11/16/2025
This is so cute.
From Mystic Richness with Cheryl Page
[on Substack- I get email notice from my free follow]
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This “recipe” came through in a Quantum Reading I did recently, and I just had to share. What follows is a gentle, alchemical reminder of how to stir Light back into being whenever life gets in the way and you begin to forget.
The Recipe: “Becoming Light Again”
Ingredients:
• 1 part Stillness (harvested from the space between your thoughts)
• 2 generous cups of Imagination (untainted by logic)
• A pinch of Longing (only enough to remind you that you come from more)
• Several drops of Laughter (the quantum kind, that shifts realities)
• Your favorite memory of Joy, simmered slowly
• And lastly: a splash of Mystery (never measured)
Instructions:
In the silence of your heart, stir Stillness and Imagination until they blend into vision.
Add Longing gently. Let it dissolve — it’s only there to open the sacred ache that leads home.
Pour in Laughter. Let it bubble. This is the signal that the recipe is alive.
Drop in your Joy-memory. It will release its scent immediately. Breathe it in. That’s you. That’s now.
And finally, swirl in the Mystery — but do not overmix. Let it streak the mixture with starlight.
Serve in the present moment. Garnish with awe.
Consume with your full attention.
Repeat as needed, whenever you feel yourself forgetting.
Reminder: everything tastes better the next day — so save some leftovers for tomorrow, too!
When we remember the Light, we’re not escaping the world — we’re re-enchanting it.
Each act of stillness, laughter, or longing becomes a doorway through which Spirit can reach us, reminding us that illumination isn’t something to chase, but something to reclaim.
We were made to rise — right here, in this great cooking school called Life.
This is the quiet, alchemical work of the modern mystic: to live as both star and soil, human and soul, bread and baker — to hold the ache and the awe in the same breath — and to remember, again and again, that returning to Light is our birthright.
Trust the process, my friends. Those in Spirit are not gone; they’re just a bit blurry in this light.
Keep the flame low, the laughter high, your heart open — and grab your apron!
And remember: dinner with the Divine is always potluck.
Cheryl A. Page
P.S. The word potluck first appeared in English around 1590, from the phrase “the luck of the pot.” It referred to the chance meal a visitor might receive — whatever was already simmering in the household pot when they arrived unannounced.
In that original sense, a guest’s dinner was a matter of luck — the host shared what they had, and your “luck” was in the timing.
Potluck began as an act of trust and hospitality and grew into a symbol of community and shared abundance — each of us bringing what we have: laughter, longing, imagination, light — and somehow, Spirit makes it into a feast.
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