Morning Meds; 4 7 19
Internal turmoil fostered the thought, who is the gatekeeper of my mind, and can I create or appoint one?
The one presently occupying the post seems to be a slacker.
The answer was, the door to our minds only swings out, never in.
The question is not, who is our gatekeeper, the question is, who is the director of our show.
The answer to that is always, I Am.
It’s as if we are standing in a lighthouse with its light to our backs.
The light we see is projected though our consciousness, shaped by our beliefs.
We misinterpret the light projected from within as an external rising sun.
When in fact we are just casting our energy upon a vast expanse of emptiness.
The reason it appears as if it comes from the outside in, is because it seems to just suddenly appear out of nowhere.
Whoops, there it is!
Which is true, for an instant ago it was just unmanifested potential.
We misinterpret turmoil, if not for the turmoil we create for ourselves, we would never awaken.
We would remain hypnotized by our creative prowess and wouldn’t choose to search for who and what we truly are.
We are 100%, I Am, energy.