Amris, I copied all the messages to this thread. Thank you for sharing your gift.
Ah, the babbling brook, the babbling brook, the babbling brook. Spectacular!
You play like a child, with wonder and abandon! What a miracle your joy is!
Oh yes, you have walked the past, a long and winding and difficult road. Your depths will never be known to any person here. Are you angry, Pices? Do you think I made a mistake? You feel like fire, but you arrived in water.
Fire is powerful. You are powerful. Your moods, though. Ah, as deep as the water of the vast oceans.
Did you know that at the bottom of the ocean, there is a sweet, still spot? It is here that your wonder, your joy, and your childlike beauty resides.
Had I brought you forth in fire, it would have been consumed. It would have been overcome. The life raft of your joy would have burned.
At night, when the moon is full, and you sit on your bed, looking out the window and seeking me, I am there. I watch as the moonlight dances on the surface of your soul. The babbling brook, glittering, dancing, singing.
For your heart sings, dear one. It is a song that calls to others. But first, oh, first you must learn to dwell in that strong place, that secret place, that place where your own joy resides. Then you will find your path, and others will come to watch the moon glitter on the waves of your heart's love for them.
Ah, I laugh at the whimsy of this name you have selected. Did you think it simply arrived as a nifty thought?
It is wrought of your true essense! Do not ask me where you were, or who you are, you already know. I find gentle, loving amusement when you ask me this question, one that is already known to you.
This was a difficult transition for you. Seasons go by so swiftly here! You feel as if life is a whirlwind, and you are simply caught up in it. Of course, time is made for humans. You feel out of synch because you forgot it. Your life will be so long to others. And yet it seems so short to you!
You want to feel fulfilled, as if you must find the reason and purpose to it all, if only, if only, if only it would let you! But a day is gone before you have even begun, is it not?
Well, dear one, slow it down! You are the great magician. Time really is relative. Your focus is so scattered, like a rainbow sent from a spinning prism. Focus on the moment, and each precious second can be an eternity. You have the ability, you have the power. All you need to do is focus. All you need to do is live the moment fully. Completely.
Do not despair over time lost, or you will lose today.
Ah, my precious gift to the world! I am so proud of you. Do you want to know more? You are delightful in my eyes!
I sent you forth to change the world. No, not the world at large, your part of it. And everywhere you go, change follows you like the brilliant blue wake of a ship. Your very presence alerts those around you that it is time for growth!
You are my spring. The turning point of sorrow. Have you seen it? Have you noticed? Those around you seem to come to a difficult place in their life, don't they?
Oh, you blame yourself for this, as if it is a curse. I know, I hear your heart. I gather up your tears. It is by design, dear one! I made you that way.
Does it seem unfair? It is your gift to these people. You are the turning point of sorrow. When you enter into the darkness of a person's life, you change everything. They are shaken to their very core. They are profoundly different from the moment they encounter you, if they are willing to receive your gift.
Oh, you did not know it was a gift? Look around you, my love. Look and see. How often do you hear, "From my greatest sorrow, came my greatest joy"? You feel as if you have ripped their backbone from them. Broken then, driven them to their knees. Locked and caged them with sorrow and pain.
But the opposite is true! You set them free! You send them searching for their path to joy, if they will allow it!
Stop keeping yourself apart! Stop fighting the gift you have to give! Do not be alone to protect others! This is not the design! You are needed, you are needed, you ARE truly needed! Without you, their path to joy takes so much longer. It is so much harder. So much time is wasted.
Oh, my dear, my love, your gift is so heavy for you. It is such a burden for you. But oh, dear one, beloved, your work is so important. You are so needed in this world. You carry a load, you fear your back will break. You do not get to see the joy that comes forth. For this, I am truly sorry.
Please, please, be comforted. You are not a curse to those you love. Please, please, be comforted. You are needed, you are valuable, your work is divine. I treasure and honor you. And oh, how I am proud of you!
Ah, my love, my child, my sweet one. Oh, one day I will hold you within my spirit, and adore you. It will be a wonderful day.
Diamonds. Pearls. Saphires. Rubies. Emeralds. Precious gems, sparkling, beautiful. Each one a paltry and dull stone when held against the unmatched glory of a single one of your tears.
Oh, so often, I have knelt at your beside, carefully gathering each tear as it fell from your eyes. Precious beyond measure. Beautiful beyond imagining.
Yes, I can kneel, too. I can kneel at your bedside, and catch the tears that only fall from human eyes. And I do, each and every time that one falls from your eye, it is stored in heaven. A currency unmatched in all of creation.
I celebrate you, Guardian of Hope. I honor you. I delight in the wonder of your spirit.
Oh, beloved, the magic is not gone. You remain the Guardian of Hope. You are loved beyond any measure that you can concieve. It is beyond everything that you can imagine. Heavenly hosts gather, gasping in awe and wonder at you. Your words cannot describe the love, the honor, the awe we hold for you.
Your heart is as a sunset, a celestial body, a firework suspended in eternity. You sparkle like a beacon in a black sky. Oh, dear, beloved one. How can I make you know the love I have for you, when your words, your language, is so inadequate?
One day, when you see the fountain that is made from your tears, you will be amazed. You will swoon from the awe and wonder of that beauty which sprang from your sorrows. The fountain lights up a world, so grand is the wonder that springs from the tears of a mother.
My dear, my love. I know that it is difficult. Be at peace, the hardest work is done. This is my promise to you. And though you do not see it clearly, know beyond all doubt that the fruit of your sorrow is more lovely and magnificent than you can ever imagine.
Yes. One day, I will embrace you, in the fullness of your glory and mine. I will sooth your weeping heart. I will dance a cosmic dance with you. You are beautiful.
Ah, my impatient one! I love you with such joy!
Everything is on track. Have courage, hold your heart firmly. You fear you have no faith. Faith you have plenty of, my sweet, precious child. It is courage that you want to reach for.
Does that sound strange to you? Don't be afraid to love life, it is why you
are here! Did you notice the sun shining? Did you see the beauty of the land around you? Have you spent any time feeling the warm texture of the Earth?
Have you stopped to smell the flowers?
It is why I gave them to you!
Swim in the ocean of life, stop fighting the current! Let yourself go, let yourself love life, let yourself LIVE! The chains that bind you are of your own creation. Drop them, dear child. Drop them.
Pick up an apple and savor the flavor. Go with the flow of life. Search for its rhythms. Find a flow in the seasons. Treasure each moment. Take a walk when you don't want to, and search for beauty.
I have put it all around you for you to enjoy.
Do not be disappointed, for I have answered the question correctly. I love you.
The shepherd. So disappointed to be a mere shepherd. Such a simple calling, isn't it. There is no fanfare, there is no brilliant light being beamed out into the entire world. And worse, the sheep keep running away, don't they!
Do you feel like your cup is full, but that it is full of things that have long
since gone sour? Do you feel as if your time of opportunity is passed, that it has been washed away by time?
Are you ready to give up?
My dear, my loved one, my precious shepherd. Your old hands are young. Reach out with them. They are still young! They are like the petals of a newly opened rosebud. They are your strength, the way and the place of your growth. Let go of your rigid ways. Come and sparkle with me. Let your light come out.
It does not need to reach the world, dear heart. It only needs to reach those that you reach! You are so certain that your calling is bigger, brighter, or better... but I have brought you to the right place already.
Your gift is love. The shepherd is not a shepherd to be seen, not to be heard, not to shake the foundations of life. The Shepherd is a shepherd because he genuinely loves the sheep.
And so it is with you. I am astounded that anyone might think there is a higher calling imaginable than to love, and to be loved. Can you let go? Can you give in, and let yourself fall out into the sky, and trust me to catch you?
Can you believe that I love you as much as you love those whom you shepherd?
Oh you! You are mischievous and marvelous! Such a fun and wonderful person you are! Do you ever wonder why others take such note of you? Because you are delightful! It giggles from your eyes, it chuckles from your cheeks, it laughs from your heart. You carry it with you like a great, grand, bouncing ball!
Oh yes, many are serious. And they think you should be, too. Instead of child-like, they call you child-ish. How ironic that they can be so
silly and foolish, don't you think?
What magic and joy to be a child in your presence! Have you noticed? Did you see it? How they flock to you and adore you!
How the adults strut and cluck at you. So childish, grow up, act right!
And you do try, so hard. I forgive you for that (humor).
It is so special and wonderful to be you! Stop living someone else's beliefs about what is right, cluck cluck. You are funny. What could be
brighter or better to give the world? Laughter brings you closer to the divine.
So many seek to be special. To have something that is uniquely "them" to offer. And you have that. But you listen to the strutting and
clucking of others, and you do your best to strut and cluck with them, pecking properly at the ground. Then you wonder why they laugh at you.
Because you look foolish pecking at the ground like the hens! You're a person, stand up, look up, be proud! Stop clucking, scratching,
strutting and pecking at the ground. Make people laugh with joy and good humor.
And one day, I will dance with you as well. But it will be the chicken dance, and we will laugh with cosmic humor.