#289 - The Flame

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I wrote this entry and then accidentally deleted it. It was really quite ludicrous. But I want to rewrite this important part of it.

That yesterday during the Act of Consecration I saw this image of a flame - it was inspired by the readings I have been doing on Zoroastrianism. And what I understood was that I would always make my heart a hearth. The warmth of a beautifully welcome fire would always burn in my heart. That I would radiate my love and it wouldn't not matter - it would be unconditional. And now matter how much the world tried to blow it out, I would call upon Archangel Michael to help me maintain it. He will protect and guard my fire and help me to keep it burning, for everyone. It did not matter good nor bad. That fire would be there.

It did not mean I condoned stupid evil things, but it did meant that I would not withdraw. That I would not, as I used to do, take all my toys from the table and storm off. What I discovered was that I withdrew when two things took place - well, I knew I did this already. First, when I encountered people or situations which I found disagreeable. The second, when I feared that I would be rejected. Do not fear, says Michael, you have enough fire for yourself. What you must do now is be yourself, to be present. To stand within yourself and be faithful to the flame. Be not afraid. Be not cold.

Love openly, nothing can harm you - it can try to harm you - but you will not be hurt. The worst thing that can happen to you is that people reject your warmth, but that's on them. It doesn't matter. Do not be afraid.

That was the most important thing that I had to say from that deleted post.

So I also listed the three things that happened this week that catapuled me into Freedom.

First, that I am positive no matter what, especially in this face of horror.
Secondly, that I no longer respond to the negativity of others, especially those poised MOST to hurt me.
Thirdly, what I wrote earlier: that my heart is a hearth, it is a flame. It is warm and it radiates forever. And I promise I will never EVER withdraw my heart any longer. It will not happen.

And that I call on Michael to give that light strength and love. My duty on this Earth is to just love. Love entirely, the way a flame lights everything around it. The sun is too far away to be a role model, I feel like a wildflower beside its massive oak tree. But a fire - a flame, I can understand that.

I'm going for my run now.

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