If you think that you are the author of what is coming through at any given moment, whether it is words or any craft or action that you do, then you are in an amused state of confusion. We are all deluded as to what our true identity is. If we are fortunate we have someone to remind us in a loving way. We all have innate gifts and when we get recognition for them, it becomes all too easy to be swept away by the intoxication of hoarding that feeling for ourselves but it is meant to share. Without being humble the gift is diminished, even if what we have done lasts for centuries, our individual experience becomes hollow.
We go though and acquire as much wisdom as we think we need but as life proceeds, we often find there isn’t enough to keep us from slipping into bad feelings and forgetting. Each breath is an invitation to return to a place where we aren’t operating from a place of judgement or fear of judgement. If we are truly here to be generators of light conducting happiness and unifying peace, we are accompanied by the source that we generate.