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the true you and the fairy tale

 "I want the fairy tale."


The True You is the greatest person you'll ever meet in your life!

The TRUE YOU is divine and creative, brilliant and fearless. The True You is free from the untrue you. Although, it can take many of us a lifetime, if not many lifetimes, before we ever begin to comprehend our true significance in this world; our value, our mission, our  purpose - our essence.
 
First we're born, then we have to grapple with the blight of growing old and tired with time, which is quickly flying by, and space, which there's never enough to ease the body and mind. So, our breath is short and shallow and our patience runs low as we squeeze ourselves in and out of trials and tribulations like sardines. We combat with karma's cause and all her brutal effects while we learn to live and love again here on Earth amidst all its war. And, we do this often.

 We do this often because first we have to break down like an old truck before we meet our True Self. We have to have our heart-engine rebuilt by a mechanic named God. I hear he's the best. I hear good things about Buddha too, and Hashem, and/or whatever you prefer to call your heart's mechanic. Then eventually, and hopefully, we start to transform ourselves completely from within as we drive ourselves closer to this wondrous and spectacular version of our self, a selfless-self breathing the air only to serve a higher good. Walking the earth only to love.

 First we're bamboozled! We're charmed by illusions and then trampled over by gut rentching fears and heart-ache. After that, we're conquered by the evil emporors of anger and  then kidnapped by an endless grief, but our trust in God and our hope will pay any ransome.

We go through hell first, before we find ourselves in heaven. And, I agree with Vivian (Julia Roberts) in Prettey Woman, I too want the fairy tale. I believe in the fairy tale. I believe there's a Heaven here on Earth.

 So, say hello to the the TRUE YOU in your fairy tale...in your heaven. And, don't forget to smile...'cause you were born to be happy and beautiful.
Not just pretty.  


Comments

  1. Lover of the WordFebruary 21, 2013 at 1:24 PM

    You write so well. We can have moments and times in are life that we feel like we are in Heaven but truly we are a pilgrim people passing through this trial called life on Earth to get to the True Heaven - the only place one will never feel the hurt or shed a tear unless it is the tears of total joy.

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  2. Anne-Marie EvansFebruary 21, 2013 at 4:05 PM

    Thank you for reading, Lover of the Word. Your comment is beautiful and much appreciated.

    Love & Light to you.

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