Sometimes knowing you have a choice isn’t obvious. Sort of, “What, I can choose?”
I do not read the newspapers, nor watch the news.
I choose my reality.
I sometimes imagine myself in a place of turmoil like Jerusalem. I stand there, eyes closed, with ripples of “illumination” going out from me, as if a pebble were tossed in a pond. Every second, going out hundreds of miles.
Then, at the same time, I picture myself in the center of China, doing the same.
Then, I add standing in the center of South America, and the center of Europe, and North America, and the center of Africa, and in the Middle East.
All of these are like looking at a photo album page of pictures next to each other, of me in these places, living pictures.
Each of my “me’s” beaming this “illumination” – illumination for better choices of the people there.
I do this for about 20 seconds. Earth and the people of earth feel this, I know.
Perhaps you’d like to beam illumination, like a “softening,” to some places, too.
It can only make things better.