I would like to ask you to close your eyes.
Take few deep,
Slow relaxing inhalations and exhalation.
Slowly allow your breathing to become more and more gentle.
Gentle like air.
With each breath feel your body becoming lighter and lighter,
Dissolving back into emptiness.
For a moment hold the thought that you are alone in this world and draw the world you want to live in.
Observe this drawing in your mind and ask yourself what is my part in this world?
Now the page is clean,
Pure,
White.
The light is ready to hear.
The light is ready to see.
To illuminate you.
Within the world,
Havaiah's light exists.
A light that has created this world.
It is waiting.
Waiting for his beloved children.
Waiting for them to think of him,
Of his world.
This is how it all began.
When the Divine created the world.
He knew and so all that knowledge already exists.
Now is the time to create.
To be like the Divine.
To become Havaiah.
Simple white page.
You are the creator of the world.
And when you draw,
You will know that he is the one who paints.
And when you experience,
You know that he is the one who experiences.
And it all exists in a thought.
As soon as you know that thought,
You created a world.
This is not an imagination.
It is reality.
That each of us hold within.
The world needs us to recognize and to know the creator within.
Within each of us,
There is a thought in which the creator created you.
It's such a light.
There is nothing to draw.
There is nothing to think about,
Just to be the essence of the thing.
Take this moment.
Everything that currently exists in your reality,
You have created.
Feel it.
Understand it.
Know it.
Become it.
The world is waiting for this understanding.
Connect inside into this beautiful source.
It exists within.
The world will be illuminated.
The world will come true.
It's all up to you.
It depends on your readiness to know the truth.
To recognize yourself.
The light,
The Shekhinah,
The creator of the world.
There is no such painting.
The only reality is the creator that exists in all worlds.
And when we become a part of this painting,
In that thought,
We will discover the purpose of ourself.
The light is a language.
A language in which the letters are all placed back in supreme and holy crown.
The language of life.
The language of light.
There is no drawing for one.
There is no pattern for one.
There is no form for one.
It is a soul.
That is all.
Blessed you are.
