eyes.

...and today, it's more important than any other day for you to open your eyes. Right now, this moment.

See.

No, don't just look.

See.

I'm not talking about gazing at physical objects. Stop being so literal. You are surrounded by positive energy everywhere you look, but you allow your mind to cloud your vision. Blinding you.

Stop listening to that crazy voice in your head, start feeling with your heart.

Otherwise you'll completely miss the point.

Of life.

And how bright and hopeful it really is.

So, see. Today. Or take the gamble of losing your sight, before you've even used it.

numb.

Today was a departure.

My smile faded and was replaced with a blank stare. Eyes refusing to focus. Heart racing, yet the world seemed in slow motion. Nothing processed. I felt drunk on the feeling of being numb.

No drugs. No booze. No pills or medications.

Just my mind. Putting me in a place where feeling didn't exist.

Until it did. And it wasn't in a good way.

Tears were coming, in my confusion. What the heck was going on?

Breathe...I whispered to myself. To you, because I could tell by the look on your face you felt the same way...eyes frozen in panic.

"What is wrong with us?" You ask. "We are the happy ones. The conscious thinkers...we think of ourselves as enlightened. We aren't supposed to feel this confusion, this sense of emptiness and worry."

I sigh, and firmly say, "Yes, yes we are supposed to feel it."

"How could that be? I thought we were past this hurdle of unhappiness long ago?" You whisper with wide eyes.

"Calm down...it's just a reminder."

"A reminder of what?"

I sit...head in my hands and pause to look up at you.

"A reminder, of why we choose to live in the Now. A conscious life. To acknowledge the fear, and instead of allowing it to rule our lives...learn to give all of our energy to it, then let it go without looking back. To feel the bad feelings so we remember how good the positive ones really are for our souls. To know why a smile feels so good...because a frown feels foreign."

You sit by me. "So, what do we do now?"

My eyes meet yours. "Well, friend. Now, we breathe again...for we've acknowledged the pain and confusion. We've allowed it to take it's course. But now we control it. Not the other way around. It's our choice to let it go. To choose hope. It's only a test. And by enduring it, but not allowing those feelings of dread, negativity, and anxiety to linger...we've passed with flying colors."

So smile. Some moments are hard for everyone. Even I. The important thing is to acknowledge it...and continue to look for the good. Don't concentrate so hard on the sadness that you close your eyes to the good around you. It's over. Let it go. Stop holding your breath.

Now.

drive.

As luck would have it, I ran into you. It may have been an accident, but I'm pretty sure fate had a hand.

Now, you are helping me create a reality where I am the driver, prophet, and navigator of my own soul.

Funny (or maybe not), I never knew it was this easy.

Before I always thought I was "unlucky." Now, looking in the rear view mirror I see those experiences have led me to this life. An awesome life.

So, nothing that happens is "bad" or "good." It just is. Who knows, the horrible failure may lead to a glorious new path.

OK...stop writing my thoughts off as crazy religious talk, that's not where I'm going with this at all. Just because I use words like path, glorious, and prophet doesn't mean I'm planning to shove Jesus down your throat. That would hurt like hell.

All I'm asking, is for you to trust yourself. Your life. Where it's headed. When you accept the situation, things are easier. Don't get me wrong, I don't want you to give up. Just acknowledge what's happening, and stop judging it before you know the full extent of the direction it's pointing you. Before you create unnecessary drama and pain.

Whether it's a bumpy road or a smooth ride, the highway of life will lead us if we want it to or not. And while you are looking in the mirror at tailgaters, you're missing the magnificent view on the horizon.

holy...huh?

Today I found out Jesus Christ, otherwise known as @imthesongofgod is now following me on twitter.

I was surprised, because even though I'm a spiritual person...I don't consider myself all that religious.

Could this be a hoax? Maybe. Maybe not. I'm a little freaked because "He" is only following 19 people right now. Random folks from all over: Canada, Florida, etc...

Perhaps Jesus loves the internet and realizes that we aren't seeing the signs he's giving us anymore and wants to actually put them into 140 character form?

So. My question to you is this. What do you think Jesus would tweet. (or WILL tweet, if it's really him?)
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Some of the things I think he'd say are as follows:

"Stop talking about me. You say "Jesus" all of the time, then I think you need something, and really you're just being sarcastic."

"You have nothing to be afraid of...including me."

"Let go. By holding on to grudges and hard feelings, you are suffocating yourself and your creative potential."

"Yes, you can wear plaid and stripes. Go for it."

"You are full of awesome. Start acting like it."

"Saying you are Christian because you go to church is like saying you are a horse just because you are standing in a barn."

"I love everyone...everything. Even big bangs and scrunchies, stop judging."

"Just because another religion refers to a higher power by a different name, doesn't mean you need to persecute them. Love."

"Tag. You're it. I love you...pass it on."
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What do you think he'd say? Ready...?
GO.

waste.

I'm going to be stern with you, just this once. It's nothing personal, or maybe it is.

Here goes.

Shut up.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut...UP.

You spend the day making excuses complaining about life and how it's done you wrong. What's the point? You are wasting time, and your talent. Instead of using your breath on those negative words and remaining a victim, do something about it. Those past experiences don't define the limits of what you can accomplish.

You.

Are.

Amazing.

With your talent, you could inspire the neighborhood, city, world. Why don't you?

Someone out there is hanging by a thread, waiting for the right words, song, lyrics, painting, novel, and actions to bring them back from the brink-and you have that capability. That amazing power.

So, stop wasting time.

Do you want to be known as the person who didn't...or the person who did it?

Tick tock. ;-)

hero.

It never fails.

Just when I've given up...you step back in and sweep me off my feet.

Funny thing is, you were ready and willing to be my champion this entire time. I just didn't think I deserved it, and locked the doors to keep you away.

Through stubborn silence you pushed on. Never wavering, waiting until just the right moment to take me by surprise, guard down. Met by resistance, your gentle nature a sword piercing my resolve.

Yes, these are tears.

Of joy.

Because once again, you showed me:

I'm worth crying over.

I'm worth sleepless nights.

I'm worth...loving.

No matter what.

These tears of happiness, are for you.

My hero.

reunion.

Take: time.

Give: love.

Savor: stillness.

Accept: peace.

Resist: nothing.

Because when you allow all of these things to happen...your dreams will tap you on the shoulder, sigh like an old friend, give you a hug and say, "I've been here...but you're mind has been clouded with so much other junk, justification, cynicism, and chaos you haven't been able to see me until now."

After all, dreams are friendly. They want you to find them.

;-)