As a fleeting glimpse, it arrives without announcement – a chance visitation, in a moment unrecognised and yet . . . strangely familiar.
When it lands on us there is a peace to behold. A paralysing stillness impounds consciousness to stop and take notice. In the air close-by floats an unmoving truth, an awakening within the heart to the full beauty and majesty of our deepest presence. Without a breath taken is realised in word of heart, a simple string complete . . .
“I can be nothing else but this . . .”
Moments later, as in the quietude of its arrival – it departs . . . and we are once again in receipt of its calling. In the wake of a radiant moment, we are left in the gaze of its soft focus.
What was that?
In your universe, “your word” is law. To refine; your word in this moment is built above the words of your past – or your beliefs. In the divine creation of life, to ask is to create. When consciousness asks, it creates. The content of your word is received without notice.
When I ask in this moment “who am I”? My universe adjusts to deliver. If, in the depth of my word there is belief that “the real me” is beyond my vision, then my universe provides that – without fail. The miracle of life is the “X” factor. Despite obnubilated vision, there is always a moment in time when I surrender my blindness. When in the beauty of the moment I find myself in; I forget that I can’t see!
In this moment arrives my deepest recollection – a reminding shoulder tap that I am more than I have made myself to be. Just for a moment, I stopped for long enough to allow its silent vibration to resonate within – and without. In its passing beauty, I notice I am in gratitude of everything that came before me, and with this, I am left in the clearing awareness of its origin . . .
My realisation of these visitations bares the imprint of my “Inner Child” – for me, a place always remembered. With many repetitions, I realise such moments of profound simplicity and insight could only exist outside of my rational human experience. Within the signature of my inner child moment, is contained my truest nature. Within the poignant peace of my beginning, lies the essential aspect of who I really am.
Who am I really?
I am as a child still – and always will.