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Old, forgotten friends are touch points of times past. Who are they in your life now that you have changed inside? Transformation is more than leaving behind what once was. It is remembering what is. Coming to terms with your true nature reveals the unity in all. Follow twia in friendships. Let truth guide you in love. Friendships flourish in the moment. Leave the moment to itself. You are not the one your forgotten friends once knew. Nor do you know them. Each moment brings friendship anew.

Awareness expands every day in the room within. Open to its light. Do nothing. Have no desire. Be the I AM that you are. The world around you is perception. It has no meaning but what you give to it. No purpose. It is the struggle of the me of the body in its illusion of pleasure and pain, happiness and sorrow. Do not choke on this dust of the world. Enter the stream where clarity resides. Float on its buoyant current. The stream will carry you to the river. The river to the sea. Do not thrash about like you were drowning. Do not grasp for the brambles along the bank to save yourself from fear. Your breath that is life will keep you afloat.

You are an estuary. A receiver and nurturer. You are the mothering confluence of waters entering the sea. You are the whole of the all. You are stillness. Silence in the morning mist. The still silence of the room within. To receive is to lower oneself to let the river flow. The river rushes to the low ground. The valley receives the waters from the surrounding hills. The sea, the receiver of all, is lower still. The lower ground yields to the river. From the many separate peaks, all waters find unity in the valley. They unite with the sea. Receive humbly. This is the way of the path. To forget yourself. To forget others. To receive all in unity.

You are the treasure found in the field. The pearl of great price. To know this in all is to reside in the room within. Herein you do not see right and wrong, good and bad. You cannot abandon the child when you know the mother. Assume nothing. You do not know. Enter the room within. Sit still in the silence. The mother receives you. Nourishes you. To know the mother is to know the child. The child you know is whole, complete, perfect, eternal. Graced by the mother. I AM.