The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself.

Carl Sagan

I posted this on January 4th. On January 6th, I attended Sunday mass at Jubilee in downtown Asheville, and in the first sync of 2019, the choir sang the Disney classic “When You Wish Upon a Star” written by Leigh Harline and Ned Washington for Walt Disney's 1940 carton adaptation of Pinocchio. I was blown away by these lyrics, composed decades before Abraham/Hicks:

When you wish upon a star

Makes no difference who you are

Anything your heart desires will come to you.

If your heart is in your dream

No request is too extreme

When you wish upon a star

As dreamers do.

Like a bolt out of the blue

Fate steps in and sees you through

When you wish upon a star

Your dreams come true.

So if we are made of “star-stuff” then how does it feel to think of yourself as the way the Universe/God/Source knows and experiences itself? Remember, no request is too extreme.