February 2 2025

In the past few days i had two men ask to meet with me – and then they cancelled on the day of.

Within the past week there were 2 other male friends who were looking to join and then, well, didn’t.

It wasn’t until this morning – when a 7:00 AM call got cancelled – that the thought came that this may be an opportunity, a gift, to gently transform any remnants of the idea that i (a cyndi) was easily de-prioritized, shelved as it were, when the other found something better to do with their time.

The body’s eyes are now wet – something almost forgotten has been touched…

and it is with Love and Gratitude that i place all that would deny God on the altar to be made A-New in the Frequency of Love and Above.

Thank you for the dyad

I see an opportunity to bring to light the sense that there is a “world out there” that can disturb my peace…

…whether it be a man, a child, an animal, a government or the weather…

By what authority can anything seen as “outside of me” affect the Peace Expressed as ME when the world is still

Eyes gaze on the clean sheet of paper…

pen held, ready to move…

By whose authority is cyndi’s peace is disturbed?

The small self invites the stepping away from the inquiry – to instead hang comfortably on the surface, in the teachings.

Fear lights up with the invitation to turn into ALL Sense of a “me separate” and look for and embrace the sense of being easily disposed of unwanted unless needed, of been unseen.

i see a desire to colose, to contract, to distract…

i stand still

here

gently

patiently

Lovingly

Allowing for all the brokenness to be exposed…

regardless of cost

ps: watching as that aspect of me holds on to the belief that if “i get this right” the world will reward me…

pps: after completing today’s writing i joined with a friend to share what came through each of us through this practice. I asked him to read twice – and then I asked if i could add his writing here – in so many ways his words are holding me and all sense of brokenness that is coming up to be seen in a gentle loving embrace…

i pray that it touches you as well…

Being gentle, what is no longer hidden?

Being gentle, infinite strength is no longer hidden.

That gentle strength arising from the love that is being, enabling the self to tolerate any form of anything.

That gentle strength like that of water which adapts to anything while washing mountains to sand with all the infinite love of evolution.

Being gentle, nirvana, that nirvana which constitutes the ground of every human and non-human heart, is hidden. But once we are gently reminded of it, we can again bask in the fearless summer that we should have all always been enjoying.

Being gentle, a new temple is built upon the ashes of being strong when strong was still misunderstood as the violence, or weakness, that enslaved body souls, which had forgotten that they were infinite courage itself, through fear.

02/02/2025 George Petrou