How gentle and kind your dream appears to be when the heart has become tenderized. Even when the ego mind would normally label the circumstances as challenging, they no longer appear so to You. Something has taken over. Something recognizes the so-called difficulties as your last forays into the mirage of separation and that they are really serving you.
Serving you to finally remove yourself from the whole idea that this world that appears in front of you is separate from you.
With each appearance of separation you are drawn further into the heart of love and you are perceiving more and more readily from there.
And how soft and mild and safe it all becomes. How harmless and innocent. With what gratitude and love do you greet your day. Feelings of inclusion for everything, of wanting to pull all things closer to you. That your only function now is to hug and to love what appears.
You bow down and you bow down because you never thought such beauty could be yours. All the years of processing and burning and washing out of the small, mythical me - you are profoundly grateful for all of it, even as it seems to sit in another life.
This Beauty is our fate. Our inheritance. Our incredible God-given inheritance.
Let us make haste Here. Giving this chaotic mind of fragmentation back to Heaven with every opportunity and grace-guided moment we have. Heaven is what we are. A state of mind where perfection reigns and only happiness and goodness see the light of day. The Light of God. Our immortal reality.