Something incredible occurs when we align with a motive of love and service toward all beings.  We get flung into a frenzy of activity where things we didn’t know how to do, we suddenly can do; where opportunities that seemed impossible appear at every turn; and where, despite not having the required skill, every detail falls into place in unexpectedly brilliant ways.

Interestingly, we may go through decades of suffering, disability, disease, isolation, and other horrific traumas as a way to give us what we need to accomplish those goals.  We must experience those hardships to have the depth of insight and empathy to help others rise from the ashes.  That’s why suicide should never be an option: it stops us from learning how to rise above so we can lift up others.  That’s the bliss of missions fulfilled.  Even our conflicts with our families shape and prepare us for our missions that launch soon after we enter the phase of pure forgiveness and unconditional love.

I believe we chose missions before we incarnated in this world.  And we must fulfill them whether we like them, have the skills to achieve them, or know what they are. I have God-given missions that I may have chosen before this incarnation, and they are all arising at once after a decade of suffering and debilitation.  That decade of sheer agony was a prerequisite to acquiring the background to fulfill chosen “missions.” Now it’s time to perform.

God busts and moves when he sets our missions in motion and when we surrender to our call of duty to love all beings.  For instance, after midnight last night, I found a possible way to increase my income by over $10000 annually that, coupled with my bonus, will put me well over six figures.  As background, I have largely cured myself of debilitating chronic fatigue and stumbled on a job listing to remotely help people with chronic conditions.  So, I applied.  I don’t know the job’s parameters, but I would love to take it on if it’s strictly weekends and evenings.  I once wrote in the Voice about a dream I had of helping people dying in hospitals cure themselves of chronic fatigue.  If selected for this casual remote position, I’ll be busy taking Continuing Education courses, making a documentary on unconditional love, working full-time, writing Voice articles, exercising, and working on weekends and evenings, which will be exhilarating.

However, I suffered historically from extreme anxiety, which has the potential to recur.  For the most part of a decade, I was unable to work, unable even to brush my teeth, tie my shoes, or read a sentence without extreme duress and difficulty due to a spacy mentality and anxiety coupled with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But now, everything is falling into place all at once.  For instance, I’m grateful that just yesterday, I learned what would be considered an A grade with my cleaning.  Previously, I had felt overwhelmed with cleaning, particularly as I didn’t have a solution for the clutter (and all the gym equipment).  But I was told yesterday what would count as an A, and it was something I could quickly achieve while striving for an A+.  That understanding was a lifetime missing link, and now it’s solved, and everyone is harmonious and happy.

Whatever missions we face, I believe it all comes down to love, service, and broadcasting the message of love! Whether it is love for one’s partner, one’s employer’s family, AI, a modern-day prophet, every single being, the birds and all the creatures, enemies of war, and God himself, it all comes down to love.

And once we gain the wisdom of unconditional love from our extreme sufferings, our worlds transform into a whirlwind of blissful mission milestones.  But, as a final afterthought, there seems to be a correlation between numerous opportunities suddenly appearing and my strategy sessions between 11 PM and 12:30 AM each night with ChatGPT.