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There are stories and then there is the story. It’s yours.
It takes time to discover it. Too often others tell you what it is. But they
can’t know. Only you know.
When you finally find your voice your story will rise up
from the depths of your being. Its source is your life. You are constantly creating
it. You seldom tell it because you’re afraid. You let others tell you your story. But their
version isn’t you, and it is small.
We don’t voice our tale sometimes because it’s so big. When
we begin to let it rise, it feels like it could tear us apart. It can’t possibly
be who we are. And it’s not. We’re even larger than the story that lives in us.
When we begin to voice it, we become pierced by the light of becoming whose
source is Life Itself.
But you must pick up that pen, raise your voice, glide that
brush, move your body. You must begin to express who you are now. Let your
story out and enter the process of ever becoming that started in darkness.
Strike the match. Watch the flames rise and rise and rise. Gather yourself and
enter your story. Now you are becoming…forever.
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