13. Those who believe in me are my mother and brothers

In few of the rituals, I feel I was too daring… I got few feedbacks telling me this…

Today, I am stepping that threshold that we placed around us… and dare to discuss a new ritual…

Lately, I started to research about the concept of “Believing”… specially believing in us… I guess that believing in us is the second virtue that is introduced to humanity…

Till recently, I thought love was the power that flows from nowhere to everywhere… but reality is that believing is the light of that power….

In an earlier ritual, I spoke about a hero who is not a hero anymore… war is over and all heroes went back home…. But most of these heroes are still lost souls…

Those heroes did not finish fighting their battle… their final fight ... which no matter how heroic they are … yet they fear that last battle…

The last frontier they have to reach, the last no-man-land they have to walk…

That last line is to face bravely their own dreams and own selves…

This night I had a dream… in this dream I was having dinner with friends, then another group of people came in, and one of them was an old dear friend from work. Someone who I looked high at…

In real life this person has everything that makes me proud to be his friend…we worked together as a team, and always together…

So in my dream I jumped when I saw him, we hugged and took him to introduce him to my friends… I introduced him saying here is my friend from old days, he is the bravest, noblest, and one of the smartest people I have ever met and worked with.

Then we all sat together and started to tell everyone about our adventures together…

He was so embarrassed, he is a very shy person, and very humble, so practically he was blushed (I think he would be even in real life too).

When I stopped and started to breathe again… he looked at me and said… I do know that I did a lot of things as she is saying… but I could not do any of these daring acts as she says, unless I knew she was next to me… supporting me to the last second… and sometimes I still wonder if I could ever have done them without her being there…

I woke up and still wondering about this dream…

This friend really believed in me, we went together through hard times, times when I had to take decisions and actions, that today I look back at and still feel scared to take them…

Now I started to think that as much as we need to believe in God, we need to make Him believe in us, for our deeds reflect our belief in Him, not our thoughts and words… and we will only start doing when we believe in ourselves…

When I was praying … when the prayer was answered, I felt Him looking at me believing in me… and whispering in my ears… you can do it… go for it…

I think I have reached my final frontier, and I can say… war is over for me, and am back to my family… for those who believe in me are my mother and brothers… they are my family… and we are part of this family which we choose its members …