Tahla Channeled Through Brenda Hill
I am Tahla, teacher of truth, bringer of light, friend and mirror. It
is I who offers you the mirror to yourself from that place of bright light
within you. It is I, however, that am honored and humbled in your presence.
The greatness of your spirit, as you populate these bodies, is immense
beyond description. But the message that I offer today is one of hopefulness.
Not hopefulness that you, in this timing, will somehow improve, but that
the hopefulness that is inherent in your beingness will rise to the surface
to be seen.
You are busy seeking knowledge, you are busy seeking truth, and you are
busy seeking divine guidance, forgetting the whole time that you need seek
nothing. Such a statement would only be possible to apply to an all-knowing
divinity, not a caricature of such, not the illusion of such, and most
certainly not the imitation of such. But imitation is what is sought after
as truth. Imitation, it is said, is the most flattering form of compliment.
With what kind of illusion could one be under to accept and believe that?
To imitate is to define self by another’s creativity. Imitation is
remarkable only by how limited an expression it is. Let us assume that
imitation justifies itself by the uplifting it achieves from one to another.
You, as the offerer of such uplift, imitate characteristics of another
to whom your undeniable admiration goes out. Being admired nurtures only
the false, most lonely portions of self, bloating and inflating them into
the pretense of truth.
Flattery itself, when given from your core, would not be called flattery
at all. It would be called the communication of truth. It would be called
the offering of love. It would be called high light. But flattery, as you
know flattery, is a low vibrational source of illusion, which inflates
the receiver with false pride and bloats the giver with the notion that
he or she has somehow just passed on great love and feels quite satisfied
with being the one who did so. Again, dismiss the thought of flattery as
it makes a mockery of truth. Dismiss the concept of imitation, as it is
the genuine source and extension of your state of dullness and forgetfulness
of the pure essence of love, life and truth that is yours to express. Not
only is it yours to express, but also your expression itself becomes the
very matter that multiplies itself in the ever unfolding of life expression.
My Friends, believe in your self; do not flatter yourself. Believe in your
truth; do not imitate another’s. Know the fluidity of moving through
your joyousness of choice to articulate life in this beloved form, unique
and fresh in its creativity. You are each blossoms of similarity of purpose,
but each with that fine tuned resonance that mirrors beauty, reflects light
and creates visions of heaven. No imitators can possibly shine so brightly
and so purely.
Seek nothing but know you are original light and that your light illuminates
your path with innocence. Seek not to complete your self as you are finished
as you began; yet flowing freely in ever-changing and ever-moving undulations
of creativity. Imitate nothing, but with fresh creativity, offer your own
essence into the tapestry of life. Speak for yourself, not another.
If there were only blue, albeit a beautiful blue, would you know its beauty
without the association with and contrast of other colors? Would the palette
of your creativity sparkle with potential if only blue was possible. Of
course, no is your answer, for you understand deeply the mirroring of light.
Light is all color, in varying degrees, hues, tones and saturations. And
life is literally this coloration. And so it is with deep honor and respect
that I honor your particular coloration of life and ask that you honor
my own. The world view we paint together holds a uniqueness and a potential
for escalating knowledge to a higher place, not by flattering it there,
or imitating a supposed version of it, but by projecting it from your creative
depths and imagining a unique version of expression.
When you can project purely, your loneliness will subside and you will
understand and remember. Until then, I continue to make known and available
that which I am as mirror. I salute you.
© 2003
by Brenda Hill
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