On this New Year’s Day I choose life eternal, love infinitely expanding, sweet peace, joyful and profound. On this path I place my shoes. The collective belief that claims only certain things to be possible and death to be inevitable can go hang.
I reclaim my power rooted in this now, this eternal moment of creativity. I open to all possibilities for love and plenty. I leave all doors open, even those that may lead to darkness and pain, for only through infinite possibility can maximum mutative morphogenesis take place. I trust the living love of our Most Wholly Self.
I return to this bottom line, though betimes it seems the promise of a brave new age fades as the old falls drunkenly on its face, disgraced by death and denial of dreams gone by. I am betimes sliced by the razor-edged knife of mine own ambiguity, so quivery uncertain of the trustworthiness of circumstances to come. Do I create my own reality, or is that a fallacy? Am I evolving into greater love and fullness of promise, or merely blundering through a random game of chance, the victim of events that I cannot foresee or defend against?
These questions approach crisis frequency as I age. The stakes grow higher as the hooded spectre of perceived mortality raises its mottled, wrinkly neck and thwips its slotted tongue in my face.
Still, I can’t shake my conviction that profound unprecedented change is possible, nor slake my hunger for same. I, as much as anyone, might discover a way never before known to change the shape of collective consciousness and, consequently, open new channels for experience.
So, again, I choose to embrace my place within Most Wholly Self, that collective entity which is unimaginably greater than the sum of its parts (which are themselves unimaginably great). I allow the voices in my head which claim the name to guide me into correct relationship and to open doors in blessed synchrony.
I choose to believe in possibility, for the fatalistic alternative has been endlessly tried and found faulty, fruitless and futile.
