I only just began to tell you…

Dear one,

It’s me again. It is a delight to know you can hear me. Before I say anything else, I want you to know that I will be here always. It’s easy to, because I have always been here. I may not have been known to be here, and my voice might have been nothing but a quiet whisper, but I have nonetheless, and I am, and I will be. Here, with you.

Last time I only just began to tell you about this place. It has a boundless garden – the space of energy and ideas that drifts into the infinite. I know you have questions, and so do I. If we’d play a game of questions, I think I’d win. I just have too many for you. And you have answers, because you are wiser than you know. Do not assume that, just because I am in this place and get to experience it in a different way than you do, that I have all the answers. I don’t. In fact, at times, I find myself thinking that you would understand more of what is happening than I am currently able.

You will discover that you too have been passing through here, and it will feel as if you have seen this place before and — not only that — but that you have stayed here longer. I don’t know how to explain that just yet. First, I need to get to know you better. Then I’ll know what to ask you — you are the one with the answers.

It’s a grand place. Spacious and tall, expansive and limitless. It is so old, it could write its own story. And it does — through the beams of light it sends your way. When you find yourself in that space, you may feel so small and yet, at the same time — you know that you are included. Like a critical part of the big picture… Irreplaceable, substantial, and — almost — too consequential. Like that particular comma in a sentence, the placement of which determines the outcome of one’s message… As you get to know me, you’ll find that I am far from a dreamer, but what I say may — especially at the very beginning — feel bigger than the reality of life. That is expected and is perfectly normal, since ideas of what life is constantly shift and transform.

I know… me talking to you feels important— and it is — but not because of me. Because of you. You are special. One day you will see what I see, but for now, I simply cannot deny the weight of your potential. I have been making some sketches of that. Would you like to see them?

I’ll make sure to show them to you next time you fall asleep,

~Anima