Quest To See Beyond
By: White Dove
My eyes are in a state of wonder. The sky today is a deep cerulean blue; the sun is peeking from the towering bull pines and lodge poles, towering more than 50 feet tall. In the distance is a tree-lined mountain peak, usually snow-capped, but in August it’s finally all green. All that my eyes and ears sense leave me in awe, but there’s a deeper awe and wonder I long to experience more of.
I take deep gulps of air. Someone I know, who can read auras, says my aura smells of pine and the color is primarily green. There are pines of all species everywhere, so to me, it’s like walking through paradise. My soul feels at one with the atmosphere. Making my soul happy is the first step to seeing beyond my natural senses.
I’ve traveled over 5000 miles on my mobile vision quest. All over Chicago there were “now hiring” signs everywhere. In Michigan, there were some, too. What a choice …. paycheck or paradise. For some people living in an urban area makes their soul happy. Not me, I need silence and solitude.
It’s the stillness that beckons me to take a long stroll. Even in a small town there’s always a background sizzle of sounds, even on the quietest streets. By contrast, here in the wilderness the silence showcases only Nature’s work. To step outdoors is to be immediately enthralled with the newness of life!
I’m pleased to see the chicks born last spring have survived the cats, and they’re beginning to look like their parents now. One rooster pecked around my Jeep this morning, gustily announcing dawn all too early, but oh well…
It gave me time to warm up some milk, stirring in Green & Black organic cocoa, sipping it with my son as he shared with me a new painting technique he discovered ‘accidentally’.
He loves to take other people’s discards and make something beautiful, so now we have beautiful siding on the house, natural woods, all different shades of grays and tans, beautifully blending together.
He’s got a new demolition job, taking down a 40-foot house. The new owners want it completely gone. My son will bring home the rafters, to use in constructing a greenhouse.
He just finished a rock-walled bathroom in one of the new castles built by a master craftsman, who highly approved of my son’s work. There are two waterfalls cascading over the rocks. The house was specially constructed to hold the weight, but can you imagine? He says he just stands in wonder, so awed at what his hands built.
Don’t we ALL want to feel like that? Every single beautiful day???
He has so many projects going at once. Not many people have an engine hoist on their front patio. Complete with an engine hanging from it. There are projects-in-motion everywhere I look. I think I should have given birth to triplets, at least, so he would have extra hands and feet!
In a few minutes I’m going to drive to my special place, on the river, to walk and meditate. Gold miners have claims set up all up and down that winding mountain road. I believe gold is part of the secret to the ‘magic’ here. Healing vibes. Gold is quite medicinal.
It’s an ancient forest, too, and barely any humans go there. They prefer less ‘wild’ maybe. Or maybe it’s the grizzlies and lions that deter them.
I am bringing a book with me that speaks of the mysteries of the unlimited human consciousness. Unless we are awakened to our full potential (living like Jesus showed us was possible), how can I say I’ve ever been fully alive?
That’s what I want to learn…
To really see beyond my natural senses.
I just can’t return to the old fear-based life.
I want to live in a state of awe and wonder, in perpetual childlike abandonment, trust and faith.
Will I trade paradise for a paycheck again? I want to see what my soul has to say, and I want to listen to the Land who echo the voice of my Creator.
The world needs YOU to be FULLY ALIVE and operating in your divine destiny, not as a victim or simply a survivor but in your Original Design, which is your SUPER POWER!
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With all my love,
White Dove
Hi, I’m White Dove. Yes, it’s my pen name, and it was given to me by a blind man who shyly whispered it to me in a Divine encounter. Yes, it’s my real picture… just an ordinary selfie.
I live with my family in the mountains, surrounded by ancient forests, pure streams, and mighty rivers… but I also travel quite a bit.
My kingdom career is a Heart Scribe. I love to write from God’s heart and have been recording His living Word for the past three decades. It’s brought me so much beauty, joy, peace, and happiness!
I love to inspire trauma survivors to write their life stories, unearthing the treasures of their past and sowing them into the future. We dip our pens in blood and write the pain away… as God has shown me how to do, in the company of supportive friends and family. We are writing ourselves into a better world, beginning with discovering our own original design recorded in the DNA of our soul, and it’s the most exciting place to be!
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