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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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Monday, December 22, 2008

Ponderings 11/21/08

This is something that's been running in My mind the last couple of days:

Imagine that You are high up in the mountains,
You are so high up that You are in the clouds.
The clouds actually reach All the way down and touch the ground.
A short distance ahead is the edge of a cliff.
The clouds are much thicker at this edge.
The clouds cover the ground at this edge.
In truth, this may be the edge of a cliff,
Or it may be a trick of the eyes,
Because the clouds cover the ground.
You stand in the clouds,
High in the mountains,
Are You standing at the edge of a cliff?
Or are You simply standing at the edge of a cloud?
Does the ground end at the edge of this cloud?
Or does the ground continue on smooth and safe inside the cloud?

The following is from "Dune" the Sci Fi channel movie version:
Paul: "There are things still hidden from Me, places I can't go, things I can't see."
Chani: "Do You ever worry that just trying to see the future changes things?"
Paul "We're speeding toward the abyss Chani, I have to see a way around it."

This is where I feel We (the All) are at.
We stand at this place, this edge.
No One really knows for certain what is ahead.
There are many reasons for this.
This is uncharted territory.
This is a place called choice.

The clouds could be called the Faerie Mist,
Or the veil of forgetfulness,
The Reconnections call this place where We stand
Grand Central Station.
We must choose where We will go,
What journey We wish to explore.

What lies ahead is a mystery,
Because what is next has yet to be written.
The prophets and ascended masters,
Those who have come before and those who will follow,
Wait to read what We will write.

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