The Journey Begins

Everything changed after I remembered. Life used to be a simple series of habits and patterns; mundane interactions with others. It reminded me of early math lessons we all learn; the ones where we wonder if there will ever be a day that we need to know how many apples Sally has left after 3 have been taken by Billy. In this same way, my life was just a series of suggested interactions and hypothetical outcomes. Then, I remembered, and everything changed.

It happened later in life for me, although in retrospect it was early. I remembered who I am, who I'd always been, and my journey began. Some could say the journey begins the day we are born, but so many of us forget why we came here in the first place and we wander aimlessly on a well-beaten path paved by the masses that came before us. No, it is not until we remember that we begin to weave the strands of our own path; our true journey.

Thus, my journey did not really begin until my early twenties, when I realized I was more than the masks I wore. I had begun to remember that there was purpose. I have something to share and many things to learn. There are messages out there to be heard and to be spoken, and I had finally remembered why I came; why we all come. I found it hidden away in the intricate web of connections to which we are all a part.

What is it that I remembered? Simple. I remembered that we are the couriers of countless messages exchanged in every interaction. I remembered that we are all Angels, messengers to one another, and if you listen closely you might stumble upon joy and fullfilment.

And so, I chose to travel the world with this awareness. I chose to stretch my Angel wings and learn to fly. - www.centerforconnection.org/WorldTour