There is a Superhero inside of You!

Life is a funny thing...

From the moment of birth, we start dying. 

Ironic, yet fundamentally true. 

Punch as hard as you want, eat all the healthy greens you can, swing up, duck hard left, dodge the incoming bullets from Kalashnikov's automatic rifle (aka: the infamous AK 47 rifle), keep sashaying down those gilded Fields of Sunflowers, don't forget your broccoli and hand sanitizer, but the Engineer operating the Train Above of All Inevitability has been calling your name from the day you entered this world ~ and you cannot negotiate with Gravity. She's gonna get ya!

From day one, the sands have begun to slip away....

And yet, and yet, that doesn't mean anything bad. Rather, it's a missive from Heaven and the Divine Above to start movin'! To make this day count and indeed your very life matter! 

So skip slap sexy hard and scurry scrap swift up the silky sidelines smoothly and scale hard ways up into those Magnanimous and Magnificent, Benevolent, Beneficent and Big-Hearted Hills in this Ethereal Stardom of Eternity Above! Rise Child, get up and get climbing up Your own personal proverbial Hill to claim only that which you can...

This is just a longwinded way of saying be true to yourself, for in the morning mirror of your eyes, you answer to only to two entities: You, and I though I'll give ya three guesses towards the second one, I think you'll only need one. ( ;

For the Gods and Goddesses Almighty Above recognize how ridiculously Awesome Sauce you are, indeed you are so amazin' to the point that it shakes the Streets of Heaven Herself and the candelabras of The Silver City stir in power and passion, and will sway in your direction as you sway and ganter gaunter gaze towards the Light! So strike up and tightly lace your roller skates skillfully but know it's more than okay to fall fumble forwards towards the Gates of Ecstacy, indeed Heaven expects that. It's part of learning who you are. So fall full and roll on towards your own special Place into the Book of Humanity.

And as you stroll skip slide skate down the Silver Streets, high fiving Angels left and right, and sailin' smoothly towards that unbelievable Buffet that's been prepared for you even before you where conceived into existence, but not before you were a dream in the mind of God, know that the Front Porch Light of the Overground has been on for you since Day One.

Indeed, the Rings of Saturn, celestial and full of watery particles, with micrometer trace elements of the Front Doors of Heaven Herself spinning and swirling around Her orbits, have been cycling and crushing the atmosphere since time immovable and immemorable, even before your name was first uttered upon the beautiful face of Mother Earth Herself.

You are as timeless as the Stars themselves!

So pardon me here, as the winds of my mind blow so sideways...

From the moment of consciousness, as we open our eyes, as we hit the proverbial beach of Life and hit it Omaha so hard, swinging up to the shorelines left and then crashing, crushing and crunching up to the right saying, "Hey, hold on!, I'm still here down here with personal missions that I would still accomplish. From my wife or partner, from my kids or lack thereof, from my career or again lack thereof, don't slip slop slide me away Heaven into the sway and gray, for I might have something to say and something more to do!

And all the Stars and Agents of the Above bow down, and an answer rolls down like a River of Revelation and Renewal: 

"We know Child. Take your time. Walk forwards and towards your dreams, for We have dreamt these dreams for You when you were still simply a whisper of a dream in the eyes of God."

That's how I see the conversation goin' down. 

But what do I know as a simple boy from Ohio. 

And albeit you may not see it like that, which is all cool from the East and West of your soul, for we all need to contribute in this world in our own personal thought processes. But the Laws of Thermodynamics do supersede and eclipse the singular desired law of anyone's Singularity Ownership of the Understanding of the Universe, and the Perpetual Transmutation of Energy takes over the clouds, closing down the confabulate of our tongues and minds, gnawing off the natter and shooting off the mundane breeze, and covering clattering closing in on us, chit-chat cast aside, crushing us gently softer, as we strive to strain to learn the Lesson of the Turtle. 

Underneath an apple tree, some years back, in an orchard field long since lost ago in time, under a cloudless sky and an infinity of understanding, the Laws and lessons Sir Issac Newton and his visions of vibrations and vibes, of the waters and waves of the Universe of attraction that ebb and flow between us all, were written. Cause and effect, and consequence and compensation of the soul, with all the polarity and the rhyme and rhythm of the Stars stirring Above, oh my tender Lord!, please allow me this indulgence here to whisper into your beautiful ear the lessons of the Turtle. 

Before the race had even commenced, Everyone was laughing at him.

He had no outcome other than failure, so they thought.

"Place your bets folks!", for it's inevitable he's gonna fail and remarkably so. 

He's just a turtle! 

A rabbit versus a turtle, ha, this is ridiculous.

No way was there any other outcome but what all that they prematurely thought up. 

So the sun rose and the day slipped away. 

The rabbit skipped up silly against some tree, napping, nibbling, not engaging, and just laughing at the so call competition placed before him.

... little did he know...

All the while, the simple turtle twirled and turned and twisted, turned and tortured but tenacious, placing his left foot before his right, slowly but steadfast and secure, determined in his desire, turning his effort towards all things worthy, he moved forward towards the finish line.  

Persistence... and never wavering or watering down. For in the end, the tenacity of this turtle's soul was indomitable, unconquerable. Unbreakable was this untamed and determined heart.

Filled with dedication, he was directed by the winds of his internal and Eternal soul towards his cause, if only to show the world that he could do this.  Die trying, perhaps he would, but undeterred he knew in his heart that he must try...

So as the crowd laughed away the day, the rabbit just skipped and scrambled and scabbled his way, pausing and pivoting for nothing, napping and nibbling, and wasting his day away, for no other reason than he could think of no reason to try harder and that above all others he would absolutely and unequivcoivably crush his so-called opponent, knowing his so-called competition was not on the Rock of Winning for hey, as he betlted out to the sidelines and ushering and gushing crowd,: "He's only a turtle!"

So let's turn our attention back to the Turtle. 

Persistence. Tenacity. He never quit. The day was hot. The sweat rolled down his back. The tear and severe accompanying strain was hard. All the while, everyone was laughing. Undeterred, he mustered forward. Undistracted, he motored on. And all of the Crowd of Life was convinced that his purpose was an absolute lost cause. 

But in his heart, he knew differently.

Despite the obstacles and the nay-sayers, the Turtle never swayed from his cause and course.

The rains came hard, the winds blew brutally and unmercifully this way and that. The clouds formed hard above, no relegation of relief. Storms rolled into the East and the desperation hit hard from the West. 

But still the Turtle heard not the negativity from the Outside. He heard his internal voice and the Voice from above.

So he kept walking into the fuse of whatever bomb that awaited him. 

Everyone, and I mean all the souls in the room of the Forest, told the Turtle "You ain't gonna make it Kiddo!"

Undeterred, he pushed forward. 

And you all know how this ended. 

The totality of the Truth of what happened. 

Albeit the rains hit hard and the winds swept sideways and the land was not on his side, he persisted. And when it came down to the end, what it was just seconds of decision and decisiveness, when the Rabbit saw how close it was all coming down to, incomprehensible to him and yet true nonetheless, with all had he left in him, as the last raindrop fell, when the last laugh escaped from the crowd, when all the odds fell before him, with the Rabbit now jumping towards a presumptuous victory, with everything he had in him, he ran as hard as he could with the smile smirk swashed off his face.

But the Turtle extended his neck at the very end.

Despite his exhaustion, he stuck his neck out at the end to win this race. 

And he won. 

So therein is the lesson. 

Never quit. Keep marching towards the Light. And despite the junk that people toss at you, and I recognize that the World can dump such sweeping hard words and weeping and wishes upon you, you gotta try to keep punching towards the goal line Child.

Heaven is hoping You will...

And when the punches come back and they push you back, and I assure you that they will, for the throws of the Other Side are Deep, hold the line with your precious heart and keep thwacking, thrusting, and twisting towards the Pulse of that beautiful Finish Line.

Take hold and courage Child and be willing to stick your neck out. Victory awaits your soul!

There is a Superhero that exists in you!

The Stars Above know this to be an irrefutable and indisputable fact, indeed an unassailable actuality written in the Chorus of the Cosmos.

And if you get weary, remember the story of the Turtle.

Know this Truth:

De tous nos défis auxquels nous sommes confrontés individuellement et collectivement ici-bas, et de toutes les avalanches qui écrasent quotidiennement nos rivages, l'amour est la seule panacée qui éclaire nos nuits les plus sombres. Je suis un paradis doux et vert, pas tout à fait innocent mais toujours parfaitement propre aux yeux qui comptent. Alors, s'il te plaît, montre-moi ces horizns bleu céruléen Seigneur et aide-moi à sortir la tête du ciel de boue. Conduis-moi à la maison Seigneur!, et si c'est ton souhait et ta volonté, aide-moi à en tirer quelques-uns de plus ici hors de la boue.

In other words, of all of our challenges we face and the avalanches that crush upon our shorelines daily, and Heaven knows that there are many, love is the only panacea that lights the darkest of our nights. Albeit I am mild and green Heaven, and not thoroughly innocent, I am still striving to be squeaky clean in the Eyes that matter.  So please show me those cerulean blue skylines Lord and help me get my head out of the mud Heaven.  Lead me home Lord!, and should it be Your wish, help me pull a few more down here of out of the mire. 

Don't worry Baby, it's gonna be alright. You don't always need a compass. Just a purpose. And maybe a good pair of high heels. Some times uncertainty can be a guiding light... So dream out loud, and dream in full volume!, and don't hold back the beautiful song that exists inside of your gorgeous heart!

There is truly a beautiful superhero that exists inside of you... and most humbly and simultaneously with the greatest of enthusiasm, I can't wait to meet that person!

So glad you're here!