The world is still magic. I have come to remind you of this just this now. If you are standing on the ground, the rest of you is literally in heaven. Always was, and everyone knows this but maybe forgot, but never totally beyond remembering. Love is the way in; easier said than done.
"Except ye become as little children, ye shall in no way enter the kindom of heaven"
To become as a little child again is not the same as being childish. To become as a little child again is to be filled with wonder. To become as a little child again is to remember how to trust. To be eager, even wild about learning.
And playing! Play that is love at work, working so hard at this very, all important, play! What is it you are passionate to do that when you are doing it you are in the 'zone'? Is this work or play? This is the gate to the unexplored dimensions.
The kindom of heaven is a realm of relatedness, not a top down hierarchy. These are layers and dimensions, possibilities and probabilities, things hoped for and things to be, waiting for your love. The universe is throbbing with energy and magic, mostly invisible and unnoticed except when we stop and be still long enough to harmonize with its flow.
Try this: at random moments (set an alarm if you want to be really random) just STOP. Be still, listen take stock of what you see, feel, are thinking... Just let it all swirl around your stillness for a moment, the entire immensity of the universe. Then go back into your day, refreshed by the perspective.
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