Please help me welcome the two new members that joined our community today. @Tom Peracchio and @Jill Hart Please take a moment to introduce yourself to the community. Who you are? What you do and why you decided to join the community.

Recently @Rasheed Hooda shared a challenge for members to "Get Premium level for life by being an active member" (CLICK HERE To see the article). First off I want to say congratulations @Shawn Ziem, @Stefan Bösebeck, @Rena Nicole, @Lisa Black, @Christina Brady, @Katinka van Kan, @Guy Bandy, @Abe Bray, @Rebecca Bautista, @Tarek Badr, @Krista Melanson, @Caroline Fransz, @Krista Brea, @James McDonald, @James Bansbach, @Harold Faulkner, @Georgiana D, @Val Vosburg, @Angel Conway, @Joshua Tennefrancia, @Mitchell Allen, @Mark Lawrence - Your all doing great! I wonder what each of you have that you could share with the community? An insight? An idea? Or maybe just a kind word to encourage others in the community? You might be surprised how sharing from your heart comes back to benefit you in the long run!

I'm planning on relaunching my book on Amazon with a new cover. Here is the new cover I am planning on going with. Do you feel that it represents the Embrace Your Inner Weirdo vibe?

Welcome @Zainoneesa Isaacs Please go through the Pivot Permission Slip in the Classroom and introduce yourself to the community.

There came a moment beyond time—beyond calendars, empires, doctrines, and stone temples—when the soul once known as Jesus of Nazareth stood at the edge of eternity and listened to the prayers of the world rise like smoke from countless fires. For centuries, people had spoken his name in whispers and wars, in songs and sorrow, in cathedrals and hospital rooms, on battlefields and deathbeds. Some cried out for salvation. Some cried out for miracles. Some cried out because they were lonely and needed someone to hold their suffering with them for one more night. And through it all, he loved them. He loved them with a tenderness so vast it could cradle oceans. But there was also a grief inside him few could understand. Because somewhere along the way, humanity had mistaken the finger for the moon. They had clung to the image and forgotten the doorway. They had worshipped the messenger and overlooked the living presence that breathed inside themselves, inside one another, inside every tree, river, star, and trembling human heart. And so the man the world called Jesus stood in the great silence beyond form and whispered to the Creator: “They still search for me as though I were separate from them.” And the Creator answered not with thunder, but with warmth. A remembering. A feeling like sunlight returning after a thousand winters. “You came,” said the Voice, “not to be worshipped… but to remind them what they are.” And suddenly he understood why his soul had chosen the burden it had carried. Not to become an idol. Not to remain suspended forever upon the cross of human expectation. But to become a mirror so humanity could one day see itself clearly. He saw then how every misunderstanding had served a deeper awakening. Even the distortion had purpose. Even the centuries of longing contained seeds of return. Humanity had needed time. Needed heartbreak. Needed separation long enough to finally hunger for union again. And as he looked upon Earth, he no longer saw billions of disconnected people.