My Own Voice

I’ve especially loved what I consider personal revelation or a guardian angel, or someone assigned to me because God can’t be everywhere, in my everyday life.  Like a thought in my head:  “Stop, Jeanette.  You’ve said enough.”  Or “He’s going to be OK.  He will not die.  He will get better.”  Warnings, blessings really, so I have felt comforted and like I don’t have to go it alone.  A higher more knowledgeable voice surrounds me.  A higher power.  I have cherished that divine help, relied on it.  I’ve often thought that we could not survive without it.  Things are just too hard.

Starting Deepak’s meditation this time, where he has us repeat things like:

My security and peace are within.

I am the source of unlimited happiness.

My power and strength are within.

My love and compassion are within.

My truth and creativity are within.

My wisdom is within.

I begin to wonder if the voice I hear, the warnings, the affirmations, the comfort, is my own voice.  My own wiser self.  Inner wisdom.  Could it possibly all come from within?  Even in childhood we were taught to listen to the "still, small voice within", ostensibly, our conscience.  Could that be God’s plan?  Divine design?  In mortality, the wisdom and awareness of our pre-existence is veiled.  Is it still there, concealed but available?  Am I my own keeper?  Are we capable of such intelligence, sagacity, and independence?

I wonder.