Painting Life with Light

It has been said that we create our reality. I believe we create through remembering. Remembering where we come from and who we really are enables us to create as artists painting with Light. Our desires are so strong simply because we remember having them, living them, being them. Where we come from all is ours without limitation, we've come here to re-create this within limitation. Seems like a strange thing to do, yet we are images of the Divine, individually creating in another context, one which appears much of the time to be steeped in hostility, greed and fear.

Creating within this context appealed to our soul just as a mystery thriller appeals to our human mind. The particular context we are presently creating in is one of the most difficult to delve into, there are other worlds a bit easier to navigate. Yet souls actually line up for the enormous challenge of Earth School. Do you relate to raising your hand for some of the most difficult courses? If so, I was the one next to you, waving enthusiastically, volunteering for a few semesters in accelerated learning.

Sometimes I regret volunteering, sometimes I am awed by the fact that I seemed to get a passing grade. Mostly I try to remember that what I'm creating is a choice, and I came here with everything I need to paint my life with light. I've only recently begun to understand that the temptation to correct others canvasses doesn't improve their picture, that the shadows I may see in their paintings are caused by my standing too close and blocking the light. When I go back to focusing on my own creation, mine becomes brighter and reflects light into life's studio.

Identity Crisis

Ever wonder who you really are? Having trouble with self-identity? Here's a clue, it's not your job title, who you are married to, or not. Your car, or your house, your kids or your achievements.

It's the unencumbered soul who showed up within that tiny baby before the first candle was placed on the birthday cake. The authentic one, the one that cried when it was hurt, the one that reached out it's hands expecting it's needs to be met, expecting love....being love.

Yes, even believing it was the center of the Universe, because this soul understood that it was the Universe. An integral part of everything, no separation, part of the All That Is - One With God.
There was no identity crisis. This is who you were....this is who you are.

You know who you are.....Christie

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