Scribbles:Communion

The tragedy of our era is not war, or poverty, or corruption. Rather it is that there is a unique place for each of us in the cosmos and we cannot see it. Each of us has a family of glorious proportions and purpose. The cosmos is full of beings who are tied to us, and we to them. We are bound by karmic ties and strands of light that transverse the space, time, and dimension. The best kept secret in the universe is that we are never alone.

Our evolution as a species has taught us to ignore these bonds. In our struggle to develop in this physical world humanity has had to turn its eye to baser matters, and we have forgotten our connections. But they have not forgotten us. They have been waiting for the time when the wheel of the world would turn their way and we would begin to shake off the dust that obscures our vision.

That time has come. Our soul families call out for us. Our lineages of karma turn to us to take our place among them. The better angels of our nature, both above and below, reach out their hands to us. Our brethren among the stars wait to welcome us back to their number.

With them, I am aware, alive, and in awe. I am their arms and legs in this world of mere matter. I am their comrade in the vibrational planes of energy, will, and fate.

We are not alone. I am not alone. And in communion I act in concert with the shining hosts who share my destiny.