"A rose by any other name still smells as sweet." William Shakespeare
Why do we continue to kill each other over a name, or a manifestation of Holiness? Is light really the colors of the rainbow, or is it invisible? If I whisper in the ear of one person, can the others in a room truly testify that I said nothing, simply because they didn't hear my words? Children love secrets, and they want to share this form of intimacy with all their most special people. We can all hear Holiness speaking in our ears if we keep quiet long enough, because we are all the most special.
Do you remember what it was like before you went to school and were told that you couldn't draw and color properly? When the words that you spoke didn't have to conform to a certain size and shape on paper? Do you remember when your day dreaming was welcomed by your elders because it gave them a moment's respite from your constant questions? Do you remember when you could see yourself as a hero in your head and nobody could convince you that you were not the most marvelous one in the room?
Why can't we leave each other alone enough to let each person dance in their own internal light? I can draw, even if it's only in my head. I can color, even if I still can't stay in the lines. The face I see when I think of the Spirit of Wholeness changes with my mood and the things I hear, feel, and see. In my heart I am a princess, but that doesn't mean you can't also be a princess, prince, hero, or heroine. Sometimes, we simply have to parallel play in order to get along. And, you are not the boss of me!