The Force and Field of Life is love.
A living radiance that circles you
as air circles breath,
as night circles the stars.
It gathers the animate and the inanimate,
the obvious and the hidden.
It holds what is here,
what is becoming,
and what has already changed its name
and drifted on.
A Dynamic Field of Original Consciousness
once exhaled
and we arrived:
child-sparks flung from an endless hearth,
each one carrying a moon-bright blueprint
burning quietly beneath the heart.
Most of us kindle only a corner,
a small lamp for survival,
a narrow beam trained on the next step,
the next hill, and
the next fear we call practical.
We take shadows for the world.
We take our senses for the whole of truth,
and accept a thin horizon
as if it were the outer rim of the possible.
This is the trance we sit inside:
a room with no windows
because we forgot
we were the ones who sealed the sky.
Yet the greater home is multi-dimensional.
Not elsewhere, but everywhere:
the holy background of all things,
the unseen mother of the seen.
We have always lived there
even as we walked the tightrope
of third-dimensional uncertainty,
murmuring, what I see is what I get,
as if the invisible were not
the womb of form.
Listen:
We have not yet met ourselves fully.
We can heal.
We can rebuild a world
that loves justice,
that honors life,
that makes room for every soul
to flower into its gifts,
magnificent, unhidden, unashamed.
We have tasted this
in passing visions,
in sudden tears,
in moments when the heart
recognized something ancient
and whispered, yes.
But we have not gone where we can go,
not anywhere near.
Perhaps because we did not know
we could.
There is a consciousness beyond space and time,
a luminous mind without edges,
where everything ever made was made:
the beautiful,
the broken,
the holy, and
the cruel.
All of it rising from the same sea
of creative potential,
all of it stirred by the same deep tide.
It is an illusion
that creation belongs only to the physical plane.
The physical plane is simply
the shape our limitation took
when we agreed to forget
how boundless we are.
But your heart still yearns,
and yearning is not a flaw.
Yearning is a compass,
the song that finds your home.
It is a star-script under your skin,
remembering its own name.
Imagine a world where justice shines
like the sun on every being
where needs are met
so gifts can unfold,
so each person can do
what they came here to do.
And when everyone is being
their true self,
the world’s capacity for love and beauty
leaps.
Not by strain,
but by alignment,
like a choir finally finding
the note it was born to hold.
Here, at the level of transcendent consciousness,
everything swirls
ceaseless, alive,
the potential of everything
turning like a galaxy
inside a drop of light.
Here, we can create
beyond our wildest dreams
because everything we need
already exists
as possibility
waiting for a heart
to call it into form,
waiting for devotion
to give it hands.
So close your eyes.
Step into the quantum field
of what’s possible,
where imagination has no fences
and creativity is not a privilege
but a native language,
an ancient inheritance.
Open your heart
and let pure desire spread
deep into the Field.
Not desperate,
not grasping,
but clear,
bright,
devotional.
Like incense rising
from the altar of your need.
Wrap it gently around
the stories,
the poems,
the health,
the courage,
the gardens and homes,
the schools and communities
that lift a life
to its true altitude,
to its appointed sky.
A rich, fulfilling life eluded you
only because you forgot your Self.
You forgot the doorway is inside you.
You forgot you can release
your heart’s longings
from the farthest reaches
of imagination
and the most tender need
to belong.
You have forgotten
that Source never left.
You are Source.
You came from the Quantum Field of Life
and you are still immersed in it,
indivisible, inseparable,
always and forever.
Everything you need is here.
Here, everything is love.
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