Who Am I?

Who am I? Kevin asks.

And then he adds something: “…to receive information about me from a place that’s actually larger than I think myself to be.

Right away, I hear something within.  It’s so loving.  It’s addressing me, telling me something.  I know right away that I will not share it here in this preamble.  I won’t risk it.

Then my throat tightens and is a bit painful, knowing that I have something I won’t share with others. I’ve decided I can’t tell someone else what I heard from a place that’s larger than I think myself to be.  Even though what I heard was totally loving.

Then I hear Kevin say: “….let that be felt, that sense of desire to know, who I am….and step back…”

There’s a billowing out in my body.  A sharp pain in my right shoulder.   I sit back and ask the question again, and something in my throat tightens again.  Tears come, that don’t express one emotion but a cloud of emotion.

And now I change my mind:  I’ll tell you one part of what came—it answered that I am beloved.

And I notice how hard it is to tell you that.

Elizabeth Morana

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