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The phrase Who I am and Who am I, interestingly enough by exchanging the placement of the words,
one is a statement and one is a question. Seemingly in life we attach to the dyslexic state of who we are,
in saying “Who am I” looking for the affirmation of “Who I am”, life unaware of the statement rather
being attached to the question continues a dyslexic cycle constantly being seen to be released from. The
release comes in standing still in your self.
In this world I am known as a mother, grandmother, sister, aunt, niece and daughter. Spiritual definition
could be conscious channel, healer, oracle, and communicator. In truth all are labels, unneeded. I am a
conduit/filter as we all are from my larger self and my physical self. All others are attributes taken on to
define and understand physical linkage.
I have in this lifetime been damned and blessed by others though understanding relationships to chosen
definitions. We posses the eyes of our soul, consistently being seen by each other through the eyes of
their soul. Often thought of as separate eyes, but all being seen through a single eye of a much larger
universe. Through the single eye we are all as one. Each carrying individual traits, paths of travel through
sight which holds many filters, but all of one creative vision.
I am not one to pick up a book for answers. I ask and receive the answers for the knowledge I desire. I
have a passion and release the words to be interpreted just as they are meant to be by the receiver.
Though I am constantly asked by my circle of guidance “Do you understand?” I do not feel a desire to ask
another for a personal meaning to what is shared. Believing the eyes of the soul are constantly also
receiving and filtering what is desired. Without myself having to verify.
There is a joy received what another feels the joy. Whether that might be healing recognized, a cat
located in another state and rejoined with it’s owner, a grandmother being able to locate her estranged
grandchildren after years of searching, the smiles exchanged when reading for someone, or providing
validation to another of who stands at their shoulders. Being able to use the tools given, to build a
bridge of understanding and validation between the physical world and the real world which is largely
unseen, filtered by the eyes of the soul.
To quote Carrie Underwood in an interview when she sang at the Grand Old Opry “I think God puts
talents in our lives, and when we discover what those talents are doors come open to share with others”.
We all have a passion to share that passion as if it is a continual fire being allowed to share, knowing the
fire will always burn brighter. My passion is sharing what is an integral part of Who I Am with this world,
through the one eye that shines unfiltered into all eyes of a creator, continually recreating a vision born
of a universal mind through all the neural paths housed within a physical being(s). I think the quote that
says it best is “my father has many mansions” and each of uses another mansion of personal design. All
unique, all equal, with none greater than our Intelligent design.
