Today I erase all I think I know of my Inner Divine Mind. I am changing. I am changed. All is new. With a blank slate of pure luminescence, I wait, simply feeling my inner glow.
I want this. I invite this. I welcome this!
I allow myself to change, to become more attuned to my Self, more aligned with my Self, and more congruent with my Highest Purpose.
As I wait and watch my Highest Purpose appear in my activities as people and circumstances, I breathe, I smile, and I live.
The transformation day! Here we are, for the final time for this Journey.
Transformation evokes such ambivalent feelings from me:
Everything about the Guiding Thought feels solid. I have no hiccups, bumps, hesitations, doubts, or uncertainties about any of it. I embrace it whole-heartedly, every word. I want this! I invite this! I welcome this!
Change is scary, in general, and we’re not talking about mere change; we’re talking about transformation, which smacks of a complete makeover or renovation, not just a tweak here and there.
Furthermore, what I am transforming into is unknown, at least to my little mind, little self. Think about it: I erase all I think I know of my Inner Divine Mind. So, not only is Divine Mind itself vast and broad, but I have to erase anything that might feel like a comfort in the vast, broad landscape that is the Divine Mind. Like being in a familiar desert with shifting sands.
There is an argument to be made that I do know what I am transforming into–that would be “my higher self”, or “my Divine Self”, or “the person who embodies my highest purpose”. Sure. I can use those words, but in this lifetime, in this body, I have never experienced what those words mean. The words are all well and good, but the experience is still unknown.
The first few times I did this Journey, this day would be a point of freaking out for me. The gap between “where I am” and “what I am changing into” was wider, I think. The fear and the uncertainty had more of a grip; I could not even begin to fathom what “transformation” represented. My little mind, little self wanted to stay in control, wanted the security of stability.
I have a friend who has “Change is the only constant” in her email signature. In this life, in this body, with this little brain, little self, I believe that to be true. Yet, people still freak out about change, and use that phrase in an almost flippant, cliche way, like when things don’t go the way you want or expect, as though there is nothing you can do because the only constant is change.
Take back your power! Make friends with change.
It’s not so scary when you learn to invite it, welcome it, and want it. And then, when you say, “Change is the only constant” you can feel solid ground in the constancy, instead of blown about by change.