Pass Through That Door
Hello Beautiful,
I want you to know something. I want to gift you a gift. But it isn’t something you don’t already have. I know that seems strange.
Let me say it like this… you’re perfect. You’re prefect in every way.
Sometimes I feel frightened, so very frightened of all these things I don’t understand, but then I think of you, I look to you… and all that chaos, all that mental hammering of endless incongruencies halts. There’s just this moment of sheer awe. I’m so grateful for you. When I make a list of all the things I’m grateful for, it’s you… it’s you at the top dear beautiful human.
You may think I don’t really know you. You may think I’m just some strange person writing some stupid letter for an even more meaningless reason. I suppose I couldn’t say you were wrong. Because you can never be wrong, not really wrong… you’re too perfect. But does that feel right? Do you feel, in this moment as you read these words, that I do not really love you? Do you feel I write these words because I do not really care? You are my everything. And I’d like to gift you something.
Not a diamond. I don’t have a diamond.
Not a trophy. You don’t need a trophy to affirm what you already are.
Not a story. You get to write your own story, and you’ll write it perfectly as you like.
Not a million dollars. You can make that on your own, you can create all the wealth you want.
Not a trip to Fiji or a tropical isle, or to paradise, or around the sun. Already you are exactly where you need to be, where you may undergo the most pristine experience, the most stunning extension of leisure and playful creation on this planet called Earth.
Not a puppy with bright red bow. The perfect companion in all forms of relationship finds its way to you, and you to them, perfectly, in divine timing, in the perfect connecting of two divine beings. All the players in your game of energy are chosen, named, and assigned a point of entry. Your life is already a magnificent web of love and learning.
Not a song. I don’t know how to write you a song.
Not a dance. I don’t know how to reach through this screen and swing with you, ‘round and ‘round, invisible flickers of joy-filled feeling popping in the night air.
Not a kiss on your hand. I don’t know how to physically get to you, wherever you are, and greet you with this incredible mix of excitement and longing and fondness and familiarity and deep abiding love, this cocktail of cheer and emotion I hold for you; this amalgamation of feeling, these love-drenched feelings always I feel for you.
Not I dream. I can’t gift you a dream, because we dream together. We co-create all the universe, you and I.
So instead… might I gift to you a memory? It is true that within you this gift is already held, this memory (for there is nothing that I can truly give you, that you do not already posses)… but might I provide a spark, might I help your mind to focus in a specific direction? Upon a specific door? Upon a truth… singular, glowing… a knowing within all the rest; hidden within the framework of all human thinking, within the very fabric of human being, hidden within the chambers of your mind’s intricate layers ... a secret entry into a most familiar world, a most familiar territory of heart-stopping immaculacy, a realm of radiance without bound. So that you might remember?
There is a tingling. And a quiet roar. All things at once, all things uniform. I love you forever and more. When you’re scared, when things are not going the way you want, when you feel that very real urge to despise (those people and those things you don’t like)… close your eyes. REMEMBER. Remember who you are. You are the Emperor, the Empress… of all the universe. You are perfect, you are without flaw. And you rule your kingdom with impeccable authority, with a crowning all-knowing; with love and with light. Thank you gracious Queen, mighty King. From on high your magnificence casts a most luminous path. Humbly I follow in your footsteps, through that same door am I to pass. And if not for the memory of your strength, and your courage… I fear in myself I would never find the remnants of such things.
Recall. Reflect. Reminisce. Enjoy awakening.