Why so sad? Why so disheartened? Why do you allow your mood to swing so? First it’s high, then low. When you ride the waves of life this is how you live. When you look to the outside, the outer, you ride the waves, the highs and lows clinging to the edge of your small boat for your life. Your knuckles are white with the terror of your tight grip. Yet what are you really holding on to? The boat, which you are never really sure if it will sink or float? How about floating gently through life with Me? Flowing majestically on the high seas, riding the waves with confidence for the power which is the wave is the power you are, the power you work with in each moment, a power which does not slam against you but flows through you.
When you truly live through Me your life will reflect the peace and power which is the ocean. The depth and breadth of the ocean will be the all you are. You will not fear drowning. As you are the all of the ocean, you cannot drown in your self. One drop of water does not fear the cup of water. It is glad to be home with family. And added to the cup it is no longer separate, no longer alone but one with the all, no separation, none.
You are that drop now. You are that drop of water in the ocean. You are the wave. You are the water in the depths of the sea. You are who you are but you are no more separated from any other than one drop of water in the ocean is from any other. Together all is one. When you look at your reflection you only see yourself but you are not looking properly. For as you look about you are as well seeing yourself.
When a wave slams into the beach and splashes water into the air, a little drop of water sees himself for a brief instant as an individual drop, a single piece of water, a separate identity from the all. From the time of its birth (the big splash) up to its death (its return to the all of the ocean) seems an eternity to the little drop. He is suddenly aware of the world and sees himself as alone and separate.
This is how you see yourself as alone and separate from the all of life that is. And each of you, just like the little drop of water will just as naturally and effortlessly return to the One that is, just as the splashed up drop of water. Even as that drop felt separate, he was still all the One was. He was still of the same substance, he just did not recognize it.
Are you understanding this, dear ones? Do not fear the ocean. Do not fear life. Ride the waves in confidence that you cannot be swallowed up by or up heaved by any perceived turbulence. For all such turbulence is of your mind. Your heart knows better for your heart knows Me.
Excerpted from the book Listen Hear, A Divine Love Story by Debra Clemente
When you truly live through Me your life will reflect the peace and power which is the ocean. The depth and breadth of the ocean will be the all you are. You will not fear drowning. As you are the all of the ocean, you cannot drown in your self. One drop of water does not fear the cup of water. It is glad to be home with family. And added to the cup it is no longer separate, no longer alone but one with the all, no separation, none.
You are that drop now. You are that drop of water in the ocean. You are the wave. You are the water in the depths of the sea. You are who you are but you are no more separated from any other than one drop of water in the ocean is from any other. Together all is one. When you look at your reflection you only see yourself but you are not looking properly. For as you look about you are as well seeing yourself.
When a wave slams into the beach and splashes water into the air, a little drop of water sees himself for a brief instant as an individual drop, a single piece of water, a separate identity from the all. From the time of its birth (the big splash) up to its death (its return to the all of the ocean) seems an eternity to the little drop. He is suddenly aware of the world and sees himself as alone and separate.
This is how you see yourself as alone and separate from the all of life that is. And each of you, just like the little drop of water will just as naturally and effortlessly return to the One that is, just as the splashed up drop of water. Even as that drop felt separate, he was still all the One was. He was still of the same substance, he just did not recognize it.
Are you understanding this, dear ones? Do not fear the ocean. Do not fear life. Ride the waves in confidence that you cannot be swallowed up by or up heaved by any perceived turbulence. For all such turbulence is of your mind. Your heart knows better for your heart knows Me.
Excerpted from the book Listen Hear, A Divine Love Story by Debra Clemente
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