Slipping Softly into the Ethers

I feel time slipping softly into the ethers.
I look ahead and see the hope of my soul flickering brightly into timelessness.

I am in that magical place where I feel the spirits of those that have left, yet they still come to linger in the spaces of breath and still touch my heart and mind.

The past is a place in my heart … where even the sorrows have turned into joy.
The struggles of my life offer a type of compassionate pride in my actions and choices.
My former tears have glistened into the diamonds of my resilience.

I feel with compassion the body that has offered up so much and has served the passions of my soul.
She is still so very beautiful and full of the light of this soul, though the struggle to contain such power … over time … takes a toll.

Each game of love requires such effort in this dimension.
Passion is the courage to move beyond the confines and rules of a world that continues to choose suffering over cherishing the preciousness of all life.

Each moment asks us to be fully here and express the deepest authenticity that we are capable of in that moment.
Each precious moment holds potential to the growth that can only be experienced in these realms of limitation and light.

I feel the light seeping out my pores.
It longs to become one with the love that is my very being.
I now move not from obligation or the need to prove this existence has meaning, value, or importance.

My past is my passport to this next level of joy and fulfillment.
I have done what was required of me in this life and now my only imperative is to experience the joy of life in as many forms as are offered up.

With longing and love, I feel myself leaving this world behind.
The lessons are gathered up in each page of experience and risk.
The smell of the parchment is sweetly combined with the efforts of time and tears.

I move from the motivator to the witness of those things that are now unfolding.
I have crossed an invisible line where fear does not hold me tight in its grip.
Longing has been an intricate weaving that my love and light has cast out into the world.
A gift given freely and without need for validation or recognition.

Passions still beat my heart.
Love still flows softly through my veins.
Light pores out of my eyes and I have become the watcher that some are able to see.

It matters not if those that are still blinded in hate and fear … cannot see what is within.
I am free of the attachments of needing to be validated in a world that cannot see what a gift each breath is and offers.

Tomorrow I may not be here but my words are a tapestry of hope to a world that longs to be free of the suffering that is a pestilence to the potential that continues to be freely offered to those that are truly committed to what each soul could become.

I see a light that never really fades.
I see a burning essence that cannot be put out.
I see a time when these words can become a tome of the human mythos and turn the tides from darkness into light.
I am here to help you remember and to claim that for yourself.

While I will be going soon, I will leave you these many maps, and through them, I hope some will be able to find their own pathway towards the illumination of the self and come back home.

We await those moments with enthusiastic certainty.
We know beyond time and space … many are already home.

Never let fear silence the truth in your heart, no matter the consequences.
Within me … I am a phoenix riding the storms of chaos.

I am not afraid of any storm.
I am not afraid of power that has turned into evil and darkness.
I am not afraid of those that use their influence against all that is good in this world.

I know that nature is powerful and that humanity is weak.
I know that we get to exist here only temporarily to experience this level of existence.

In this reality, what survives the cycles of life and death is the willingness to embrace each moment with wonder and the magic of living.
Light is eternal.
Life is temporal.

To be in this place and to discover how to balance both is unique and special.
Never believe you were unworthy of this experience.
~Suzanne Wagner~