Flood the World

I was sitting innocently in my living room yesterday afternoon. A single word entered my mind: “flood”.

Huh? What does that mean?

Slowly an answer came to mind. “Flood the world with goodness.” Flood as in an overwhelming benign power. No one gets hurt. But many are shaken with the impact.

Perhaps that sounds like a flaring ego but it doesn’t feel that way to me. Right now there’s a surge outwards in my being, a flowing out. And it’s not a gentle touch. It’s closer to a slap on the face.

“But I thought you said nobody gets hurt” > “Yes, that’s true” > “Then what are you talking about?!” > “It feels like a demand that all of us wake up, really be with people, give.”

Another day, another couch. Still the blasting outwards is here. I ask myself if this can be my way of being for the rest of my life. If I look backwards, at my history, the answer would be no. “You can’t keep this up.” But what if I said no to history? My eyes point forward. So can the rest of me!

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I’m sitting quietly