DO THIS IN MEMORY OF ME......dingalingalingleling

Drink from this cup of Life. We are all cups of Life. Love is drinking each other. Let others drink from you. Drink from others when offered. Offer your cups to one another in celebration of the One who is the reservoir of all pleasure and enjoyment. In remembrance of the Most High. Peace to your days. Every day a birthday, every moment a breath of infinity, every moment a death, every moment a chance for resurrection. Be mindful of the Breath. It comes and goes whether you are mindful or not. It's a continuous gift from our Creator. It is our very lifestuff. Gratitude is attention. You don't know what you've got until you lose it. Same for the breath? Its up to us. Use it before you lose it. Be mindful of your intention in every endeavor. Sin is that thing that tarnishes the cultivation of My Highest Self. Sin is what binds me to the illusion of my separateness from everyone and everything. Sin is what reinforces my alienation from innocence. Sin is hurting others to "satisfy" myself. Despite the stickers on my fruit, the labels on my apparel, the barcodes on my food, the fruity essences and wavy emblems of my water, I am not fooled. There is only One provider. There is One Source that provides sustenance for all of Creation.

The birds don't need Chiquita, the ants don't need Evian, the butterflies don't
need Levi.

They have all been expertly provided for. Yet in our current delusional state we fail to see our creatureliness, we fail to see our oneness. We don't believe that our Creator will provide for us in the same way as he does for the rest of creation. Oh yee of so litte faith. And now we toil just too eek out an existence. Just to fill our bellies we now must go to radical extremes and make extraneous efforts. Just to do something that the Creator has already made natural and easy. Who are the real asses? The ones that get tied up and kicked around and worked till they drop or those that tie themselves up and allow themselves to be kicked to and fro by the onslaughts of a material wetdream. Work to be free, to free your heart rendering it more compassionate and tender. Make yourself Free, in other words, no one has to pay anything, do anything, say anything to get the best you have to offer. Your Love is Free.