I have been thinking about and observing for some time now how much we change when we step foot on a spiritual path. These changes occur even if we do not overtly acknowledge the spiritual nature of our work. The volunteer at the animal shelter who has offered up their space of time and energy to sacred creatures is doing the work of Spirit. The person who stops to help another pick up papers that have scattered is doing the work of the Divine. The parent who offers their heart and home to a foster child is walking a path of the Higher Self. And, because of all of these seemingly mundane and small changes, things are different for those they impact and for themselves.
I have also sat and silently observed those who choose not to reach out in a giving way. Their general demeanor is one that is contractive in expression and the rigidity that they exude seems to stifle even their own breath of inhale and exhale. They most often do not see a broader picture and the connections that they forge are strained and impersonal at best. Each day seems to bring more of the sameness and in that stagnant sameness there is very little space for change. There is no time nor space for the Divine and their actions and the word they create for themselves clearly shows the lack of reverence.
I have expressed both ends of those spectrums. My “me” stage was forged as a defense mechanism because of feeling inadequate and my natural response to being categorized by others that way was to be hard and brittle, never showing weakness or vulnerability. Fortunately, this phase was not a lasting one and as I loosened the defenses a bit and dropped the shields I saw the possibilities held in choosing to live a spiritually rich life.
As I think back on those changes, there is no clearly defining moment that I can point to as being the pivotal awakening. Each step was dynamic in its own way and soon the choices I made, the way in which I expressed my spiritual nature and the expansiveness of that expression were given no more thought than that given to remembering to breathe. And, because of this- Things Are Different!…
Because I have chosen to remain awake in the process of life, Things Are Different!
Because I have chosen to lead, knowing I will make my own mistakes, rather than follow another’s, Things Are Different!
Because I love deeply and am loved, Things Are Different!
Because I ask questions whose answers lead to deeper queries, Things Are Different!
Because I am empowered by what cannot be seen and shape my own course from its energy, Things Are Different!
Because I remain open to change and welcome the possibilities, Things Are Different!
Because I listen to the wisdom of the silence and direct the power of my words with care, Things Are Different!
Because I hold the attitude of gratitude even in loss, Things Are Different!
Because I strive each day to be a better person than I was the day before, Things Are Different!
Because even though I fear change I will let its hand guide me, Things Are Different!
Because I am strong and not afraid to share that strength, Things Are Different!
Because I have silently observed great pain transformed by the grace of perseverance, Things Are Different!
Because I am not ashamed to weep at the feet of the Divine, Things Are Different!
Because I hunger for knowledge and freely give of what has become personal wisdom, Things Are Different!
Because I continue to drink freely from the well of creative inspiration that is Divinely offered, Things Are Different!
Because I have purposefully allowed others to see my vulnerability, Things Are Different!
Because I am a seeker on a path whose beauty is blinding in its simplicity, Things Are Different!
Because I have chosen to create my own successes, Things Are Different!
Because I choose to accept my failures, Things Are Different!
Because I have given oath to walk a path of service, Things Are Different!
Because I live my spiritual truths 24/7-365 days a year, Things Are Different!
Because I push the boundaries without hesitation, Things Are Different!
Because I have felt the joyous surrender of giving myself completely in the ecstasy of music’s embrace, Things Are Different!
Because I am a catalyst, Things Are Different!
Because I offer up devotion to my Gods through the strivings of my own humanity Things Are Different!
Because my life is filled with the magick of knowing there is More to Be-Come – I Am Different!
The Magickal Pen 
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