The Soul Does Not Fall Silent

We put on pretty dresses. We slip on pretty shoes. Tighten the belt, straighten the tie, check the crease in your slacks ... smooth the lipstick and check the mascara. The mirror does not lie. We look ready for the day. One last glance into the mirror. Oh, yes. Remember to paint on the smile. Yes. We're ready to step into the living world that breathes outside the door.

Every person has a story. Every soul has a life. More often than not, the two are not the same. Perhaps it is time for that to change.

As a child I looked at the brutality of the world with wide-eyed wonder. Observing the damage one person does to another. Confused within my memory of being one with God. Wondering why everyone did not have that memory. And why they did not act upon it. How can one aspect of God destroy another aspect of God? There is no doubt that I am not the first person to contemplate the dichotomies of life. What a joy if I were allowed to be the last. If the world would suddenly blink itself awake, shake itself off, and begin living soul to soul, heart to heart, love to love. That's who we are. Do you remember that?

But our stories go on. Our hearts break. Our souls weep. Our smiles fade and our hope escapes us.

What would the story be if the infinite soul stepped into the broken heart? The healing of God unfolded and the story began anew?

I hear now the tapping of All Infinite Souls. Tapping upon the closed doors that hide the stories and the lies we tell ourselves. Truth is seeping in through the cracks in the veneer and the falsehoods. It is time to tell our Earth-stories to our own Infinity. To allow that vastness of our own Truth to wipe our tears, heal our hearts, teach us to live in the Knowing that All People are aspects of God.

One aspect of God does not steal from another. One aspect of God does not abuse another. One aspect of God does not murder another. And the list goes on.

Our souls are weeping as we continue to exist within lives that are not abundant with our own Truth. But our souls are at the door, calling.

They call me 'idealistic.' They call me 'insane.' To believe in a world that could be one of kindness and equality. Where the mayhem can stop, the callousness end, the quiet desperation fall away into nothing more than a distant memory. But the truth of it is ... we are Infinite Souls with the power to bring the Essence of God into every moment. Every word. Every action. Why then does another reality seem impossible? If it is only a matter of infusing the Truth of the Infinite Soul into the temporary body we wear?

We can heal through the avenue of Truth that is our Soul.

We can dry our tears, heal our hearts, tell our stories and then move on to a greater reality. One that we ourselves create. Create because we have the power to do so. It's not as if we don't have the tools. We ARE the tools. The avenue through which change can happen. We are aspects of God, which allows us the entirety of Existence to draw upon. I find it impossible to believe that we, as a human society, cannot create the miracle of a world that understands God .. and each other.

Take a moment to tell your story. Your eyes speak it anyway. Let your heart speak it too. Your soul will listen and your soul will dry your tears. Your soul will also bring you the greater essence of who you are. The essence of strength and truth that resides in your connection to your own infinity and God. When your story is told you may be ready to begin a new one.











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A 'dream' that was not a dream

Every once in a while I receive a 'dream' that has a message that will impact the reality on Earth, in some way. The changes may end up being subtle, but still evident if you know what to look for. This said .. here is the message from last night. Quite significant, in my humble opinion.

All woman of Earth were gathered, having been called together to hear a message. About 10% of the male population wandered through the crowd, curious to hear, and waiting with the women. A stirring happened on the edge of the crowd and a tall, imposing woman with jet-black hair swirled her way through the crowd. As she neared me she met my eyes. My sense was that she was defiant and yet regretful. A curious mix of emotions and so I watched her carefully. The pride she had in who she was emanated like a visible aura and soon the entire crowd became silent, watching her.

She would have been described as brazen as she began to address the crowd. My instinct was to distrust her and I never took my eyes from her as she swirled through the crowd, her floor-length gown highlighting her thin figure. Women began to shuffle their feet anxiously as the woman continued speaking. It was some type of apology that she was attempting to deliver. I could sense the resistance in the women, and feel their anger at her growing. No one believed what she was saying.

Finally noticing that she wasn't being believed, she turned and made her way back to me. Our eyes never parted as she steadily pushed her way through the throng of people. She must have read in my eyes my unwillingness to buy into whatever it was she was trying to sell. She stopped in front of me, finally, and told me this.

"I was responsible for the birth of inequality of men and women on the planet. The role I played was to create a great division in understanding, respect, value, and even the roles women play in the society of Earth."

Honestly, I wasn't shocked. I knew that she was somehow representing an 'event' in human history, a crucial time when all people, no matter what gender, were equal and treated with the utter respect and equality that God Himself would give.

She began her apology again, speaking directly to me, our eyes interlocked. But still I was hesitant. And she recognized that. I watched as something changed in her eyes. Suddenly I could see her soul and it was the saddest soul of All. Her eyes filled with tears and she sank to her knees before me. Still our eyes were interlocked. I looked down into her tear-filled eyes and now a sense of amazement filled me as her black gown changed into one of black and white. Even more amazed, I realized that my attire had changed too and I was now wearing a floor-length gown of black and white, the two colors swirled to clearly represent the Yin and Yang symbol.

I think it was this that caused me to realize that what was unfolding was meant to be Universal.

I reached my hand out and helped the woman rise from her knees, I gently wiped the tears from her cheeks. For a moment we stood silently, two Yin and Yang symbols, facing the world. Our combined energy of hope and determination to change the energy of the Earth to one of deep respect and balance spread above the crowd, almost visible in its strength.

With the power of this dream that was not a dream I believe the energy of division has been planted by ALL, into the energy of this Earth-reality. May each person on this planet embrace the essence and begin the Change.

Peace and Love to ALL



Lauren Zimmerman, www.nlightpress.com











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It's All About Perspective

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