Breeze slept and awoke into a life of vitality, better than any dream. Let us look together into his further unfolding. Breeze is celebrating himself, his nature as magic. He is not anymore asking for proof on being magic. Nor is he asking, "am I able or capable to be magic" and "whether can I trust myself being magic". He stopped demanding from himself not to err too. He is allowing himself to explore his nature and life to the extent that day to day colors are gaining vibrancy each passing minute. Breeze, despite being light like an angelic feather, is starting to acquire depth. He travels distances, communicating heart to heart with creatures and souls, caressing in the multitude their sense of serenity and reflectiveness. He is not judging even pain. He is experiencing what is. Feeling others from within, just like when he filters in, into a willow while at the same time being attentive to the river she is standing on. It is in a way, bi-locating. Feeling how the willow maintains graceful silence while also feeling the river reciting aloud his poems of lust to her, rumbling in emotions. Breeze is judging no one. He is experiencing life as a continuous blessing and not a waiting room for the awarded minute of possessiveness and illusive victory. He is reflecting on his own life too. He realized that inflamed ego is about an ego out of balance, whether negating self for others (his first love to Rose) or negating others to feel the importance of self (when he became wind). He is observing himself gaining a healthy ego. His unconditional openness allows him to feel Oneness and its fluidity, even co-creating consciously with Oneness. He has finally fathomed we are all co-creators with Oneness, yet the question is are we doing it consciously or not. The more conscious we are as co-creators, the more often we gift ourselves empowerment. Breeze is noticing how the collective mood is dictating the weather further unfolding. He is coming to realize he is not exclusively magic. All are magic. Yet the difference is, he is now the one aware of being magic, activating his nature ever stronger.
Seasons cycled by him till the day, Breeze encounters a rose of white snow color with tinges of light pink as if the Angel of compassion carved its mark on the etheric body of her petals. He suddenly feels his heartbeats racing up to the same speed his heart once raced so many years ago, around the encounter of his first love. Yet everything is anew now. After a long journey of changing perspectives, he is experiencing the old with amazing grace of freshness: back to the start yet on a different spiral. Quite enticing.
Whenever Breeze crosses my mind and heart now, I hear his message "Relax even more into your knowing".
Sweet Dreams.
End of Trilogy ~
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