She knew she had only one purpose now and that was to remind all with ears that could listen and eyes that can see, they must now let go and remember it was they that had manifested this illusion of forgetting the LOVE they really are. In order that they could have the experience of being separate from their divine selves, believing that it would expand their consciousness further than the infinite it already was. This was a grave delusion, a tragic error in judgement, for there was nothing to experience or learn in this story, but fear and suffering. And if now they did not wake up they would suffer beyond all imagining, as the final chapter of this dead end, nightmare tale unfolded. “Wake, wake now,” she screamed. “You are not this, you are LOVE. You scripted this play.”, begging she pleaded. “Wake now, please, for I can not a moment longer see you in such needless agony, my beloved, lovers, that are LOVE. I do not wish to leave you behind.”, tears streaming she cried.
“WE ALREADY HAVE everything we need. There is no need for self-improvement. All these trips that we lay on ourselves—the heavy-duty fearing that we’re bad and hoping that we’re good, the identities that we so dearly cling to, the rage, the jealousy and the addictions of all kinds—never touch our basic wealth. They are like clouds that temporarily block the sun. But all the time our warmth and brilliance are right here. This is who we really are. We are one blink of an eye away from being fully awake.” ~ Pema Chödrön, Start Where You Are: A Guide to Compassionate Living