Is it just a part of being human that we think we should change the world somehow?  That my little speck of protoplasm on the huge globe circling the middle-sized sun on the edge of a small galaxy in the universe could shift all consciousness?  Or is that the pablum of ersatz-spirituality?  Or maybe it is the story that the channeled entities give us.

Or am I to live fully, open, true and singular as a leaf on a tree?  I asked one today.  She was shiney and yellow, fallen beneath her family of origin, still supple and rich with firmness and color.  How can you be you so well in the face of so many other leaves and trees?

“Other leaves and trees?  Why should they bother me?  I have so much fun being me.”
“Being you?”
“Being me.  I had lots of giggles as a tiny bud pushing out of what looked like a rigid bare wood branch.  Then unfolding was fabulous this year.  It was really really hot and I matured fast and furious–what a thrill!  After a tremendous ride through the air, I’m enjoying the rest here on the cozy comfortable earth.  I’ll be sleeping soon and thoroughly releasing myself to Gaia.  Being me is an amazing adventure.  What about you?”

I’m stunned.  What about me.