"As a child I thought if I could touch the sky I could touch the face of God. As a man I learned that all I had to do was touch my own heart"
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Again, The River***

 

I am feeling the River once again, its deep currents flowing through the spaces between my thoughts.  For a while I had cast a shroud over it, as I terrorized myself with myown  mind.  Release from the prison I forged came when I summoned the courage to do that which was simplest, yet most profound;  I allowed myself to experience the fear – not to deny, run, magnify or nurture – but to simply allow.  The result was another miracle.

 

Feeling the fear, breathing into it, is the price of admission to the River of Life.  Once we do this, we discover how simple it was all along.  The Observer Self, the one who feels the fear, flows naturally into the sacred waters. The ego, the sense of self, is forever changed, as it now identifies with the magnificence which the River embodies. There is space now, space between the illusion and the reborn self.  Whatever remains of the former inexorably loses its charge.  You are free.

 

Over and over again, I teach myself that there is no other path, but the path of surrender to All That Is.