The Frog Prince
When it seems hard for you to focus, perhaps you have entered a wider doorway. Perhaps you have expanded. How do you focus on the Vastness, beloveds, when it is so vast?
You are learning new rules, as it were. You are learning life without walls, life without rules. You are learning life, beloveds.
Once you were in an egg, and this morning you find you are cracking the shell, and you emerge. It is sort of like putting on Superman's cape. Once you were a mild-mannered Clark Kent, and now, how could it be, but you are Superman flying across the Universe. He is not a plane, he is not a bird. He is Superman, and Superman is quite accomplished. Superman knew that Clark Kent was his disguise.
It is as if you came from a place with a name, and now you are not locatable, and you have been shot out from where you were, and you have lost your name as well. It feels to you that you have lost. You have lost space, and time has gone somewhere. And yet you have gained.
Unlike Clark Kent as he becomes Superman, you do not take off your glasses. Or, We could say, you put on contacts, and you see better than ever before. Sometimes it is startling to you how well you see. You see far. You see the other side of the Universe. You see that which cannot be grasped. You see. And now you don't know what has happened to you, and you feel blind-sided.
Perhaps you liked being Cinderella and playing in the ashes. Perhaps you're not so sure about being a princess. You may feel that you don't belong. And, anyway, you don't know how long you will be taken for a princess. It seems that you can't go back and be Cinderella again, and yet being a princess feels very vague, and you teeter on your glass slippers.
Perhaps the prince liked being a frog. He never really was a frog. He just looked like one. He made sounds like one, and now that he is a prince, he is unrecognizable to himself. Everyone else thinks he's a prince. He wears some kind of crown, yet he's not sure how it got there. He is not sure it fits. He's not sure he fits. He sits on the King's throne, and he is afraid of heights.
He had thought his identity was frog. True, sometimes, he had longed to be a prince, yet he had not really taken his longing seriously. There was a certain comfort in being a frog desiring to be a prince and yet staying in the safety of frogdom. There was something pleasant about being hidden from the world and himself.
And so a frog prince and a princess from the ashes meet. In their case, their exterior has changed. It has changed beyond belief.
In your case, it is your interior that has changed, and yet, magic of magic, others begin to see your interior. Your self-image hasn't yet caught up to your present well-being. Others begin to see what you cannot yet see. What is becoming obvious to others seems bizarre to you.
In a way, the prince and the princess are like people who have had plastic surgery. It takes a while before they can accept the changes in their appearance. They see themselves as they once appeared. Their true appearance and Reality are still out of their sight. They cannot believe their eyes.
As for you, beloveds, I see you as you are, yet you are still thinking that frog and Cinderella are your identity. You do not yet see what is obvious. Alas, you cannot yet see. You cannot yet believe. You think you still belong in the ashes or in the pond beside the castle.
True happiness is not yet fully yours, for you haven't grasped the whole Truth of you yet. But you will. You will.
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