From journal entry – Monday 7 February 2022

If your child was to die at two years old, would you go “dammit, at the very least this kid needed to accomplish xyz and be abc in their life! What a waste of my life giving it so much of my attention, resources, and love over the last two years!”

???

That is the big joke.

We are born unconditionally loved.

We are born enough.

By entering this existence, we are automatically equal with all us Living Beings.

Is a dog only enough if it walks at your exact speed all the time?

Is a cat only enough if it lets you smother it after work every single day?

Is a tree only enough if it grows exactly three branches and all the leaves change colour in unison?

Is a friend only enough if they contact you as often as you contact them?

Are you only enough if you make “more” money, go on “more” trips, have “more” people say they love you “more” often?

We are all Beings of the same infinite creative essence; experimenting with expressing ourselves and exploring our experience.

We already know this (buried deep inside). That is why it is such a “struggle” to prove our worth (over and over) – there is no actual bar to hit.
We start at perfect.

Therefore, no matter what we do, we are blindly swinging for (or ashamed that we are not blindly swinging for) something that cannot be hit.

How could we possibly return into eternal harmony while grasping and gasping for something that is merely a wisp of idea in the wind, gusting to and fro on the whim of others?

Understand, this applies to both you, and all other Beings in your reality.
We are all perfect.

So, may you get out of your head and celebrate us. It is not about just you: it is about all of us. For you cannot return to harmony if you are depriving others of harmony in your mind.

Let us be perfect in your mind. Let us live in harmony. Let us be enough.

And lo – you shall ascend back into harmony with us!

For you were born there. You were born enough.

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Is there someone in your life, present or past, that you are not letting be enough in your mind?
What would it feel like to suddenly decide they were enough? That who they were/are is enough, what they did/do is enough?