Through the depths of last night, I held a massive conversation with a stranger. We spoke of many things, but one realization strikes through the memory.
I am on the right path. There was talk of indigo/crystal children, some of who snap under the strain of the world and their gifts. While I do not readily accept such a title, I can definitely understand the circumstances of becoming lost, losing it, or fading.
For a very long time, I have known the direction I should go. It’s as if the very universe is my pathway, and echoes the correct or incorrectness of the steps I take through life. I don’t know where the road is going, but before I complete nearly any action, I know if it is the right choice for me. Sometimes my awareness dims, and I make mistakes, of course. By no means am I infallible. But so long as I remain aware and listen to the directions of the Golden Road (as I have come to call it), my life benefits.
I have stepped off the path purposefully in the past, testing the waters, the consequences. Every time “disaster” ensued. But just last night, I realized that dragging myself down this path, while an obligation, is what I truly want for myself. The reason I walk it is because at some point, I chose it.
I speculate about the meaning of the Road. I am inclined to think every one follows such a Road, and most merely are not connected to it. I wonder if this is a path souls travel in order to obtain that sought after evolution and enlightenment.
I do not know how long my road is. I can feel the end in the distance, reassuring me that I will eventually reach a destination. Yet perhaps I will not reach it in this life, but the next, or the one after that. It feels none too distant, but what is a couple lifetimes to something eternal?