“I have a friend who reads people's auras. He sees all sorts of colors like green and red and purple. He says anyone can do it. All it takes is forgetting everything you think you know and just looking. I've tried it and even though I haven't seen any colors yet, everyone I meet looks so beautiful when I stop knowing everything, that it's pretty hard to go back to the old way.”
~ Story People
Beautiful people surround us everywhere we look and love is an expression of inner beauty. Do we give love every day? Do we feel loved every day? More importantly, do we love ourselves…every day?
If we could forget everything we think we know and look just beyond that, just think how beautiful our world would be.
I had an experience many years ago that helped me know the truth of this. I was sitting by the waterfront at the Vancouver Public Market on my coffee break. It was a warm, sunny spring day and as I sat on the bench watching the sun sparkle on the water, my gaze wandered over to the bustle of people sitting, standing, walking and playing nearby. Gradually everyone’s physical bodies began to dissolve and all that was left were shapes of light. I saw that every “light” was connected to every other light, like a web and I understood then that we’re all energy, that we are all ONE and we really are all connected…even though that’s not our everyday experience. This lasted for several minutes and then gradually, everything faded back to “normal”.
This forever changed my perception of who I am, who we all are, and how we relate to each other. We really aren’t who we appear to be on the surface. We’re all incredibly beautiful, despite what the world perceives and we all have a magnificent, inextinguishable, inner light, no matter what emotional scarring our personalities project.
We are each a bright shining star.
Blessings to each and every shining star who stops by!
(The photo’s above, of the beautiful people of Gautemala were taken two years ago while travelling there. The boys live in the village of San Pedro on Lake Atitlan and the mothers were picking coffee on a plantation near Antigua.)
