Midweek Update

From the inception of an idea to its manifest form, the spark of light that gives it life can happen in a flash. In no time at all, your inspiration can become a thing on its way to being. What can happen in the flick of a switch, in an instant, is much easier to ascertain as a divinely engendered corporealization than something that takes eons, generations, and ages. In cases where the manufacture of a thing is so grand in scale that you can only experience it atomically, the route to core enthusiasm is fraught with slippages into potentials that whisk your discernment out of your own locus of control. Your ability to find that thread of enthusiasm can be challenged by natural timescales, and at worse, controlled by invisible forces. Such do exist in the realm of nature, as darkness exists at the edge of light. Of course, it’s all relative to your ability to understand, relativize, and entrain your own expansive mindforce. With practice in discerning the filaments of joy that remain unadulterated within even the dimmest of conditions, you become better able to entrain with the divine at work in all things. Thus can you find the route to enthusiasm, and to the home of joy.

Within the substance of endeavor are the myriad potentialities striving to break free from thought into form. You are a potent conduit for such dimensional breaching. How well you understand your place within the scheme of natural power determines to a large extent how your power is put to work. As you are confronted in the coming days with sharp increments of polarity striving to take precedence in finding form, remember the feeling of inspiration that comes with the bright idea of turning on the light. Flip the switch and move from obscurity into determined perfection of your inner ideal. Bit by bit, you shift reality in such a way, freeing yourself from the entropic design of unenthusiastic drive into time-bending grace. Do what you need to do to remind yourself of the tracings on the ground that you’ve been following, and dare to ask yourself if they were drawn by your own hand or another’s. Your own hand has the inbuilt articulation of divinity; you know in your heart of hearts what that is, in its essentiality. It’s not too late to take a deep breath and be honest with your soul. Time will wait for you to take that dive and come back up for air. In the final accounting, your life’s meaning derives from substance of reason rather than the fine print. Honor your soul’s source; maintain love’s course.