She squirmed submissively upon her lusty stallion, long legs dangling and hot ass pumping Chanellian sweat; acquiescing to its prowess, she found her sweet spot, on her exercycle, her driving discipline routine. Weight training, cardio, and yoga kept her dazzlingly beautiful body in alignment with her luminous, zesty spirit. Her material world existence was an external manifestation of her true nature. She was living who she was, in harmony. A glimmering goddess, perky princess, ardent angel; she had found her cosmic sweet spot, her dharma, tao, or true life purpose; she had found the reason she was living here. Higher frequency vibrations, cosmic consciousness divine, through her sweet spot she is one with space and time. She is dancing to the universe, knows fulfillment, joy, and happiness; through the meaning and direction in her life. The sweet spot is that perfect place from which euphoria flows eternal, when living up to the answered question, “Why am I here?”
Her blissful, radiant rhythms, as do the ocean, wind, and solar waves; reflect the meter in the melodies of life. Natural order, from the universe, makes the beats, ignites the cosmic dance; for those united with its sweet and sacred light.
By the clumsy, undignified age of eight I was playing music for the church, and felt an eagerness to listen, love, and learn. Although somewhat swallowed up by the great piano’s grandness, and its angle in relation to the crowd; its magnificence provided cover for my sometimes trembling hands and furrowed brow. Whether perched on a piano bench, playing tag at school, or sitting at a table drinking juice; I felt connected with people, and a deep desire to help them. While interacting with others, even at this early age, I sensed their happiness, pain, and seemed to understand. What I understood I could not yet relate to, but I felt it, loved it, and lived it, as much as a pudgy, geeky third grade rascal boy could do. By this time I clearly knew that I loved helping others, playing music, and petting dogs. Raging hormones ripped away this realization, and then I got it back when the dragons had been tamed. At age 23, after struggling through a series of traumas, not the least of which was the theft of my vision; I awakened to the truth of my life’s purpose; which is growing spiritually, and helping others do the same. My own development grows out of meditation, reading, integration, and direct connection with conscious infinite light. I help others heal and develop through traditional therapies, alternative medicine, spiritual teaching, music, writing, truth, and dobermans. Today I live and love this purpose, wake up eager and excited, and life’s abundance is the blessing I obtain.
Determining your purpose may be the most important first step in your life. How do we do this? You could begin by completing the following sentences: My purpose is… I am on this earth to… I am happiest when… For example, you might think: “My purpose is designing houses to help others realize their dreams.” “My purpose is protecting the earth.” “My purpose is serving others, especially the needs of women and children.” Or you might think: “I am on this earth to make a difference.” “I am on this earth to serve the needs of the greater good.” “I am on this earth to evolve.” After narrowing your possibilities by completing the first two sentences, consider the third one: I am happiest when… Then rule out, from the first two, the ones that fail to bring you bliss. If you are practicing medicine, but you are miserable; then you have not found your dharma, tao, or truth. We will know we have found it when we cannot imagine anything else we would rather do. When we awaken to our purpose, and walk along its shining path, we wake the cosmos, do the subatomic math. When this occurs, the entire universe supports our passions, goals, and dreams. What seem like miracles, magic, and fantasies are created naturally each day. This is the most transformative of all material world experiences to be understood and realized along the way.
Other focusing questions you could ask yourself in preparation for the sentence completion above might include:
- If I had six months to live, what things would I do differently? What would matter most?
- Who do I value, respect, and admire most? Why?
- What are my most cherished memories?
- What was I doing when I remember having had the most fun?
Does each moment’s flicker, each trembling tick of time’s illusion, bring you bliss and curiosity to thrive? Are your swirling star-born atoms, and the consciousness beneath them, awake to whispers that will evermore survive? Is the rainbow light within you, at the source of all creation, shining brightly, to untiringly strive? Does the darkness of delusion, figure-ground, a cosmic contrast, make your child of light aware, and hence alive?
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