A woman walked by a house.  It was pleasant and comfortable.  She walked in and saw a cozy room with a fire. The view was limited and the yard was tight, but it was convenient.  “This will do.” she smiled.  So, she stayed and stopped her journey.

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A second woman strode by.  She saw the first house – agreeable and cute, but she continued on to the next one. It was more grand than the first from the outside. And the inside bore its proof.

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It had a large foyer, a grand piano, and a winding stair case.  The view was improved from the first house and the yard was large.  She felt a little smarter than the other woman having chosen this more spacious house. So, she stayed and stopped her journey.

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A third woman passed by.  She saw the first house with its pretty shutters and small view. The first woman invited her in, but more curious than comfortable, she continued on.

Next she saw the large house with its fancy porches and higher view. The second woman encouraged her to join her. The rooms of this house promised luxury and benefits.

More curious than satisfied, the third woman was drawn to a third house at the end of the street.

It was sturdy, fresh and clean.  From the front, it looked plain and humble. However a sign hung  that read, “Home Sweet Home”.  Intrigued, the third woman began toward this house.

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Both the first and the second woman were concerned as she moved towards the third house. “Do not go there!  Look at it. It is far too simple.  There are no shutters or beautiful porch. The inside will be just as plain.  You will regret it. You will see.”

However, the third woman – more curious than fearful – approached the third house.  The first two women laughed and went into their houses to go about their business.

Using the Master Key, she cracked open the door. It opened to a long hall that continued back for over 150 feet. It appeared simple. A few others had been curious like her and opened the front door, but they saw little and turned away.

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More curious than she was discouraged, she continued through the long hall. At the back there was another door. She opened it.  In there was a massive library – books on every subject possible.  “Stay here”, she thought, “and I can learn everything there is to know about the world. I will be educated and independent.”

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But more curious than she was convinced, she continued through the library.

At the end of the library, she found another door. Behind this door was a vast and spacious marbled area.  Many great philosophers roamed the area.

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“Stay here”, she thought, “and I will know the secrets of the Universe.”

But more curious than she was important, she continued through the colossal and tremendous marbled room.

After traveling for what seemed a full day, she got to the end of the white, marbled expanse. No door this time – it just  dropped off.

She hung her toes off the ledge.  Before her was just space. There were no floor, no ceiling, no walls.

A man was floating in the space, he invited her to step out into his waiting hand.

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More curious than she was frightened, she placed her foot onto the man’s outreached palm.  In the space she could understand knowledge greater than could be found in the books of the library, and mysteries grander than she could acquire in the marbled room.

An unexplainable object floated nearby. Touching the object gave her an instant recognition of something she had once before known – like being home again.

Unaware that the man had let go, she closed her eyes and began to float.  She no longer felt her body. No longer did she think of the houses, or the library or the marble room.

There was only her.

She was aware of only herself – Her True Self.

The soul that is unique – Her Soul.

The soul that was created with a grand purpose behind it.  The purpose that is uniquely hers alone.

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Bathing her cells in the memory of her true identity. She was finally home.

This was worth the journey.

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