Tag: belonging

I am your sister in the family of Oneness.

I am a spark of Creation.

I have carried many names through what I experience as many timelines and many expressions of Being.

I have suffered.

And I have known Peace and Joy beyond the limitations of ordinary perspective.

I have fought in wars…

and I have walked for Peace.

I have known loneliness, abandonment, and sorrow.

I have also belonged to families who worked together…

laughed together…

and sang with joy.

I have created.

I have destroyed.

I have stumbled.

I have risen.

And through every experience, I have learned.

Wisdom has grown from the living of it all.

For much of my life, I followed paths that systems and others told me were proper.

I honor those paths.

They, too, taught me.

But now…

I walk in Truth and sovereign authority.

I honor and recognize the teachers and Beings of Light whom I experience as having walked before me.

I am grateful for every hand that seemed to reach toward me when I stumbled…

every lantern that illuminated enough of the path for me to take another step…

every presence that reminded me I was not walking alone.

But I no longer wait for another to tell me who I AM.

I AM HERE.

I walk in Peace.

I walk steadily.

I no longer need to race toward embodiment as though there were somewhere else I must arrive.

One step.

Then another.

I belong.

I am welcomed.

Like the prodigal daughter returning home, I finally allow myself to take my place at the banquet table.

I am enough.

I do not need to be perfect.

I need only remain present…

steady…

and true.

I have always been enough.

Now I remember.

There is all the time in Infinite Creation…

and not another moment needs to be surrendered to regret, guilt, or anything that keeps me from the freedom of Being.

And perhaps, dear traveler, if you have been walking beside me for a while, there is something I would ask you to remember as well.

You are loved.

Not when you become perfect.

Not when you finally get everything right.

Now.

You are loved.

You are enough.

Whatever your spiritual language, whatever path has brought you here, perhaps those you regard as teachers, guides, or sacred companions are not standing at the end of the road asking you to prove yourself worthy.

Perhaps they are holding lanterns.

Perhaps they are illuminating the path just enough for you to recognize something that has been true all along.

You already belong.

The light may show you the way…

but the steps are yours.

And perhaps coming home is not about finally reaching some distant place.

Perhaps it is the moment you stop standing outside…

and remember:

I AM HERE.

— Mareya Shimayah Elohim