Just sharing.
Many years ago I began to hear a voice and wrote down. One time it was an English poem “The drawing to you”. I had difficulties: write grammatically correct in English, and then translate into Russian.
A few years ago I accidentally read: "Our Love is the Matrix of All That Is. "
I don't know what the author meant, but for me it was a message. I read a lot of love lyrics and “New Age” literature, but these words weren't primitive like "a man is looking for a woman" and weren't fulsome praise like "My Higher Self is writing to me". It was something else.
At the moment of reading, the Wave turned on. I clearly recognize it by the reaction of my body: vibration and spontaneous tears. Obviously, it was a message. But from whom?
A few days ago I reflected on the subject of love, relationships and the like. I heard about the Masters who came to the truth. But, as a rule, they were lonely. And I didn’t hear that Teachers were a couple. But why not?
Then your post appeared, Jed. And perhaps I would never have put these stories together if you hadn't written to me: “…you know… much more than you realize.”
P.S. I doubted whether to share or not to share. And I decided not to write. Those are just stories.
Then I fell asleep for a while and saw a dream:
I read the messages. They were about the same thing:
- I found! But around me there is no one with whom I could share or convey this. I send this to the space in the hope that someone will ever read it.
I saw those who wrote this. They were in different points of space and time. And my heart sank.
Then I heard a voice:
"Do you see them? So I did it so that you could share this joy by remaining in your bodies.”
I woke up and wrote it.
P.P.S. I read it again. Does this mean anything?
Letting go.
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