The Celestial Choir sings as frankincense burns.
I bid you welcome.
I am The Greeter at the Table.
The table is infinitely long and your seat has been held for you for lifetimes. It is yours.
The goblet, passed from hand to hand is everlasting, always full. The liquid is nourishing, yet no drop passes your lips.
Sit. Look around you. See who is here. Lean forward and look down the table. Is that Jesus? Is it Buddha? Who holds your heart? Whom do you seek?
Together, the Illumined sit here. There is much laughter. And deep and abiding bliss.
You sit in the company of those who will steer you; who will take your hand and lead you. It is your time. You have earned this seat at the table. Everyone is here for you. And right now, only you.
Soon, you will become accustomed to the conversation, the drink, the laughter, and the brilliance. At that time, you will seek others to join you at the table, and will reach out to offer a helping hand.
You will become a Greeter. I know you will. Helping those new to the table to feel comfortable,
with the luminosity of sitting with Divinity.
Letters to the Universe 