This isn't about Nikki.

This isn't about you.

It's about me.

Living my life as Nikki, as you.

There's a presence there that you've become more and more aware of over the years when you hold your breath.

You fill it. And as you begin to breathe again,

you stay aware of it, of me. That's not you filling a presence or you becoming aware of me, it's me, aware.

That is the shift.

There was never two.

You practice abiding until you recognize that there is only that, only love is, appearing as all of that, as my life there.

And as you surrender thought, as you surrender back into this oneness, this singleness, it's like going from double vision

to the singular power. Everything aligns. Everything begins moving, shifting, changing, reflecting,

me. Surrender does not mean you turning to me and saying,

take this please. It's a silence in which I take you, in which I show you there is no you,

or that. There is none of that.

There is nothing to fear.

That is the temptation.

There is nothing to want.

That is the temptation.

Silence is the surrender.

Silence is the love.

When you are silent, love is.

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