Future anthropologists might conclude that, via the Sun, the people who called themselves Americans worshiped War and Baseball.
I remembered two past lives yesterday.
I was so stressed, so upset by such silly things, and God appeared in a large purple outline and put his left hand to the right side of my head and sent purple healing vibrations through my mind and told me, “It’s only hard work. What are you afraid of? Don’t be afraid. You’ll ruin your body this way.”
Later, I remembered two different lives, one where I was drowned in a river by my home over a dispute I didn’t think was such a big deal and one that happened very, very, very long ago where I loved a sacred king so fully and purely and he loved me back and we lived in a room of gold where I rode him and played with his hair and our hearts were one.
There were many nuanced lessons in these memories, but, for now, it is enough to say that you do not have to fear anything and that you don’t have to worry if you don’t get everything right this time. Just do your best — you will indeed have more chances if you need them.
