“The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they're gone.” George Eliot

I write all the time about the power within us, and how we direct our lives through the river of life. I don’t write very often about the power around us, and the metaphysical. How often in times when you needed it most, did you feel the hand of an angel upon you face? Or that someone or something is watching over you and that something emanates a love that is so powerful, we often turn away because our spirits recognize that purity, and it makes us remember that we have told ourselves we are separate from it. Those times, when you realize the universe is a far bigger place than you, that you are a piece of a far grander mosaic than you can possibly comprehend. Humanity as a whole, believes less and less in the power outside of us, and more and more in the infinite power within us. It is not wrong, it is not incorrect, and perhaps it’s just humanity going through a new stage of evolution in spirituality. Human beings have been so wrapped in their own dogmatism for the last hundreds of years – that we almost have become profane about an infinite power that might be grander than us. I include myself in this however my profanity is usually directed towards those with an advanced case of ignorance and close mindedness about the subject I’m speaking of.

In a world where fulfillment can be bought, sold and replaced quickly via the internet, the phone, and a time is thought of very little. I wanted to remind people, that we do live in a world where magic is everywhere, angels do watch over us and time is in fact forever, but in this lifetime time is short. And even though we may feel as though we are on the Un-Merry-Go-Round of life, this life no matter what is a gift, your time here to do something with it is limited, be it love, adventure, exploration or advancement. We get to chose, please just chose to remember not to let one moment pass you buy where you might decide that it isn’t a Un-Merry-Go-Round – it’s your way home.