I

In my perfection, I am unafraid. In my perfection, I flow through the world like Light and it flows through Me. I hum yellow and yellow appears. The sky turns violet and so do I. My muscles are relaxed but strong and I am a physical manifestation of Love. My teeth are Love. I breathe Abundance and my bones are filled with it. Every day I make my Legacy and it is Creation. I collaborate with the Divine Energy of the planet and make my divinity manifest. I am the idea of Manifest. I am grateful. I use each moment on this planet, in this skin, on these ankles, to become my Highest Self. Each moment I am closer to Her and I thank the trees and my mother and my elders and my shoulders and the sun and my father and the bricks and the signs and the shells and the ink and the gates and the blades of grass and the grain that grows downstate. I thank the souls of birds. I bring my mind to its limits of comprehension and seek remembrance. I believe in my own Perfection. I nurture this temporary vessel. I say Thank You to the people that love me. And the cars and the artichokes and the leaves of deep green spinach and the planets and the kittens and the spiders in my bathroom. I thank them all for Loving me. I become and unbecome them. Each day I find a new way to Remember. I sing the limitless heights of my being. I believe in my safety and passage and growth. I claim my own perfection and become it.

II
It is easiest, and therefore tempting, when misfortunes accumulate, to ask why bad things are happening to you, why the Universe is doing this to you, what have you done to deserve such difficulty. I strive on this day to ask instead “Why have I created these circumstances for Myself?” “What do I wish to teach Myself? How much stronger will I emerge? Faster, wiser, sharper?” Of all of the things to stress about, money should not ever be one of them. Money itself is a tool to uphold an illusion of Universal lack. It symbolizes a limitation of resources in a Universe defined by Abundance. If there is a Hell, it is only an ascription to the illusion of lack. And if there is a paradise, it is perfect acceptance of Universal abundance.

Therefore, in this moment, I need only breathe. Everything I need, I already have or have the ability to create. There is nothing that I can imagine that I cannot claim as my own. In this perfect belief, there is Peace. And in Peace, there is a vast plain awaiting my acts of Creation.

If I can find a way to teach these things, then my work as a teacher will be more meaningful to me. But how do you teach a sidewalk that it is air? I trust that as I continue to seek, Knowledge and Understanding will be revealed to me. I am grateful for my face and my eyes and my hands this day. I’m grateful for growth. For my ability to love.