Hello world. The following was written 12/20/2016.

My Guides keep showing me a beautiful red onion. At its base are its roots. Dozens of tiny tendrils reaching out to secure a hold of the foundation to its very existence. Each one is a decision to believe. A choice to accept a judgment being handed to you. Each one is believed to be the very basis of the fabric of your existence. Each one defining you in a specific way. Each one of these root tendrils are connected directly to a layer of the onion itself. Each layer is a belief you are defining yourself as being. All coming from these roots.

As I choose to begin looking at these choices I have made to believe, I watch the onion being turned end over end, coming to rest on its side. A beam of light shines down on the onion cutting an incision into one of the root tendrils at the base. Just as an incision is cut into an actual onion, the eyes smart and burn as tears begin to fall uncontrollably. As I cut away at the root base the layers begin to unfold within the onion, but not without some effort on my part to separate one from the other.

The deeper I cut the more the onion opens. As each layer peels away I see the choices I made to believe before me. Each one brings tears as I see the Truth of my own choices to believe and what they have caused me to believe I was experiencing. As each layer falls away my tears begin to flow more freely unceasingly. As each belief is released I come closer to the core and the Truth of who I really am within this shell.

When all the layers have been peeled away what is left? I get an impression of nothingness. What is left is nothing, yet that nothingness is EVERYTHING! The only thing holding everything together is my choices to believe. Those are the roots that are binding me to everything I think, experience and see. Everything comes from what I have chosen to believe.

When my onion finally falls away, will I be here still to see another day? Will I still be able to hold your hand? To feel your heat warm me within. To feel your arms wrapped around me in loving care. Or will I be the only one there? An Eternal Soul alone for Eternity. Did I split myself into multiple Beings just so my loneliness would leave? Instead it trapped me in a quagmire of fear of letting go and to simply Be, Me.

Blessings on your journeys my brothers. Hugs and love. You are loved. I love you.

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