Saturday, May 25, 2024
Every morning, I wake up forgetful. I have to enter the silence to remember. I have to be still. I have to remember from where my help comes. I have to remember that I am love and that I am the source of all things, seen and unseen. I have to remember that I am a creator and that I have a purpose to fulfill. I have to remember that I am powerful, sentient, and that I am a wonderful counselor, almighty being, everlasting source, and a prince of peace. I have to remember that I am the holy indwelling of the Most High.
What is this so-called forgetfulness that comes over me when I’m agitated, worried, or terrified? What is this forgetfulness when I think there is lack, that I am weak, or that I am limited? From where does my help come? Oh, that’s right…I forget.
Why do I forget to love myself with all my heart, with all my soul, and with all my mind? Why do I forget who I am? It seems like there are others who want to harm me, but I know that I am Love, even to my so-called enemies. It seems like the world is coming at me, but that’s me forgetting that the world is invaginated within. I am unfolding and expressing the totality of who I am at all times, everywhere. I am the beginning and the end, but they forget each other.
When I forget who I am, I feel alone and separate. But I remember and realize that nothing can separate me. There is none beside me. When I forget, I enter the gates of silence. Peace be within my walls, and prosperity within my palace. I become still and know who I am. Lest I forget, I return yet again.