowledge. But with each passing day of life on Earth, somehow we grew up forgetting. Our home became a myth. And most got so deeply fogged by the human ego that the heart spirit became some kind of a myth, too. The passionately awaited experience was forsaken of its true purpose.
Without a doubt, I have slept through years of unconscious neglect. Even though my spirit was strong and curious, it screamed for change. That need was loud and depressing. Until that one day, one moment, one experienced that shook my world. Nothing made sense, yet it all began to unravel. With more questions came more answers. With more emotional instability, came more clarity. I felt love. And that love reminded me of home. I wanted it. I needed it. I longed for it.
This love was my greatest teacher. So much was learned, and so much was lost. At times, I felt I’ve lost everything, when all I wanted was one thing. And when it became overwhelming. When it no longer wanted me, the way I wanted it, that’s when the real journey back home began.
For everything I’ve lost on him, I’ve gained the understanding that the human experience is a messy thing. It is design to be this way. It is creative, and complex, and grand. To question is natural, to seek is important, to find is inevitable. And Home is just a breath away.