Why I look up when I pray…

When love rains down and becomes the rein of my yoke, I am determined to raise my head to behold the glory of the answer to my prayers…

…I look up to open all of my chakras to receive through: hearing all movements; smelling the salts of the earth , being touched on newfound surfaces; seeing the flip side of fear and tasting the newness of the landing….I look up.

When there is no down or up-stream in the measure of the flow, I raise my oars to go with the currents as I trust the authenticity of my prayers…

…when I strip down and step through the barriers and limitations of misaligned ego, I find acceptance of the gifts and unpin myself from expectations as my needs are always met.

On top of the upside is another plateau and when my eyes do see the glory of the coming of the next, I know I am being served as a reward for my service…

…I look up when I pray and move my feet as most grateful are my toes that there is a direction of my reflection.

The score is an anchored 9 and if I am truly blessed, there will be a ten and perhaps ten to the 10th power plus or minus 1 to the 9th degree.

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