SELF - THE PERFECT MIRROR

Since the beginning of July I have felt ever so tired once again and sleeping hours on end, up for two or three then back in bed once again. Feeling strange is not the word for it, but then in this transition any feeling that is not the old "norm" is the new valid "norm". It just takes a bit of plugging into.

My recent "going it alone" once again after months being in group/collective mode has been a wise move as I have experienced mySelf like never before. No one else to hang out with (except the odd comment here or there, the odd email here or there). Just being with me.

What a wonderful new look at mySelf I am observing. A Self-reflection, so to speak, but not the type to which I have been accustomed to of times past.

You see, I am coming to see mySelf as the purest, transparent mirror of Love reflecting back at me and the view is so naked, so clear, so pure, so white as the driven snow, that the light is almost blinding .

What I am finding that this Pure Universal Love as Self, (for that is what Self is of course, as Original Soul) is providing the perfect reflection to bring up from the deepest depths that which is unlike ItSelf. All that which is unpure, unholy, less than sacred. All that which has been depressed, suppressed, oppressed, repressed again and again is now so transparently obvious that to not surrender it for transformation would be an obvious "giveaway" for there are no secrets now. All is becoming transparent where choices can finally be made to allow the light of purity to work its magic of deep cleansing.

No more this guilt, blame and shame game, for Self has shattered that illusion, and instead the Temple of Pure Soul is at last built from the ground roots up on a transparent foundation so stable nothing will shake it apart. The Whole and Holy Being, One as All There Is, housed at last in its deserved Abode, the Temple Body of Beauty and Love which cannot and will not be put asunder!

From the Womb of Expanded Expression, the pregnant pause is no longer, but rather about to take form as the Divine Sovereign King and/or Queen of Self each with no subjects, but instead in limitless freedom, flying in full delight of Being OneSelf.

The Butterfly is free at last.

Shared in Love, Joy and Freedom, as One Be(com)ing Al(l)one with and as Self

Elizabeth
July 6 2009