Seeds of great accomplishment

It's often from a sense of discontent, feelings of incompleteness, or even a twinge of true unhappiness, Laurel, that the seeds of great accomplishment are sown.

Can I have a "Whoohooo!"?
The Universe

And can I please borrow your new, faster, fancier, lighter laptop, Laurel?

We one...

I'll love you no matter which path you choose, Laurel, and more, I'll be there ahead of you.

We one,
The Universe

So choose based upon your own happiness, Laurel, that's how I do it.

When someone behaves poorly

When someone behaves poorly, Laurel, it's always because they've forgotten how powerful they really are, how beautiful life is, and how much they're loved.

Always,
The Universe

You know, the entire gamut, Laurel, wearing stripes and plaid, writing "alot" as if it were a word, and manifesting the wrong thing, in front of the wrong person, at the wrong time.

Go for easy

You can change a great many things, Laurel. Or you can change.

Same-same,
The Universe

Go for easy, Laurel.

Even now.....

Even now, Laurel, as so many dreams of yours are in the midst of coming true, perhaps remember that I have dreamed even BIGGER and BETTER for you than you can now comprehend.

And my thoughts become things, too -
The Universe


Even now, Laurel, as so many dreams of yours are in the midst of coming true....

There comes a time

There comes a time, Laurel, in every life, when the valiant choice is made to take a courageous stand for oneself, in spite of consequences, against those who have behaved irresponsibly. And this is good.

Sometime afterwards, it ultimately dawns on all, however, that what they might be most concerned with are their own responsibilities. And this is trebly good.

Roll over Beethoven, hit me Amadeus, let's waltz Matilda -
The Universe


Hallelujah, Laurel, the winds are blowing.

B-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z...

At first, Laurel, we thought it would be really cool if only your "positive" thoughts became the things and events of your life.

But then we couldn't think of any things or events that wouldn't eventually be considered "positive," so we decided to just leave you "turned on" all the time.

B-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z...
The Universe

Not that you can't choose what you think, Laurel. You can and you do.

Everyone is one.

Actually, Laurel, it's not that we don't have celebrities here. Everyone is one.

Yet still, all eyes are upon the stars now learning that their thoughts become things.

That's you, Rock Star -
The Universe

Laurel, you're a legend to us many times over for all you've already brought to life... and for that "crazy" band of ten thousand angels that follows you everywhere...

Insisting on details..........

There's always more than one right answer, path, possibility, nuance, or flavor - so insist upon none.

Insisting on details, Laurel, always limits you.

Purple Moonbeam Chocolate, please -
The Universe

Coyote Ocean Cofferine? Double Chunky Banilla? Stop me, Laurel... Desert Cactus Crunch?

How you feel

How you feel, Laurel, is more important than anything else.

And this is something you get to choose, moment by moment.

Supercoolhappy works for me,
The Universe


How you feel, Laurel, is more important than anything else.

And it so is.

There's only one reason I can think of, Laurel, that an infinitely powerful, all-knowing, fun-loving, eternal gladiator of the Universe would ever choose to be born into a little human body, with stub-able toes, adrift in time, immersed in space, cloaked in mystery:

There'd have to be much more to what was going on than mere mortal eyes could behold, and it would have to be really, really, really, really, really beautiful.

And it so is.

You'll "see,"
The Universe

Love it all, Laurel, before it's just a really, really, really, really, really beautiful memory.

When was the last time?

When was the last time you pleasantly surprised or even shocked someone, Laurel, and remained anonymous?

Well, it just may be the most fun one can have in time and space.

Let's play,
The Universe


And the dividends, Laurel, are out of this world.

Imagine it changed...

After all these years, can you believe most people still think time is real, space is cold, and matter is solid?

If there's anything you want to change in your experience, Laurel, imagine it changed.

Real this,
The Universe

Actually, it hasn't really been that long, Laurel... "years..." Did you catch that?

Happy Birthday

Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu,
Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu,
Happy Birrrrthday Dear Laurel,
Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu!

A few years back, not so long ago, heaven and earth erupted into a major celebration with the news of your impending adventure into this very time and space. You see, someone like Laurel Stone doesn't come along all that often. In fact, there's never been a single one like you, nor is there ever ANY possibility that another will come again. You're an Angel among us. Someone, whose eyes see what no others will EVER see, whose ears hear what no others will EVER hear, and whose perspective and feelings will NEVER, ever be duplicated. Without YOU, the Universe, and ALL THAT IS, would be sadly less than it is.

Quite simply:

You're the kind of person, Laurel,
Who's hard to forget,
A one-in-a-million
To the people you've met.
Your friends are as varied
As the places you go,
And they all want to tell you
In case you don't know:
That you make a big difference
In the lives that you touch,
By taking so little
And giving so much!

Laurel, you are so AWESOME! For your birthday, friends and angels from every corner of the Universe, including buddies you didn't know you had, will be with you to wish you the HAPPIEST of days and an exciting new year in time and space. You won't be alone!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Laurel!

Mike Dooley
Orlando, Florida, USA

PS - Laurel, this is going to be YOUR year!!

© TUT ®

There is a reason

Think of the one area of life that brings you the most discomfort, Laurel, and that's where you're ripe for growth.

Never fails,
The Universe

There is a reason for every season, Laurel.

Winning is inevitable

For the one who continues, Laurel, failure becomes impossible.

Phew!
The Universe

And winning, Laurel, becomes inevitable.

Progress...

Are you ready to consider that what you used to consider is now inconsiderable, Laurel?

Like that you're as loved for your fears as you are for your courage.

That's progress,
The Universe

I hereby consider you enlightened, Laurel. Not that I didn't before.

No challenges are too big

The reason for all challenges, Laurel, is so that you can finally learn that none are bigger than you.

Winner,
The Universe


None. Ever. You are destined for greatness, Laurel.

Oh, we are so close...

If people could only glimpse the unimaginable depth of the great love they were born of and to which they'll swiftly return, Laurel, and they realized that their choice to be "here" was made from the zenith of their own intergalactic brilliance, and they understood how much more their lives have made possible for others who will follow, I do believe they'd cut themselves a bit more slack, smell more flowers, and hold more hands.

Thanks Mom,
The Universe

Actually, Laurel, people can glimpse this and many do smell more flowers and hold more hands... oh, we are so close.

The most to overcome..

The very most anyone ever has to overcome, Laurel, is today.

Which is actually the "height limit" on all metaphorical lions, tigers and bears.

Double GRR-R-R-R-R...,
The Universe



Not that any given day, Laurel, isn't also the very best anyone could ever hope to receive.

When looking back

Ever wonder, Laurel, when looking back at your life, why it's easier to remember the good than the bad, the pleasant than the unpleasant, the laughs than the cries?

It's simply because there's always a lot more of the former.

In every life.

Mega more,
The Universe

Be honest, Laurel, you'll see, and have a laugh. I mean, another laugh.

Some people are happiest

Some people are happiest, Laurel, when they have something to be unhappy about.

Let 'em have it.

Not you,
The Universe

Of course, Laurel, they could be even happier, such is the art of life.

Billions of Bubbles

It's like every single life is being played out inside its own tiny, little bubble, Laurel. Floating effortlessly in the wind, alongside billions and billions of other bubbles.

Yet interestingly enough, while it's quite easy to peer inside other bubbles and notice what is or is not happening there, what they do and do not have, comparing to the point of envy or gloating, it's equally easy to notice, though so few do, that all of the bubbles are floating home, where everyone is equally worthy, important, and celebrated.

xxoo,
The Universe

I like that one, Laurel. And I love you.