We all have a personal library with us at all times. This library holds all of our experiences. The wealth of the library is within the pages of each of our books, for they reveal how we chose to relate to our experiences, and they illustrate in vivid detail whether we held the experience close to our heart, or whether we choose to close our eyes to it and push it away. All of the books, small and large, used and unused, sing out of our agonies and ectacies, our despair and triumph. At first glance, our library may seem somewhat in disarray, but with a closer look we see the perfect connection between one shelf to another, one book to another, and one page to the next.
Nothing is chaotic about the arrangement at all.
As we flip through some of the pages of the books, we also begin to see relationships, not only of people and events, but also of the earth and the sky, and the personal and impersonal. Noticeably, we also see on one page where we choose to hold on to a limiting belief, and in a book across the room where that belief came back into our lives to show us the limitations behind it. The books on our shelves go on and on with these images and stories. As we open the book we are transformed to what seems like a different time and different place, though in actuality the book displays passages which are neither time or place dependent, but what exists through all times and all places. Through multidimensional passages, the book describes the sacred moments in which we chose to bring True Love into our lives.