Remember that story?
The one that reminded you that that’s all it is.
A story.
One that you write with every breath, with each turn of the hurricane inside your heart.
That You are the paper. You are the ink.
So why have we written a ceiling that allows us to climb no higher?

Remember that story. The one about the cats. That if every cat in the world dreamed the same dream at the same time, the world would change and they would be gods again.
But they forgot they could.
And here we sit, our highest dreams of cars and big walls, more rooms & fewer bills.
If we could dream anything we wanted and know that we would manifest it, surely, we would dream for more than that.

The universe continues to expand, despite our scientific expectations otherwise.
It expands because we look at it.
Because we question it.
And when we cast that gaze of wonder upon anything, we create.
We are expanding the universe.
Each night you look up and wonder why,
You create.
Each time you look inside, and attempt the never ending Quest of Knowing YourSelf, You place that same gaze inside.
And You create.
And expand.
And the scientists have found what they call dark matter. And they have found what they call dark energy.
One force pulls things closer together. One force pushes them apart.
The Story they are writing tells us that the universe is expanding because the one that pushes thing apart, seems to winning.
They have lots of formula’s and calculations.

Once upon a time in a land long ago, the Alchemists had formula’s and calculations too.
And their Story said, Solve et Coagula. Dissolve & Recombine.
There is a force that breaks apart. And there is one that reunites.
Both are necessary.
There can be no experience of the One unless you have felt Division.
There can be no Coagula without Solve.
The dark energy isn’t winning. It is not a war. It is a dance.
Look at the Caduceus.
Hold both parts in YourSelf at the same time.
And remember what you are capable of dreaming.

What holds You back is an illusion.
One that you wrote.
So write yourself a sledgehammer.
And take that ceiling down.

Do it for the cats.
Once gods in Egypt now scavenge for food in rotting waste.