The tiny ant crawls across your fingertips. You gaze at it in wonder. It has no idea that you exist. It has no idea that you watch over it. Were you to transport it suddenly from your fingertip to a new location, it would not know how it got there. It would simply soldier on, looking for its home.
All of life is a microcosm of the macrocosm. As above, so below. Who is watching you now and smiling? In whose hand are you held? You ask for proof, and when it does not come immediately to your physical senses, you soldier on, always searching for Home.
You are home now, my child. Look not outside yourself, but to the center, where Love always resides—within you, within the tiny ant, within All That Is.
"Life is full of tests. They are not multiple choice. There is only one answer: Love." Suzanne Giesemann
Who is Sanaya? Suzanne Giesemann answers:
Who is Sanaya? Suzanne Giesemann answers: "Sanaya (pronounced "sah-NIGH-ah") has told us that she is a collective consciousness of minds with both a feminine and masculine energy. This energy comes from a higher dimension than our own. When I bring through Sanaya's words, I am "tapping in" to Higher Consciousness. I am allowing that Consciousness to express itself through my body: through my brain, through my vocal cords, my arms, my hands, and also through my pen. Sanaya would not need a name, except for our human need to put labels on things and place our experiences into well-defined boxes. Sanaya takes us outside the box into a dimension where we come face to face with our higher selves. To hear the words of Sanaya as they come through ... to sit in the presence of that energy ... is a palpable experience of higher vibration ... of love. To read Sanaya's words can have the same result when you tune in to that finer energy as you read." (To read the full explanation of who and what Sanaya is along with transcripts of longer sessions click here.)
Saturday, January 7, 2012
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Good advice: ghost ants, wandering ants, soldier ants, fire ants -- worker ants carrying leaves: like my aunts, smiling, used to carry their parasols and sometimes twirl them in their fingers
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