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 "Communicating with your own soul gives you a glimpse of the most fulfilled, wise, compassionate, and intelligent person that you might become." — Gary Coming Home "I stopped in front of the small frame house. I grew up there. When I left, I never wanted to come back. Now I looked forward to returning some times twice a year. This time was different. As I sat in the car, a distant future seemed to form around me. In this future, my parents were long dead, and strangers lived in our house. If only Mom and Dad were still alive! Tears came to my eyes. I looked at the house again. It was barren and cold. If only I could knock on the door again. If only I could hear Mom say, "It's Gary! It's Gary!" as she hurried to open it. I longed to feel my father's smile. I longed to hear him say, "Welcome home, Son!" My reverie was as painful as it was deep. It left me aching. There was so much I could have said, so much I could have done, so much I could have shared. Why didn't I see this when they were alive? Why? Suddenly my fantasy was over. I was sitting in a rented car in front of our house. My mother and father were alive. They were waiting for me. I opened the car door, walked to the porch, and knocked. "It's Gary! It's Gary!" I heard my mom call excitedly to Dad. "Welcome home, Son!" My father's smile was huge. My prayer had been answered. I had one more chance. I held them, spoke with them, felt them, and let them feel me. My old room felt like home. I never liked it before. Even Dad's snoring sounded good... I savored each moment with my mother and my father. I listened to them. I talked to them. I asked them questions. I felt what I felt. I knew that I would never see them again the way that I saw them before, and I never have. For the first time, I came home... Everything that I saw and did was the same, but my experience of everything was very different. Becoming multisensory is like that. It gives you a new perspective... You notice things you didn't notice before... Nothing seems accidental.... Everything in your life becomes a miracle that is happening right in front of your eyes. This is coming home in the Earth school. Nothing is ordinary, including you... You are still a male or a female. You are still from this country or that. You still have children to raise, bills to pay, and things to do. None of that changes, but you see it all differently. Your Earth suit is no longer the most important thing to you. Life is the most important thing to you. A world of harmony, cooperation, sharing, and reverence for Life becomes your goal. The thought of this world calls to you, like the thought of coming home. This world is the home that your soul wants you to live in. It is also the world that you were born to create. Sooner or later you will. The only question for you to answer is when. When will you create this world? When will you come home? When?" Excerpt from Soul Stories |
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