You are free, beloveds, to choose who you are.

Sophia, the godesss of wisdom rises up to bless us as she kick our butt.
She whispered to me that to do freedom is like doing happiness.
Being free is the wilderness call from the mystery of 'over there it aught to be' consciousness.
Learning to TRUST God came to me like a side swiping wife needing more of 'her' side of the bed.
How nice that the Lord of PATIENCE shouts, oh so quietly, "Go back to sleep, you were dreaming."
I know that "We live and move and have our BEING in HIM, so I drink a bit of warm milk and go back to sleep,
"perchance to dream, ah, there's the rub.
George in the tub of yesterday's remembering.

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