I am your dear God. That’s it! What did you think I was? Did you really think that I am a despot who delights in making you dance through hoops?
In one sense, there is only one choice I give you, and that is the choice to grow. Willingly or unwillingly, you will grow, and you will grow higher and higher like Iowa corn. You will grow even higher than Jack and the Beanstalk. Not even the sky is the limit. There is no limit to the heights you can climb. There simply are no limits. In other words, you are limitless.
This is a wonderful thing, yet you fear it. You may protest the ground that you walk on, yet you don’t want to let go of it. What do you think I would say to you?
I say to you: Kiss the Earth beneath your feet…
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