Expansion

Excerpt from "Matri: Letters from the Mother"...by Zoe Ann Nicholson

Stop your thought. Open your heart to me. My balancing and unifying energy will come from within you. As you practice, your life will be filled with energy and grace. I will step forward and reveal your powers and your tasks in perfect order. They will be shown from within and at your own pace. You will have the information and energy as needs arise.

You do not have to seek lessons; they will cross your path in natural order. Those who need your compassion will present themselves to your life. Those for whom you are responsible will find their way to you. You must stand strong, observe the opposition, practice compassion, and seek the center. Offer to them what they do not have and is within your power to give. As your giving expands, so will your energy. It will be me working through you. It will be us working together to bring the world into balance.

Giving and Receiving

He spoke to me as I opened the door to go into the bank. "Excuse me, Miss, but could I talk to you?" "No thank you," I said, abruptly, startled by the ease at which I could dismiss him. Approaching the bank's ATM machine, I watched him walk past and away. Later, on the street, I would see him again, this time going in the opposite direction as me. "Thank you for not helping me," he said or I thought is what I heard.

I stopped and watched him walk away. Something told me he was not asking for money only, but was asking for more. "Hey!" I yelled to him. He stopped. "Come here," I asked of him. He returned and as he did, I noticed he was young, maybe my daughters' ages, maybe younger, and he had a large overgrowth on both sides of his neck. Frighteningly wide. His neck looked developed like a football player's stuck on top of a regular-sized body of a young man. His lips were patchy white.

I asked him what did he want to talk to me about? He said he was raising money to put out a cd of his music. "So you want me to make a donation?" I asked. "Yes," he said, holding a plastic bag. "What is in there?" I asked. And out he pulled sheets of paper with pencil drawings on them. "Did you do these?" I asked. "Yes," he said. I went into my purse, and withdrew $10. "Let me buy one," I said, and he looked at me, a glimmer of light returning to his eyes.

I choose the one you see in the picture. He took the money and thanked me. Soon after we parted I'd wished I had told him that it might be better to get a folding table and to sit there with his drawings and a sign, explaining what he was trying to do. But he was gone. And so was my opportunity.

I walked on to my destination, praying he was still walking up and down the sidewalk by the time I returned, but I have not seen him again. I have his picture, though. I have a piece of him, and I feel better with his creativity in my presence.

You have Everything

Breath. The only thing that separates you from this life and eternal life is your breath. How often do you feel the breath coming in and out of you? Take a moment. Right now. Feel your lungs bringing in the air, exhaling it. Shallow air is just that. Breathe deep and feel the life, this life, inside you, moving you, sustaining you.

Breathe easy and know you are loved, cared for, and carry with you all the answers.

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