Falling asleep to sunrises, waking up to sunsets... Most of my time is spent creatively conjuring ways to get out of my own way. From praying to painting, I found that the Universe had already met me at the halfway point. Where most would find this as a freshly cleared pathway created to maneuver with ease, I saw the same path, but would begin to find obstacles within the surrounding area to drag onto the path. Before the sun would rise, the path would no longer remain...

When the sun would set, the process would began again. Selfishly to the Source to ask for what was given to me time after time. Parts of my mind would question why I seemed to purposely destroy what was presented to me each day with nothing but Love. Each day I seemed to take a few steps backwards just to see if the Source could clear my path while still seamlessly meeting me at the halfway point with a warm embrace.

The skies over the path would begin to glow in swirls of amber,lapis lazuli, and citrine. I stood at my furthest point from what the Universe had originally set for me. looking down at my appearance, I began to see the visual of my hardwork. I felt the wear of my contribution in my physical but I couldn't reciprocate that feeling internally.

Sun at is highest point, It would fall and I would still find myself standing in the same spot. I had began to observe the magnitude of how much debri I had allowed myself to place in way. The warmth that once blanketed the unoccupied area had now become cool and dark from the pillars of stone and unkempt thoughts. A sharp pain ran down my chest. Realizing that I may have pushed the limits, I turn to find help but to no avail. suddenly I began to see a glimpse of the halfway point... my mind began to frantically search for the Source. Beginning to realize how the Source operates, I closed my eyes and started to ask The Universe to connect me, I needed help.

Within minutes of me searching, I felt as if my request was not received... But then again why would it? Night after Night, I spent time making a mess of what I would prayed for. The Deeper I fell into myself, the more I began to become aware of what position I put myself in, but more importantly the position I was putting on the Source. How could I ask for something then tarnish it day after... I began to float in a perplexing circumstance of my actions. I was hurt, but my mind couldn't focus on self, I just wanted to find a way to say thank you to the Universe. I know I could have easily called the Source myself directly but what would that change? I didn't want that this time. I wanted to show the Universe that I appreciated it.

Eyes open, body tired... Piece by piece, I tore down the ruins. I knew the process would be an extensive one so I began to count down things I would thank the Source for. One by one I would have piled on a significant amount of reasons to express this to the Source as soon as I could reach the halfway mark. Rotatations of time past in a blur, my mind hadn't focused on the clutter anymore.

The path was nearly clear as before I realized I could feel a very familiar warmth. Against over exertion, I realized that I was becoming even more aware of why I was polluting the path, created a shedding of lies, insecurities, excuses and recreating the same environment. closer to the Source, all I could think of was making it there. After some time passed, I reach the halfway mark. Lifted to my feet by the Source, and embraced... I heard a voice ask why you didn't just come to me? I couldn't find the word to describe the words to explain what I felt, I just slowly knelt down and began to tend to the pathway on the Sources Side. I had developed a great deal of gratitude from learning to get out of mybown way and trust the source



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