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And also to note that though it may not have been so obvious, there was a lot of difficult energy and feelings of fear and guilt around during those what were for you relatively unconscious times, in terms of all you were going through and struggling and dealing with… You may have “hidden” much of the outer appearances of that, but young children without any language, understanding or experience for it, pick up very deeply on the energy and subtle expressions of their parents, environment and circumstances…

None of this is about guilt or its dual corollary blame, all of which is complete illusion… Michael came into this lifetime to heal all of this, exactly as it has been given to him… That is what he is here for… The same as all of us… Too bad most people don’t realize this…

The circumstances for me surrounding the above passage happened a little over 30 years ago, and yet here I am feeling the inexhaustible wonderment of healing because someone was able to see me. To see me as I was without judgement, but with an awareness so penetrating my entire being feels enveloped in Love and Light seemingly unimaginable, but entirely genuine, authentic, palpable, and vibrant.

This has to have been what it was like for the woman at the well in Samaria when Jesus approached her and asked her for a drink. During their exchange, He saw her through all the illusory and dualistic beliefs she mistakenly accepted about herself and her life and she was therefore and thereafter free—a burden lifted and dissipated.

No wonder she ran off in utter amazement and indescribable joy exclaiming “Come, see a man who told me everything I’ve ever done.”

This is our mission!

We are born into this life to heal and be healed—to see and be seen–through all our strife, anxieties, stresses, and messes to the beauty of the Christ that indwells each and every one of us. There is no higher calling and it is one to which we all are called.

This journey only requires that we be . . .

     . . . open

               . . . listen

                         . . . in tune

                                  . . . with those with whom we share this walk.

There it is again . . . “we are all just walking each other home.” Can you not see it? Can you not hear it? Do you not feel the urgent expectancy? Can you not feel the awe and reverent holiness? Can you not imagine the realities of this consciousness?

Do this . . . and set the world ablaze with the soothing balm of restoration and peace.

I woke up this morning with a feeling of anticipation and expectancy, “I wonder what will happen today for me to write about.”

I was not disappointed. God was prepared!

One of my other volunteer gigs is as a Read Aloud Volunteer in Berkeley County Public Schools.

My grown sons will tell you that I love to read aloud.

Reading aloud to them is one of our keepsake memories. From the time they were little up until they were in high school, I read to them. Sometimes on the steps leading into the interior of our home, sometimes at the breakfast table, sometimes at bedtime—age appropriate fiction or nonfiction, devotionals, and even books about relationships (as they got older)—we did a lot of reading.

I know my father will appreciate this post because as a child I did NOT like to read and he frequently “nagged” me to do so. He is a voracious reader and probably couldn’t understand why he had a daughter that was not—I’m sure he was worried as well.

That all changed for me when in seventh grade I read To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. I could not put it down! It was and still is a favorite book. Later my father got me hooked on historical fiction with a set of westerns known as the Wagons West Series by Dana Fuller Ross.

As a teacher, I did read-alouds in my classroom, even when I taught Science; so, when I saw this opportunity on social media searching for volunteers, I jumped at the chance. This activity also gave me additional time to spend with my 8-year-old granddaughter in her third-grade classroom.

Today was my last weekly visit.  When I finished, each student brought me a hand-made thank you note which was unexpected and joyfully received. Before leaving the parking lot, I read them all.

I was deeply touched by their sincere wishes of thanks, but one in particular was especially inspirational. The following is as she wrote it:

Dear – reader
Thank you for comeing here and to respect our school. We will all miss you and dont forget that we will always be with you. Your the best reader in the world

Did you see it?

“dont forget that we will always be with you.”

Isn’t that amazing? Because it is so true!

I wonder if Jesus had this in mind when he sent out his disciples two by two to “proclaim the kingdom of God.”  I wonder if this how the disciples felt when they returned “with joy.”

The gospel of Matthew ends with Jesus saying, “And remember! I will be with you always, yes, even until the end of the age.”

So, go forth, extend your heart and let others “always be with you.” You won’t regret it!