It’s easy to birth a new world.
Birthing a new world is as easy as birthing a child. I remember what new feelings I had while pregnant with my boys. All I could see and feel were space ships, outter space journeys and new civilizations. Everything surrounded by big clear blue.
For a woman, birthing a new world only requires three things: collect, surrender and patience.
Collecting is like gathering tiny drops of dew in a flimsy jar. The drops are little feelings each new day brings. They are actually the same feeling, but only small portions of it delivered daily. Daily miracles I like to call them. Of course, when I am preoccupied with my own mind’s stuff, I am bound to miss the precious fleeting drops of goodness gallantly delivered to my door step. My daily bread. So I go starving. But when I get really weak from hunger again, I remember I must forget my own mind and heart and seek my daily nurturing drops of feeling.
When the time is right, when I fed myself properly, … He comes. From high high above, from ether, I suppose. A brand new thought He deposits into my jar of liquid feeling. The egg of a new world.
Then, patience! Wait for thought and feeling to cook together well enough, until all components are well set into their proper place.
And then …
The receiving! Not an easy task for humans has been so far. Let’s make this last step also easy! Let this New World be one of ease in birthing new worlds.
Welcome, New World!