So…I’m a writer. I write fiction. That means I make stuff up. In my head. Sometimes I even tell myself stories. Out loud. I certainly hold conversations with my characters. Psst: To all those people in the cars next to me at the stoplights? I’m not singing to the radio.
I was the odd kid growing up–the one lost in books, perfectly happy sitting alone and staring out the windows as my own stories unfurled in my imagination. Well…maybe not perfectly happy–because that can be a lonely existence and all kids want to be accepted. Anyway, after reading today’s message from the Universe, I remember WHY I became a storyteller. I couldn’t be anything else. I’m a dreamer, not a logical thinker. I believe in magic not reality. I believe in miracles not fate. I want to be the person the Universe describes. Because I CAN imagine it! And write it down for others to read and hopefully enjoy.
If you can imagine it, you can have it, Silver. This is the name of the game. This is the lesson to learn. It couldn’t be any easier. Reality is not what your eyes show your mind, but what your mind creates for your eyes to see. You are not limited by logic, the past, or the world around you. You are not of the world around you. You are supernatural, pure spirit.
You came first. Magic, miracles, and luck are the consequences of understanding this, the inevitable result of dreaming and acting in spite of appearances.
You are ever so close. Simply stay the course. It won’t be very much longer.
If you can imagine it, you can have it, Silver.