Life, Marjana, is not what you see, but what you've
projected. It's not what you've felt, but what you've decided.
It's not what you've experienced, but how you've remembered it.
It's not what you've forged, but what you've allowed. It's not
who's appeared, but who you've summoned. And it's not where
you've been, but where you're going.

And this should serve you well, beloved, until you find, what
you already have.

Yeah,
    The Universe

You can choose to go, do, be, and have, and in the end you'll
exclaim, shocked and bewildered, that because of all the
synchronicities of your life, all the "clicks"
and "coincidences", and the many happy "accidents", your bounty
and good fortune must have been your destiny.

Or, you might choose to wait for a miracle, a savior, or divine
intervention, and in the end you'll exclaim, shocked and
bewildered, that because of all the synchronicities of your
life, all the missed chances and disappointments, and the many
unhappy accidents, your lack and misfortune must have been your
destiny.

Marjana, do you see what the difference is?

It ain't me,
    The Universe

Once upon a time, Marjana, there was a far, far away planet,
and for one very long night - that seemed to last for many
thousands of years - it kept a great and monstrous secret. During
this time it was a place where even angels feared to tread. Its
sun was afraid to rise. And its moon never really knew whether
it was full or not.

And on this long night rumors ran wild, tales grew tall and,
without our even knowing it, Halloween began. I know, of course,
because I was there. And while I don't like to admit it, that
night nearly scared my pants off.

Yep, that's right, I said pants, because like everyone there, I
dressed up "human".

What started out as a game, something light and playful, like
pin the halo on an angel, turned into a legacy that has haunted
many a soul. You see, believe it or not, the more seriously we
took ourselves, the more limited we became. Horror among horrors.

As that spooky night unfolded and gave way to eons, the "Great
Slide" began. Folks became reactionary in dealing with their own
manifestations, not seeing themselves as their source; reacting
to them instead of crafting their illusions; tangling with the
cursed "hows". Soon, wishing took the place of inspiration,
dreams were dashed by hoping instead of knowing, and prayers
began ending in question marks. Worst of all, as most became
weaker and weaker, they'd resort to visualizing what they
wanted, but without knocking, yearning without expecting, and,
you guessed it, just kind of hanging around waiting for Oprah to
call, instead of living a life worth calling about.

Yeah, you know which planet I'm talking about. And yes, their
secret that long and lonely night was that they were truly
divine, capable of moving heaven and earth, having it all, yet,
shhhhhhhhhhhh, few would dare even whisper it, for fear of not
being taken seriously.

Are you trembling, Marjana?

     The Universe

Show me someone, Marjana, who keeps getting in your way, and
I'll show you someone, who keeps making excuses.

Tricky, tricky, tricky,
    The Universe


 

What if every wrinkle, scar, or gray hair only made you more beautiful? What if every tear you've shed, mistake you've made, and challenge you've faced, only drew you nearer the light? And what if, Petra, for every breath you've taken, every sentence you've spoken, and every path you've chosen, your fans in the unseen multiplied.

Well, I'd say it's about time you found out.

Be proud, we are -
    The Universe

When you finally get that call, meet that person, walk that walk, and live that dream, Petra, do you think you'll even care that there were a few dark and scary moments in a journey that made them all possible?

Trust me, you won't even remember.

    The Universe

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It's like every single life is being played out inside its own tiny, little bubble, Petra. Floating effortlessly in the wind, alongside billions and billions of other bubbles. And within each, every imaginable manner of experience is playing itself out.

But interestingly enough, while it's quite easy to peer inside one another's bubble and notice what is or is not happening there, what they do and do not have, comparing to the point of envy or gloating, it's just as easy to notice, though so few do,  that all of the bubbles are headed home, where every soul is equally worthy, important, and celebrated.

xxoo,
    The Universe