40 Days, 40 Years, 40 Prayers

Day Twenty One

We are all One.

The destinies of all beings are interconnected.

The “Mediation for Word Power” involves coordinating the movement of the navel point squeezing back toward the spine with the movement of the tongue hitting the roof of the mouth. The rhythm is almost like footsteps walking.

May each completion of this movement inside my body be dedicated to those refugees walking to Germany seeking asylum.

I read that 42,000 people a day are driven from their homes. If the number of refugees throughout the world were an entire nation, they would make up the 24th largest nation in the world: The Refugee Nation…

If there are so many seeking refuge out there, then a spiritual person feels compelled to turn deep within and connect with whatever it is inside each one of us that is seeking refuge.

What inside you, Dearest Sweet One, is seeking a safe harbor? In what way do you, Dearest Sweet One, feel driven out of your home? In what way do you feel unwelcome?

Turn inward and connect with that, heal that part of you that is a refugee. Acknowledge that part of you that is a citizen of the Refugee Nation. Seek out, explore, journey to Home. Be unafraid to begin your journey Home. Home, sweet, home.

The refugee is. The cosmos is. The Lord of Miracles is.

May we all find safe and sacred harbors. As challenging as it may be, may we all realize our deep connection to one another. May we desire to realize our connection to one another. May this prayer be with each and every footstep of each and every being who seeks refuge on this planet. May each footfall of those seeking shelter be our collective March on The Cosmos for the cause of our Sacred Right to Love One Another and Free One Another and open up our arms, our homes, our minds, our hearts to anyone who seeks shelter. May the Beloved Creator of All Benevolence and All Sanctuary and the Beloved Creator of Kindness come to serve those who feel desperate, afraid, lost, victimized, forgotten, and cast out. May this prayer be heard and heard over a thousand times a day, as if this tiny prayer is the nagging wife of the Almightiest God. May she scream, “Something Benevolent this way comes!” May it be true.

Sat Nam!

Boardwalk through the mangrove forest
Boardwalk through the mangrove forest

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