You are a rich and majestic child of the ever-expanding cosmos. This cosmos is infinitely intelligent. You are a rich and majestic child of infinite intelligence. You contain the intelligence contained in the cosmos. How could an offspring of infinite intelligence be anything less? To know this about yourself offers a very healthy attitude.
It has been spoken by many that you are an angel from heaven, and in that metaphor exists all of the wondrous qualities that you possess. I speak of this “angel from heaven” not in a religious way, but in practical terms. When you accept this metaphor as true about you – the time will come when you cease to look at yourself without the love and appreciation you deserve. That time is near; can you feel it? When you feel it, it becomes a very powerful resource for you.
So, what would stop you from accepting that you are a child of infinite intelligence and an angel from heaven? What is this part of you that insists that that’s a lot of hogwash? Is that not the same part of you that has you live a life of constant yearning and striving but never arriving where you hoped you’d be? Do you understand that the part of you that refuses to believe wonderful things about yourself does not exist in reality? Do you understand that “that part of you” is an assumed identity, an identity that you acquired as a consequence of your misguided imagination?
Have you ever loved a child or even a pet, so much so that you’ve given that child unceasing tender, loving attention? And you enjoyed every moment of it, didn’t you? Can you remember the poise of mind and peace of heart that you experienced when in service like that? It is time for you to take quiet, firm mastery of your mind, and attend to yourself that way. For it is that alone that will open the door to the true you in all of your divine beauty. And only then will you be able to release yourself from the bondage of those self-limiting opinions that block you from revealing and feeling the ideal feeling of realness that you seek.
To you, however, who are not yet ready to accept yourself to be an angel from heaven, or cannot give yourself the kind of tender, loving attention that you deserve, I say, if infinite intelligence did not place you here to provide this attention to yourself, then how shall you blossom? Who else can do it for you? See how the flowers of the field grow – do they labor or spin? Do they yearn or strive? What might you learn from them?
We are all blessed, and so few seem to know. It’s time to revalue yourself.