The Sandbox of Time

Heaven becomes real when it touches earth. After remembering the I AM from crown to root, we bring it into the sandbox of daily life. Here, the past is sand, conflict is an alarm, and play is how we build new worlds.

The past is not a place you travel to with regret as company.

It is a library, not a prison. A field of information, not a sentence of guilt.

To revisit the past is not to wish it different, it could not have unfolded any other way.

Every page, every turn, was written by the consciousness you carried then.

Emotions are not punishments; they are messengers.

They reveal how our inner software is processing the present moment.

They show us where we resonate and where we resist.

Conflict, then, is not an enemy.

It is an alarm.

A signal that something, or someone, is out of harmonic alignment.

We no longer need to fight.

We no longer need to shrink or perform.

We can simply gather up our sandbox and move,

not in bitterness, but in solitude, until resonance calls us home again.

When it does, we recognize it by the harmony in our bodies,

by the peace in our breath,

by the knowing: this is safe, this is true, this is aligned.

And in that remembering, we stop waging war with the past.

We start playing with presence.

We build new worlds in the sand.

We don’t need to be chosen when we remember we already are. The sandbox is not a battlefield but a field of play. And when we root presence into every grain of time, heaven on earth is no longer an idea, it’s here.

Meet me on the invisible playground and let’s make it real and root it here and now.