This is for You…

Alright, all you wonderful bits of starlight out there, this one is for you.

 

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I want you to know how exquisitely beautiful you are, right here, right now. Yes, YOU.

Doesn’t matter where you find yourself in life at the moment … doesn’t matter if your clothes are brand new or a bit threadbare … doesn’t matter if you are living in a castle of a house or a wee hobbit of a home (I personally like hobbits and hobbit homes, but that’s another story) … doesn’t matter if you have a ton of the green stuff (no, we are not talking about vegetables or weeds of whatever kind your mind might have immediately surfed to), nor does it matter if you still haven’t found that pot of gold (just popped over to the leprechauns now, didn’t you – HAH).

What matters is that you remember who you truly are. And who you truly are – no matter what anyone tells you, or what circumstances you currently find yourself in – is a gorgeous expression of Divine Love – yes, really!

That beating heart of yours holds a key, and like all good stories in life, it is a key to Love. And Love, compassionate and unconditional, heals all wounds, opens all doors, and is a guaranteed fast-track to the core of the Eternal Heart.

 

So go on, oh glorious ones – you are glorious, in case you had forgotten – dare to BE, dare to LOVE, and dare to ALLOW that garden of loving abundance that is within you to unfold – straight from the heart.

 

And don’t forget, when the time is right, share a bit of it with your world. When you do, your world will begin to glow with the loving abundance that lives within the core of its being too. Imagine that!

Now get out there and have an absolutely scrumptious day!

 

Sending sparkles of love and joy your way!

 

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The Man and The Angel

*This wee story looks long but it really isn’t, so hang in there. And thanks for that!

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The Man and The Angel                                        By: Aliana Alani ©2016

The man and the angel were sitting on the fence drinking tea. The kind that helps you see more clearly. The man thought it was your everyday ordinary black tea. The angel knew otherwise.  They were sitting on a lovely stone fence, the kind with rocks and moss and tiny pretty flowers peeking out. It was a grand day. A day of sunlight upon green grasses. One could almost say that it was magical. Not a dark cloud in the sky.

The angel hovered in thought, picking his moment. The man waited. He could feel something coming. After all, they’d had these chats before.

“It’s a grand day.” The angel said, stating the obvious.

“Aye, it is.”

“You’re fond of grand days, are you not?”

“I am.”

“It would be a shame for that to change.” The angel threw that out gently.

The man fussed a little within. He didn’t take much to round-about conversations. “And why, for the love of God, would that change? Other than your occasional storm, that is.”

The angel let out a sigh. “The words of the world are spinning into a great tempest, my friend. Soon all the ranting and raging will erupt like an angry volcano. What will happen then will depend largely on what happens now.”

“You’re talking in riddles again.”

“Then I’ll be direct.” The angel smiled. The man nodded, though he inwardly knew it was highly probable that he was not going to like what was to be said at all at all. “You didn’t come here for this – all this fighting and fuming, this destroying of things.”

“I thought you said we came here to learn.”

“You did. But you came here to remember who you are more. Besides, do you not think you’ve learned about destruction enough?  It would seem to us that you acquired a PhD in it lifetimes ago. All you’re doing now is circling the wagons of remembering. What’s to learn in that?”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“Am I? Even if I was,” the angel sighed again, “the point is this – you’re running out of time. You must come home to your true being now. You came to this exquisite planet to participate in all of its beauty, not destroy it, so that you could open to the garden of life that exists within yourself and all creation, and in so doing, dare to dive into the deepest caverns of your own heart so that you would know, beyond question or doubt, that you, YOU, my friend, are indeed divine love incarnate.”

Your man blushed. “Aye, well I wouldn’t go that far. I’m a fair enough lover, I’ll grant you that, but…”

“You know what I’m saying.

The man nodded. “And if we dive into that deep heart? What then?”

The angel smiled. “Then you’re home – wherever you are.”

The man swirled that one around in his mind. “Will it really make a difference?”

“It will to you.”

He grinned. “And what happens to one happens to all.”

The angel looked him straight in the eye. “You could say that.”

The man thought about it for a moment, feeling the impact of the angel’s gaze, then he took a colossally deep breath and popped down off the fence, straightening his jacket as he landed, as if he was about to meet God Himself. “Right then, I’ll give it a go.” He paused, turned to the angel. “But you’d best hang around for awhile – to make sure I get it right.”

“As you wish.”

With that, they sauntered together, the man and the angel, with a glint and a laugh, into the light of the green grasses and the soft air of tomorrow today.

For your consideration … AT HOME IN THE GARDEN

AT HOME IN THE GARDEN was created by Aliana Alani ©2016

This is the latest and last template in The Templates from The Garden Series.

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AT HOME IN THE GARDEN created by Aliana Alani – Snippet Image

 

Done on high quality watercolour paper, in gold, silver, pale aqua, and teal pens.

 Size: 20” x 22 ¼”

Focus: To be AT HOME IN THE GARDEN means the struggle is over and a world of harmony and love, joy and plenty, balance and serenity stands before us. The peeling of the onion skin has brought us to the oasis of being and we are ready to begin life in a new and wondrous way. To be AT HOME IN THE GARDEN means relaxing into a life lived from a different set of qualities, a different way of perceiving and of interacting – with the small self, the divine Self, and with all else. It does not mean the journey is over. In many ways, it means the journey has just begun.

So, though this is the last of this Template Series, it could also be perceived as the beginning. For those of you into numbers, this is the 33rd of 33 in the series. The half moon symbols in these templates represent the essence of divine light – our own inner Eternal flame. As it turns out, there are 33 of those as well. So whoever becomes the Keeper of AT HOME IN THE GARDEN will be asking themselves to open more to a life lived through the power of divine love and the eternal flame that resides deep within the heart, from whence all tranquility and bounty flow. It is the pinnacle of possibility. The jump has happened, the skin has been shed, and the new dances before us.

If you feel AT HOME IN THE GARDEN may be for you – if your heart calls to become its Keeper, do not hesitate. And if you do become its Keeper, be willing to put it in a place of reverence in your home, meditate with it, and let others see it as well, that they too may be touched by the opportunity of being AT HOME IN THE GARDEN. As you do, small seeds of change happen within – for you, for others, and for our world.

 

For pricing and to purchase, email me:  aliana@22shangrila.com. Mark AT HOME IN THE GARDEN in the subject section.

I look forward to hearing from you. And as always, I wish you much joy.

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Remember:    Love is the answer.    

Always has been.     Always will be.