The window in the heart
Dear Soul,
What would you have me know? What do you need to say to me?
Oh thank heavens you asked. So much. I have so much to say. I feel a rush to say it because I don’t know how long the window is open for me to transmit to you.
I’ll come back, promise. What is most essential right now?
You are free, Claire.
You are free.
You are not bound. You are not bound.
I, the soul, am Free.
YOU ARE FREE. YOU ARE FREE.
You are Sovereign.
You are not bound by the chains of addiction, or money or bosses or the past or grief or your dad and brothers or men or the patriarchy or 12 step programs or religion or your age or your abilities.
YOU ARE FREE.
So act like it my darling!
YOU ARE FREE.
Anything that feels confining is untrue.
Do not believe it.
Anything that diminishes the light shining through is not true.
You are only here to experience the pure light within you, which is Me, the soul.
You are like a window, I am like the sun.
Your only raison d’etre is to let me pass through you, lighting and warming you and everybody and thing that passes in front of your window. To let me create prisms as I pass through your beautiful, clear glass.
Anything AT ALL that obscures, tarnishes, diminshes or dims this interplay is not real and is not to be trusted.
What are these things, Soul?
First and foremeost, lies about you not being the right enough kind of window.
Lies about your window being too big or too old or too oddly shapen or in the wrong place at the wrong time at the wrong angle.
The ais the first lie that severely disfigures the clarity of the window.
But isn’t it true, Soul?
No, my darling.
What is true, Soul?
Your window is perfection. Period.
It is the PERFECT size, shape, thickness, orientation and it hangs in exactly the right place at the right angle at the right time. It is exactly where it is meant to be for me to pass through it in the most glorious perfection.
Your entire work now as a human is dismantling all the crud on the window that keeps me from shining through.