Listen up, humans! Life’s divine orchestra is waiting for you to tune in. We’re all hot messes, but don’t forget, we’re hot messes sculpted by divine love. And let’s be real; we’re the celestial chefs in the grand cosmic kitchen. And our talents? Oh, that’s the secret spice blend that makes every dish a mouthwatering masterpiece!
You see, each of us is vibing on a unique frequency — kinda like how rose-colored glasses see the world differently than lemon-tinted ones. But don’t get it twisted; we’re all essentially shuffling the same divine playlist. “Ego” you say? Nah, babe, it’s like the Universe’s an all-access golden ticket to the extravaganza that is YOU? It’s the vibe, the essence, the “Je ne sais quoi” that makes you irreplaceable in the cosmic symphony.
Western folks might cringe at the word “serve.” They think it makes them the underdog. But let’s have a word about our East-side peeps, the gurus, who make serving look so darn attractive that even Krishna, the blue-hued God of Everything, couldn’t resist! The point is, it’s not about groveling. You’re a cosmic butler with a Platinum card; you’ve got all the means to fulfill your universal gig. It’s high time to face the music; your talents are your trust fund from the Source. Use it or lose it, darling!
Hence, what’s the cosmic download? Your life’s stage is ready. And those obstacles? Honey, they’re not roadblocks; they’re your training ground. The Universe doesn’t make mistakes; it’s like the divine matchmaker, setting you up for a lifetime (or lifetimes, if you believe in the whole reincarnation gig) of meaningful affairs with your talents.
And ah, the sweet spot — when you feel like you’re finally strutting down the runway of your own life. This is the moment. Not for arrogance, but surrender. Give it up for the Big Maestro Upstairs. Because, let’s be brutally fabulous: you’re not the producer of your life’s show. The Existence is. And acknowledging that? It’s like the most intense, soulful encore you could ever perform.
So go ahead, you marvelous cosmic minstrel. Strum your chords, hit your high notes, and show the Great Unknown that you’re not just a spectator. You’re the performance and the performer, both the moonlight and the dancer. Confused? Don’t be. You serve the Source by being uniquely you, and guess what? It serves you right back.
We’re not separate; we’re a grand, intricate symphony, each adding our own notes to the grand scale of all there is. So whether you’re drumming up beats or strumming soulful treats, the Universal Concert has only one rule: Serve love, be love. After all, isn’t love the ultimate priority access to life?
Your move, darling. What’s it gonna be?