Basking in the warm sunlight streaming through the window, I found myself enveloped in an inexplicable sense of joy. A bowl of alphabet soup sat before me, its steam gently rising as it cooled. Peering down, I was stunned to see the letters forming my name, “Michael.” It felt like a moment of cosmic alignment, akin to the oft-mentioned scenario of a hundred monkeys typing out the Declaration of Independence.
As I savored the soup, attempting to preserve the arrangement of letters spelling out my name, the letters seemed to dance on my spoon, eventually succumbing to the swirl of broth as I swallowed. It was as though I had ingested a part of myself, an odd sensation that lingered as I continued to consume the soup, letter by letter, until the entire alphabet had found its way into me.
Yet, it wasn’t just the physical act of ingesting the letters that left me bewildered. It was the profound shift in consciousness that followed. The letters, now seemingly imbued with a self-awareness, began to communicate with me in the language of blessings.
Memories flooded my mind, memories of the care and love I had bestowed upon my children, reminiscent of the watchful gaze my own parents had cast upon me as a child playing in the streets of Brooklyn. I recalled the countless instances of unconditional love and well-being wishes or blessings I had received from many loved ones and sages over the years.
And as I reflected on these memories, something extraordinary began to happen within me. The blessings, transmitted to me over the years, now felt tangible, palpable, like an electric current coursing through my veins. Just as electricity flows through a wire, heating it up as it moves along its path, so too did the blessings flow through me, igniting a radiant warmth within every fiber of my being.
I could feel the energy of well-being and love pulsating through me, radiating outwards like ripples on a pond. And with each passing moment, I became increasingly aware of my role in this cosmic dance of blessings. Like a conduit for divine energy, I received and projected these blessings as I felt them flowing through me; extending their reach far beyond myself and out into the world.
In this way, the movement of blessings became a profound source of joy and happiness for me. It was as though I had tapped into an endless reservoir of love and compassion, a wellspring of divine grace that knew no bounds. And as I embraced this newfound awareness, I found myself filled with a sense of purpose and gratitude unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
Spiritual Gravity 