Imagine a world (and then imagine every world) where the first thing We ask a stranger is: “What do You like to play best?”

This IS what We ARE doing

This IS what We ARE doing
THIS IS WHAT WE ARE DOING (Picture found on Facebook, artist unknown)

Belief

"Whatever You believe (truly believe) will work for You ...................... is working for You."
Myrddin

"If You ever Oneder what it is that You truly believe, look at what You have in Your life"
Myrddin
(I have been saying this about Our beliefs for years AND it is becoming more real to Me every day.)

"THE UNKNOWN IS NOT IMPOSSIBLE"
Myrddin

"A belief is just a habit of thought."
Abraham-Hicks

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Sunday, May 25, 2008

Dreams #6

I woke from a dream this morning with the message "We must birth as many Fae as possible."
As I pondered this some other thoughts came to mind. I thought: "The Fae are birthed in Our minds". It has recently become very important to Me to believe in My imagination.
We tend to believe that the only things that are real are what We see. The reconnections tell Us that everything is real, We only experience what We believe.
Then I tought of the articles I've read recently about abundance. I thought "Prosperity and abundance are born in Our hearts."
I believe there is a connection between birthing the Fae and birthing abundance. Both All-ready exist, We just need to bellieve in "them" in order to experience "them". Both can be born fully mature. Both can be brought across the thinning veil of forgetfullness or through the Faerie mists fully grown and ready for action. We can skip the process of growing and learning, We've All-ready done that. Or We can re-do it if We choose.
It seems fitting that these thoughts and dreams surface immediately following the equinox and full moon. Remember, a full moon is best viewed in darkness. The most glorious springs are born after a cold cruel winter.

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