The Wizard of Oz is one of my favorite movies. I could watch it every day and twice on Sundays. There’s just a lot of symbolism in it, and of course, it’s a great movies for the innocents.
There’s a belief that there’s no place like home…home is safe…home is the hearth of creativity and healing, of patriotism and honor.
Well, just as the Wizard of Oz is fantasy, it would seem that the belief that there’s no place like home could be a fantasy too. Anyone who has been witness to the goings-on in our beautiful America (my home), would not disagree. There is no little man behind the curtain to hand out a heart, or a brain, or courage.
We are being beckoned by something greater than ourselves to rise up, to wake up from our dream state and to witness the heralding of a newer, bolder, wiser, more loving, more courageous beingness. No, I don’t mean more tolerant — that hasn’t worked, has it? No, I don’t mean more compassionate, we are already inherently compassionate beings.
I mean being in the place of spirit where Love, Truth and Life become the design and control of who we are. We are the expression of God in action. We are Human, but we are also Being.
Because of our humanness, we can be fooled once. But because of our Beingness, we now know that the ruse is up and we got game. America is my home. And there is no place like America. She needs us now. You in?
When you make the decision, there’s no need to click those ruby red slippers to know that you’re home. You know it by every breath you take.