” My soul is from elsewhere, I am sure of that, and I intend to end up there.” Rumi
I rise. As I leave the weight of my body and of the material world behind I feel a euphoria I have not experienced since putting on this personality. Leaving the physical manifestation behind feels like music sounds. I rise. I rise and all is love. Fear no longer exists. I am weightless where I had no idea there was weight. There is a cloak of fear, a mantle of it that held me in my skin and once I am released it falls away and there is nothing left between my Self and pure bliss.
What I have seen as reality parts like a curtain and there is my home, right there. I experience recognition. This is my home. This is where I came from in the first place. How had…
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