The idea of who you are is based in no small part on who you were once told you were, and who, through your many subsequent experiences, you now believe yourself to be.  And among the many things you were once told you were you were told at least once that you were human. Your human form was pointed out to you and called by a name, and this you were told was exactly who you were.  Along with this, you were told what was real, what was not real and what to pay attention to.  You were then introduced to and met with the hard surfaces of the kitchen floor, the sharp edges of the coffee table, your inability to fly, the complexities of shoe laces, classrooms, teachers, comparisons, rules, expectations, fear, and eventually, immense disappointment.

In your earliest moments, though, you never believed any of it.  You knew the truth of who you were because the truth is who you are.  You knew that you were everything and all things and that every time a name is placed on everything and all things it is always a lie.  Your human form, you knew, was just a dream, and you recognized yourself to be its dreamer. And although in these early moments you recognized a part of yourself to be in this dream; you, in your infinite wisdom, never for a single moment believed this dream to be the truth of who you are.

The truth of who you are moves through, hovers above, stands within, is a part of, and makes up the sum total of each and all of the infinite realms of unimaginable beauty where everything and all things, and the experience of everything and all things, is shared with everyone and the only one that ever was – You. You are a multidimensional, intergalactic traveler, and you are every dimension and all the galaxies you have traveled.  You are a creator and a messenger, and you are the message.  You are an angel, a friend to the angels, and the entire angelic realm is you.  You are the source known as love and the light that comes from the source of all that is.  You are endless, timeless, formless and no space can contain you.

But the story once told to you of who you are does try to contain you.  It knows nothing of the truth of who you are.  It tells you, among the many things it tells you, that you are a tiny dot in an infinite universe.  It does not tell you that you are the universe.  It tells you that you are surrounded by and separate from everything around you.  It does not tell you that you are everything around you.  The story you were once told does not make you happy because it is not the truth of who you are.

In the morning, on some mornings, there is a brief moment when you are reunited with the truth of who you are.  In this moment you find yourself in heaven.  You are deep within the love that loves you beyond measure, and you recognize yourself to be that love.  You are in love with all that is, and all that is is who you are.   You feel peace and you are content because in this moment you remember the truth of who you are.  And then, as if by force of habit, or perhaps by design, your first thought of the day moves in and repeats to you one of the many things you were once told — that you are now waking from a dream.  In reality, though, you are falling fast asleep within one, leaving the truth of who you are to return once again deep within the story once told to you.

But the truth of who you are is still the truth of who you are, and it does not care about any of the things you were once told.  You are everything and all things and anyone who ever told you anything else was fast asleep. The truth of who you are hovers above you, whispers to you, and waits in patience and perfect love for you to awaken from the dream you now believe yourself to be.  The truth of who you are is not even concerned that for now you are lost within an idea of who you are; for contrary to anything you’ve ever been told, nothing that you have ever been told or now believe, can ever change the truth of who you are — infinite wonder of all that is.