What I share with you is concerned with the heart. Its aim is to address the burdens carried by many. The words written here are not designed by ego. They are designed by love which travels at the speed of light and transcends the darkness of our streets. Inspiration motivates the co-creation of ideas based on divine love and wisdom. There is great and sure reward in this work. There is thankfulness for the stream of light and love which enters and permeates every word, thought, and action.
Every day we live the story which is the story of every man and woman on this planet. Every time we sit still and quietly, we are guided to describe the beauty and magic of every experience which takes shape in life. Again, it is the experience of every man and woman. It is a shared experience. It is not for myself, by myself, or of myself. It is of something benevolent and high, and we are a vessel of its work. The experiences described are not necessarily the stories of the front page news, covers of magazines, government officials, stars on film, magnificent athletes, or lifestyles of the rich and famous. The current stories of beauty and magic have increasingly become the stories of the most ordinary people on the planet. They are the stories of unfamiliar names and faces, unrecognized work, nearly empty pockets, broken down autos, creaky homes. This story can be about you or about me.
Today, people want to hear their own story echo across the sky. This is the moment when life shares the story that belongs to the weary soul seeking the ultimate answer. Long enough, we’ve heard the rags to riches stories of the few and far between. Now, we long to hear the story of the multitudes who have journeyed far and long eager to find the place of grace and glory. It is time to tell the story of the person who has little to no material achievements to display.
This day we tell the story of the person who wakes every day to a life of routine. We tell the story of the person who often strains to accomplish the obligations which ensure food on the table and a roof over the head. They are confining obligations which guarantee survival. In this day and age, a new type of slave has been defined. The strenuous work of today’s slave does not always test physical limitations as much as it tests the mind and heart. The heart endures the heaviest burden expressed by sadness and longing. Every daily task prompts the question of why. Why am I doing this? We are slaves with powerful, emerging demands to change the conditions of our surroundings.
We’ve stumbled on a breaking point in our journey. We can no longer live emotionally and mentally disabled unable to reap the joys of life. We ask this Universe to publicize the story of the tired and weary, the simple and plain, the hidden and weak. Let it be known that a new type of life matters and triumphs. Every question compels an answer because it is a fate of our journey. The breaking point has transformed the heart of every man and woman and the universe has conspired to announce it loud and clear and propel us to a future far away from the fatigue of the current moment, day, and life. The core of kindness and gentleness lies in the plea of each person to declare the life of anyone of us meaningful and important. Here lies the base for the manifestation of a new order which can catapult our cities to a place, not for him, her, or them, but for us.