Where Did I Park? January 15, 2021 Stay here. For a moment. On this frequency, In this place. I want you to notice the location. Right here. Mark the vibration with astute awareness of your soul's precise position. Here is a place. Like a spot you pick to park with letter, number, and row. Save it. Like a parking lot card. You'll need it later. Now.... our exact coordinates are the breath the inner flow and the letting go. It does not just “come upon” you - it is a place. It does not leave or go - it is a place. It does not move, nor can it - it is a place. It will always be there - it is a place. The place is located on that particular frequency where breath runs like rivers and quenches every inner thirst with a cool, satisfying peace. When you are furthest from that place, You will doubt. You will observe what is with the same senses while on another frequency and on an "other" vibration and suddenly its different and you panic. Where’d the sureness go? That steady flow? Why’d it up-and-fly away? And as your day slides back into “normal" life you stuff and cope and blame and redefine and rationalize what your very "is" is... what's true. You know, heaven isn’t a “place” (at least as people intend to say). It’s not contained by geography’s maps. It is, however, on a firm and steady plain both very far and away and present here with you sitting staring sharing. Did you forget where it is? Your car is in that place it's parked. Check the coordinates on your parking card. What’s our frequency? Turn down your dials and tune into You and meet me in the underground garage. Copyright © Charlie Young 2021. All Rights Reserved.