Mar. 15 - Alive - Seed & Nutshell

Summoned to existence by desire, you walk upon this earth feeling your way. Praise the selfish, joyful feeler who listens to the subtle signals of source.

A twinge

A tingle

Such a little clue that leads you down your path. But, looking back one sees a journey that’s aligned and right on track. If we know the end would the beginning be justified? Once we know the truth can we find peace in the now?

We are all that is and now is the moment. Celebrate fully your time on earth. Rejoice in your physical existence for life as spirit goes on forever, while the material lives in time. A tactile life of planetary grandeur - our human forms are from the earth. Explore yourself as God incarnate and focus your soul upon this earth.

This is the experience you have asked for.

This is where you want to be.

Allow yourself to be alive!

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Sitting in a little nutshell,

the seed just wants to burst out free.

Who would have thought this little nutshell,

would grow someday to be a tree?

The nut it knew for it held the seed,

the seed it knew for it was the dream.

While growing into what it could be,

becoming much more than it would seem.

From teeny, tiny to great big huge,

that little seed grew towards the sky

There is no limit for the dreamer,

just spread your wings and begin to fly.

As seed turns to tree your process is magic,

you have signed up for such growth.

From loss of memory to living force,

allow yourself to fulfill your oath.

The nutshell from which all of us came,

believes in all our potential.

For source is our nutshell, source lives inside us

and oneness is essential.

Not unlike the seed within the nutshell,

who’s bursting to be free.

We have journeyed from source to make our own choices

and discover how to be.

So what if sometimes you feel stunted,

so what if things move too slow.

We have come to play and feel this growing,

relax and allow the flow.

We’ll return to source when we are done

and celebrate the growing.

Then once again we’ll become the seed,

the call heard from our place of knowing. 

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