She writes about how we’re a chorus of one. One voice through multiple mouths, and that voice is love. She knows how to hit the right notes in her books, this is for certain, judging by her large following. Like swarming insects they are attracted to buzzwords. She knows them all and has created a few.
We are attracted to those who speak our broken language. The crack keeps us divided and apart from the whole of who we are. The chasm floor within that divide is littered with words that exemplify aspects of wholeness. Words, dead words, dropped into the crack to lure us to it.
Anything we lasso from wholeness to drag over to our personhood falls into the crack. It dies when it hits bottom and we hear its echo. Its echo mixes with the other dead echoes of Truth other people have dragged into the crack, and we think that is a chorus of one. Now that we’ve heard it we say we are a part of that chorus.
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The speaker should only speak with authority when she is the author. She can only be the author when she understands who she is. And you can only understand who she is when you understand who you are. Then you’re both on the same page. In harmony. No longer speaking buzz words about singing, but actually singing, which requires simultaneous listening and vocalizing. That is right relationship.
And that is what is meant by the chorus of one: listening, communicating; giving, receiving, at once. There is a meticulousness to singing as one and a beauty, which is the art of relating.
Oneness is not one voice in all bodies. Oneness is one song in multiple parts, in infinite harmonies.
Oneness is not one-sided.