We Aren’t Not Separate
December 7, 2016
The Other day I stopped at a gas station to get something to drink and there was a homeless man digging through the trash can. As I got out of the Car I just stood towards him, projecting love at him, and In the moment he felt it. He started to sing so beautifully. He looked up and quickly looked back down. I went into the store and got him something to drink. Normally when I feel the homeless I stay in my car and pass it through the window. I realised in that moment that I was still keeping myself separate, yet I know separation is the root of all evil. I check in with myself as I got close to the door. “Do I drive over to find, do I feel unsafe?” The answer I got was no, because we are not separate, he is just simply a reflection of another aspect of me. As I walked out I noticed he wasn’t singing like before. I said to him if he would like a drink and snack, he said yes but quickly put his head back down. As I handed him the drink he said, “Oh thank your Royal goddess, and started to cry so hard and In that moment he flooded with me with All these memories.