Change is Evolution!

Last night my daughter commented on something I was sharing with my granddaughter as if it were the truth, something my daughter didn't think was appropriate for her age, she is seven years old. I asked myself, what is appropriate to share with a seven year old? My granddaughter listens intently to what I say and is full of questions. Children are wiser than we think, they can teach us lots if we take the time to listen to them. It was obvious my daughter had her own story about what I had shared, which was a fabricated version, not unlike my own ability to fabricate stories,in order to unconsciously keep myself locked in a fearful world. Her reaction was another gift for me to check in on my own stories,and also to ponder what change of mind means. She also made a good point, that what I believe today is different than what I believed last year or last month, and I had to agree with her.

So I checked in with Holy spirit and asked what is truth? Truth cannot be what I believe today,when I know a day from now I could be believing something different about the same subject. I often say, this is my truth, my,meaning the me that acts out in this dream world. The real truth has nothing to do with this world, yet I need this dream world right now in order to have these experiences with the soul intent of waking up to THE REAL TRUTH that I am already back with God.

My seven year old granddaughter was watching, what was for her a scary show on T.V. She was so scared that she couldn't go to sleep that night. We had a talk about her fear. She was afraid the character in the movie would come and take her parents away and kill them. I asked if that had happened and she said no,but she was afraid it would happen. I suggested she doesnt watch the show again if she is afraid of it. She said she's not afraid of the show, she wants to watch it again. I helped her to see that her fear wasn't about the show, it was about her own thoughts that were not even true. What she feared had never happened and never would. I suggested she change her story about her parents being killed and replace it with a happy story that included the character she was afraid of. Yesterday she arrived home from school with a book called Rumplestiskin. It was the character she was afraid of. She had pulled it out of the school library as her take home book because she was no longer afraid of him.

I do not see my truth as THE TRUTH. My truth in any given moment is the only thing I can use in order to experience my own evolution towards The Truth. The Truth to me, is the absolute knowingness that none of this is real. But as long as I think I am here I will always have what I call my truth, especially when I almost always make a point of asking the Holy Spirit to guide me.

My daughter represents to me my own fears,when I think I may not be doing it right. I bless her for she is a grand teacher for me,as is everyone else. After all, I placed them all in my dream for a reason and it is working. My life is the best it has ever been, more joy, more love and most of all, more peace.

So change is evolution for me, and as my daughter pointed out, yes, my truth is my truth, not anyone else's. Thanks to her I am reminded to say, this is my truth, not THE TRUTH.