When story is perceived through the murkiness of fear’s shadow it appears there is only competition, taking, destruction, but when perceived in the clarity of the reality of LOVE’S light, the brilliance of our divine luminous Being, it is witnessed as limitless collaboration, boundless giving, never ending creation. Even the black hole, which is oft portrayed as the ultimate entity of consumption and destruction, is in reality the womb in which new universes are conceived and birthed, one story planting the seeds of creation inside another, inside another, inside another, on and on through Infinity…