A small voice, almost a whispering, speaks, "I am different", almost too afraid to say it aloud. I notice. I nudge it, "Yes," I say
Feeling disgruntled at having to go to work instead of remaining in the creative energy that fills me, I sit to meditate, and it occurs to me that there are many people who would say how blessed I am to have my job. So why am I disgruntled? Why do I want to leave it?
Rising to the forefront of my mind come images and words that shout to me the number of hours I spend getting ready, going to work, and doing my job, only to return home tired and feeling drained of creativity and fuel. I have several thoughts and the loudest says, "This is how it is and what everyone does so why should I expect differently?" I swiftly hear the reply, "I know who I am." I allow it to vibrate through me.
A small voice, almost whispering, speaks, "I am different", almost too afraid to say it aloud. I notice. I nudge it, "Yes," I say, "I am different. If all that I believe to be true is indeed real - metaphysics, manifestation; the power of our thoughts to create into the physical world, guides, and Divine aid, then I can apply them, actively apply them in my life. No more playing it small."