I am, by nature, a reductionist. Always looking for that least common denominator. Awake or dreaming it is the same. Can’t seem to help myself.

Past lives? Sure, I’ve had my share, but so what? I’m here now aren’t I? I do believe I am.

And that’s the bottom line you know. Believing. Here we can even believe in the unbelievable and low and behold! Like magic.

Nothing wrong with magic. No matter how grand it is though, it can’t replace your truth. Now that’s a fact.

Aren’t you hungry for your truth? Come on now, tell the truth. I mean, what else is there?

It only takes one of us to remember that truth and the entire stage lights up. Now that’s a show to behold. I remember the last time I was here and one remembered. Sweet Jesus, I remember. Heaven touched the earth, and those there that day who glimpsed what happened, well, they were never the same again. Oh no, they were awakened. I remember. And it changed everything.

Are you ready? It only takes one. And there’s no reason in the world that one cannot be you.

Oh my dear Awakened One, tell me what you see. Touch my heart, touch my soul and let me know. Let me know that it’s all right. Please tell me what I long to hear. After all, you promised to come back and find me. I’m ready.