There is ONLY the whole of.

You may stay on your own path, in your own lane, bypassing all the gatherings of energetic fear.

Like walking down a sidewalk and going around protesters—without being pulled into their cause or their angst.

Noticing, at times, with amusement or with empathy—

but continuing on your own path.

And as soon as you pass by,

a gentle breeze acknowledges you and your presence.

You may notice the cracks on the sidewalk—

but look even closer:

to the insects, the weeds popping up through and surviving.

That is more entertaining—

and only the tip of what is going on.

Like a loner in a swamp shack, armed and wary, you may find yourself reacting to life as if everything is a threat—even love. That is how you may respond when you’ve suffered and stored your emotions, trapping them within your physical body in the same locations where the offense first occurred.

Like an operatic singer hitting the note—the right pitch to break crystal—this is a moment, a hush and held breath in time, when all with shells so thin will release the newly formed melodies into the air. It too will—and does—flow on a vibrational stream unseen, but felt when tuned to, giving peace and contentment even in tumultuous situations.

Pick up the luggage you wish to carry so that when you open it at your desired destination, it will be the clothes and opportunities that you want to wear, rather than things that don’t fit or are ill-cared for—old and not useful to you at this stage of your revolution and evolution.

No void ever exists. No space is a vacuum.

Love—and the energy that carries it like the wings of a dove—is always available and can be accessed simply by allowing.

The breath is your vehicle, waiting for you to recognize it as such. Once fully embodied, the breath becomes more than fuel—it becomes the map, the path, the way forward. There are no borders. No passports. No judgment. Just the breath, gently guiding you to all you seek and all you sought before entering this life.

Like a self-driving car of the cosmos, your breath knows the way. It shifts into low gear when mountains rise. It coasts when it’s time to rest. All you have to do is breathe—and trust the ride.

A container of ocean water does not carry with it the experience of the wind on your face, the sound of the surf, or the call of the birds—it becomes only salt water

Only your mind—whether conscious or not—is holding you, like a pin on a board, to where you think you must be.

Your location and conditions aren’t changing at all, but how you feel about where you are—and what is going on around and outside of you—is changing, and rapidly.

Settle into your current situation and change how you feel.

Not necessarily about what you are observing, but how you may feel about it.

Scratching your way out of the hole, or trying to pause the dive midair, does not create new pathways. It only disrupts the flow, the form, and the symmetry of the path you are on.

Flow with all. Remain free and relaxed, so that your energetic impulses are not bound by invisible constraints defined by others.