Today, I asked for answers. I sat very still, listened to my breath for a while, sent some gratitude and love to people. Then, when I felt like I could ease into a quiet mind, I did. I listened to the silence. I asked my questions as I often do, looking for guidance. It was one of the clearest sessions I have had asking for answers. Sometimes answers do not come at all. But this time they were clear and specific.
I guess my questions came from a fear of wasting my time and wanting to spend my time on something that will make the most impact. I get it that time is not real. But my existence in this form certainly appears to be limited.
What is my mission? … Peace.
How will it all play out? What is the result? … That would take all the fun out of it. Keep going. Work with others. Translate your ideas.
Conclusion: My mission is to bring peace and joy (I added that part myself) and it will be fun and exciting along the way. I’m ready!
Assuming I will make it to 117 (because that would be cool), a lot can change in 74 years. Perhaps there is still real impact to be made.
