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January 19, 2007
Love or Fear
It has been a while since I have written anything. I didn’t feel like I had anything important enough to say. There were plenty of things occurring of importance, but for me to put something down in words about them seemed redundant.
I was able to take a long walk this very cool morning, since the rain has finally subsided. We don’t often have temperatures drop like they did this past week, and along with the wetness, I was unable to bring myself to go out into it.
Walking along, I am thinking about this book that I picked up a few days ago. I have been digesting the words, which have more than overwhelmed me with their meanings, to say the least.
The book is titled, ‘A Conversation With God, and uncommon dialogue’, by Neale Donald Walsch.
If there are any questions about why we are here and what are we doing, the book more than explains our origins and gives the answers we so need to know.
The author is just taking down the words that are seemingly passing through his body to his pen and paper, as he asks questions. As I read, I am aware of the my inner being shaking with excitement as it seems to know these words speak true... I already knew these truths!
The words tell us how we all, already know... that we are not here to learn, but to remember. Oh, God. That is what I kept saying to myself.
God says that all emotions come from two places, Love and Fear. We have a choice, and most of us choose fear as the basis for our actions.
As I look around at our world, it is clear that this is sadly true. The book is not a gloom and doom approach, as God says, we have choices and the ability to be all the Glory that we are... all the Love that we can manifest.
I want to buy a copy of this book for everyone I know, and many that I don’t, but I am sure only a handful will actually read it. Again, it is all about our choosing... or not choosing to see... to remember.
This latest piece that I have painted has come from the deepest part of my soul. I titled it, ‘Changing Winds’. I painted her before I started this book, but it is even more clear to me what I am doing and who I am, as I continue to remember.
Posted by kay at January 19, 2007 09:50 AM