Chance Meetings, Cosmic Grace

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What is Given, Received

Let us take refuge in our likeness when unknown eyes run into ours. Breathe — in the expanse offered when such gaze from a stranger discerns deeper connection. Perhaps we never met, true, still we know some-thing about each other.

Our personality may have forgotten, but our soul has not. And though our body’s may have changed, our eyes remained the same.

What is it when someone we don’t know says something so rich, it moves us with tingles or tears? When synchronicity rings so true that we say hmmm…huh. There is no physical threat to us, no, what we feel of this stranger, or angel —  is simply the triggering of the frequency of our connection lighting up our field of remembrance.

Something clicks internal that’s eternal, and now and again, within a blink, decades of searching for understanding is understood — take refuge in the acknowledgement that you are like your brother, oh yes, do.

Take refuge in the angel’s eyes and enter inner dedication. Bring presence in the present moment — for in it, provides the data, proof of something great weaving through us all.

Step into those serendipitous events. And in solidarity join in heart with each other — for on this day we are united — One on big blue-green planet Earth.

We all know as years grow on, we can look back and see the people that shaped and molded our future. Let it not stop there. Gently accept your strange angels stare with open hearts.

These chance meetings?

No, there are no strangers nearby, only angels among us exposing gleams of light reminding us — who we really are.

Return the receipt dear global citizens— all is well — with a word or nod or wave or smile. Take refuge in the fleeting moment our eyes meet in cosmic grace.For it is that waking moment, sent to bring us confirmation of our precious peace — and that moments gift to others, they are safely on their soul-journey.

These are our waking instants.

In the burden of surrender we rise — through us love shall speak. We only need show up wearing our burden gracious, for the word will take the stage, and at once — what is given, is received.

Stand in reverence of each passing gift, because it is in parting — that we receive. Take refuge in our likeness my friends— embrace the wise as it beckons us to rise. In our strangers eyes flash the sentiment; wake up. May I reflect your greatest good?

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