I declare that there’s a secret spot on the top of the head where Divinity can pour in.  It may be covered in hair … or visible in the skin.

Of course when we speak to each other on the level, we can’t see the place.  So we need to practice flying, carrying a pitcher of glowing liquid as we do so.

As we soar, there’s plenty of the sacred flow to go around.  We have all the time in the world to anoint whole crowds of human beings.

Perhaps these six especially need our blessing:

Sometimes our invisibility cloak fails as we fly, and we are discovered.  That’s fine.  Be friendly.  And wait for another opportunity for the pouring.

So here they all are … arms raised or heads bowed.  All needing to be inundated in the flow.  We will find them.

Maybe that’s you and me in the middle, alone in our noticing of the above.  May there be a time when the descending stream enters us as well.

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