Yet a book was forming…

….so I wrote and wrote. Some sections brought on one or two sentences, some five or six. It was however it touched me at that Moment.

Some lines showed themselves often, having me come back and read and digest. Some lines stayed hidden from me, having me passing them by with an interpretation until later. When sitting and connecting, the lines would be clear and almost obvious, some would seem deep and I was not ready to properly connect.

Months passed and the lines were being whittled away. Focus on the XXM and random writings would be tossed back and forth by my higher self. Weeks would pass and not many lines would reveal themselves. Then some days many would be illuminated in a day, you just never knew, but I allowed Trust to rule and the guidance from my connection.

As I showed people what I was writing, interest and curiosity grew. The words, simple and concise, began to unravel the mystery of this ancient text. The Xin Xin Ming, written in the 600s, was now being related to the 2020s. All of our preferences, comparisons, attachments, and stresses were becoming clear. How we gave the Moment away. How our Nows were being taken over by all of the extra stimuli meant to take us away from our higher self and our ability to BE. The Xin Xin Ming, written in the 600s, was now becoming the perfect guide on how to live free today, how you could live in your Now and have every Moment be connected with your true self.