What’s the language of your universe?
I feel like the universe speaks to me. We been in a conversation now for decades and I’m so obsessed with how differently life feels ever since that veil was lifted.
I write about it all the time. It’s all over this blog. It’s within all my articles, every journal. If I had one idea I could convey to every person I think it would be to walk through the threshold of the world of miracles.
I got here via books and vantage points and experiences. I try to convey this to my kids and my students. But deep down I know the only thing I can do is be there, love them and love me. I’m so much better now at keeping my vibe up in large part for them so that I always hear. Always listen.
It’s exciting. Every moment I have thoughts, I ask questions… I experience coincidences; I move ahead. It wasn’t always like this. I remember a world where time existed… fixed knowledge… facts… reality and causation. And I stay in touch with that world well because so many I love are there. Because love is everything. It’s the whole point. I know this could read like I’m crazy. But those in love with life could probably understand.
Which is why I write even when I know so few really read this. I appreciate my friends who try and I’m constantly tinkering with this and trying to trim off the excess without totally losing my own voice. But I wonder about other people in this kind of space. There are people you meet who are polite… or not, positive… or not, but does anybody else feel life pulsing through you moment to moment? Those who believe in God - what is your relationship like? Those who don’t - I actually have many more questions for.
Are you out there? Do you understand? What’s the language of your universe?