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Infinite abundance

The plants in my front yard are having a hard time. It hasn't rained for quite a few weeks now and they're looking a little bit worse for wear. The grass is getting a golden tinge, and needs to be watered. 

At the edge of my house there is a tap. The tap has so much unlimited supply of water that the plants would be inundated with water if they knew how to access the tap.

How is this like me?
How is this like my experience?

What is in close proximity to me that is so extremely abundant? How can I identify that infinite abundance and bring it into my life? When I do work out how to access it, I realise that my experience of life will change so dramatically. I’m excited by the potential, and I feel the anticipation growing like a breeze, building into a storm of immense power and intensity.

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