Once upon a time, I found myself riding on a train with no windows, full of strange people. Some were frightening. some were lost, like me, eyes darting here and there. Some were walking as if asleep. Some were beckoning at me like I needed them, and some begging me for help. I found myself pulled this way and that, wandering around until despair began to set in, that I would never find a direction. At that point, I walked into a car and immediately felt great fear, verging on panic. I didn't know what was happening - the colours were dark and strange, and the car was full of people screaming and panicking. Several came up to me with stories of fear, but I did not care to listen. For in my moment of fear, an echo of a memory had flashed in my mind: look for a window. So I looked, and there was a window not 5 feet from where I stood, and I could see clear light pouring through it, and green trees flashing past. And as I stood looking at this window, the light in the whole car changed and became flooded with this light coming in from the little window. I then looked around me and saw that the car was still full of people in great fear, running around wringing their hands, but that they could no longer see me. And then I noticed that there were a few others who had seemed to notice the window and the light also, and were looking about them with clear, amazed eyes. Another memory thumped up from my beating heart: get off the train.
I can do that? I thought, and at the thought my spirits soared and I found myself suddenly off the train, in a sunny farmyard, the kind that's just old enough to be full of charm, and the air was full of the good smells coming up from the earth, and everything was safe, and there was a cow gently chewing cud in her paddock. I remember now, that this has always been the world, I'd just been on that train for so long I'd begun to think the train was in control of me. The sudden knowledge that I'd always been free and in control made my heart sing even sweeter. Before me, I now noticed, lay a path going down into a verdant valley, of such appealing playful adventurous appeal that I stepped off onto it immediately.

TBC...

My Prayer

I am the Story-Maker of my Life
My Story is joyous.
To be Alive is bliss.
All my Heart's desire flows to me effortlessly
I feel great joy, great peace, great compassion
Sweet gratitude.
I am Alive and working perfectly
All is in order;
I love all around and within.