Waking Up

A lot of healing has taken place over the past couple of years.  I was physically a mess.  At the end of my despair I found beacon of light, a special person I can now call my friend, was then only someone who was my last effort of hope.  She started me on my physical healing process but I didn't know back then that she was looking at my soul... wanting to help me to where I am now and beyond.  But at that time she could only offer me a food plan and supplements for it was all I was willing to receive.  Slowly I'm waking up to self.  The trueness of me.  My inner rest.  Connection to Source.  Coming this far was a true battle and I'm certain that the old, the dark isn't going to totally give up with one last fight at least.  I came this far kicking and screaming but soul, my true me, was done.  My soul craved truth and truth is happening.  By far not there...so far to go... yet on my way.  My soul sat quietly waiting, waiting for me to come home.  But coming home meant tearing down the curtains, the costumes.  Cutting through the briers of old thoughts and perceptions.  Negating and neutralizing the lies.  Breaking the chains of fear.  I see the process much more clearly now.  Now I can see me moving towards center at lightning speed.  No turning back, no holding back, no looking back.  I am free... it's time to leap.  The caterpillar has metamorphosed... the cocoon has broke open.  I see the light of the sun...time to spread my wings.  Time to fly.