As we travel through the journey of life inspiration often becomes muddied beneath the pressure of practicality. The voice of spirit is lost in translation, drowning in the currents of commitment and obligation.
We do not create magic.
We are magic.
Your very existence is evidence of this magical essence, for it is the creative spark that brought your soul into reality. This world is nothing but a dream and your beating heart assures this. When we settle for a life that captures our light the very purpose is lost. Instead of honoring passion we become slave to conformity. The gentle voice of our dreams is abandoned beneath the clamor of external pressure.
Your very existence is evidence of this magical essence, for it is the creative spark that brought your soul into reality. This world is nothing but a dream and your beating heart assures this.When we settle for a life that captures our light the very purpose is lost. Instead of honoring passion we become slave to conformity. The gentle voice of our dreams is abandoned beneath the clamor of external pressure.
We never forget, of course, that our dreams lay wasted. Those quiet moments without a soul to distract always return us to the self we abandon. The cause lay in wait for the day we decide our lives are too beautiful to be wasted on fears that will never break daylight.
Did you aspire to a grand cause?
Fill your days with passion and love until manifested into every corner of physical reality?
Often we believe sacrifice is noble, as though leaving happiness behind is the mark of maturity. Contenting yourself with empty days is the mark of cowardice, not a source of pride. There are practical responsibilities that may influence the pursuit of your dreams. However none is sufficient to surrender arms. The cause placed in your heart is a directive, leading you toward a future of joy.
When one soul walks away from their calling the world suffers. We suffer from the dreams that never reach day; messages of hope and inspiration that could have liberated the hearts of those in reach. We become silenced beneath our own fear, lost in fearful images that are little more than empty space.
Remorse is perhaps one of the heaviest emotions. It awaits in silence when you can no longer pretend the truth isn’t screaming your name. Instead we turn toward short pleasures; the kind that leave our hearts as quickly as they caress our lips. We content ourselves with scraps when the universe has provided a feast granted we have the courage to move forward.You will only see yourself waiting at the end of this life. Every action will be measured against your spirit.
These questions are difficult to answer because it places responsibility precisely where it belongs. Far easier to imagine a cruel fate that broke our spirit, relationships that needed our sacrifice for survival. Where true love is present it will never demand of you to shrink. Love expands all in proximity until it is drawn back to self. Love is limitless, not the biased conditions of a wounded ego.
When we broach excuses in the face of destiny it will laugh at our self-delusion. For it was always within your power to choose the path and who accompany you along the journey. Wasted moments of loss that could have been resurrected in passion.
If there is time to reclaim self it is today. The future belongs to those who live in the moment. It is only in the present that you can transform your world. When you learn to gift action toward passion you will eventually find it fuel to the present. Learn to recognise what is necessary to bring these ideas to reality. Learn to honor the creative visions that garner excitement.
When the soul wakes from a tired rouse it grants blessing. The passion we once felt begins to flow through our veins, the flame has been lit. Your eyes will sparkle with the magic that is your father; the days will flow with a power you convinced yourself was lost.
This the path of dreams, and it is rarely an easy walk.
Those around you will murmur in confusion, the strange decisions that move you further from their touch. The artist can only exist through creation. You are both creator and creation; the mother and child. Division will never survive the soul, for we are everything and nothing. Titles will never satisfy a soul that longs to hear its own song.
Your heart is the barometer of who you must become in this life. It remembers the visions that call before birth. The desire that has worn thin through inertia and fear. The heart burns with a passion while the mind can only tremble.
You are born an original but many die a copy. Authenticity is the mark of those who follow their dreams, live in alignment with a cause. Of course this true self is never lost, simply mired beneath reflection of what could have been. This dream still lives silently, awaiting the step when it is too late to turn back.
When we decide to heed the call of soul, magic enters.
Stagnation is an indication ego is at the helm. When fear begins to limit progress the mind has begun to plot the trajectory. Instead of following the path of wisdom, we carefully construct a plan that is unlikely to manifest. Learning to move with the tide, follow inspiration is fundamental to growth.
Only love and commitment can allow magic to thrive.
You are the magic the universe has gifted to self.
We are the bringers of the new dawn.
