Yesterday's writing was all about "the Gift."
My gift.
Your gift.
Our gift.
What we were brought into this world to do.
Why we're here.
You know...
I waxed poetically and, yet, I neglected to share with you
what I feel are the God(dess)-given gifts that I was born with.
I'm getting to it...
First, I want to offer extreme gratitude to the now-faceless acquaintance who
spoke my gifts to me while at Jenn Shultz's bday soiree back in September.
If you recall, I have spent the past year simply working on my
listening.
(Amazingly, I was bestowed the gift of listening in on a telephone conference with the executive producer of the next big thing in the human potential and transformative thought movement.)
I think it was Nirvair, actually. While at Jenn's Golden Hill pad, I mentioned to him that I had recently been contemplating, both alone and with others, an idea that he espouses, which is: much like the estimated time in which our planet will revolve around our sun, he believes that our souls make 8 million trips in this "lifetime."
(Yeowsas! That's a lot of karma!)
Recently, I've spent some time testing my big toe in the waters of one specific body of work that shares the yoga/power/alchemy of Kundalini. What I resonated most with was the thought of "soul-consciousness." The author writes about the transformative period that we now found ourselves within as also being about shifting from God-consciousness to soul-consciousness - from thinking that enlightenment is found outside of the body and not here on planet Earth to embodying God here, now, in the everyday of our sacred and profane lives. I am/you are/we are God. Yes, this I feel.
So, then Nirvair mentions the fact that as embodiments of God we are each granted a gift, as in that which we were born to do. He looked right at me, and spoke two words as examples. "Such as gifts for connection and expression, Cara," he said with a twinkle in his vibrant eye and a smile on his white bearded face. "Oh, right," I thought. "Duh."
