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What Channelling Is and Is Not

This is a quick clarifying article for myself, to be clear on what I perceive as the gift and limitations of channelling, based on my learnings from A Course in Miracles (a channelled teaching given through two American clinical and research psychologists in New York, Dr. Helen Schucman & Dr. WilliamThedford, as directed by Jesus or the Holy Spirit within).

The following explanation may seem a bit “heady” or difficult to comprehend if you have not experienced A Course in Miracles yourself, but I will not let that stop me from an attempt at sharing the wisdom and understanding with those who are interested and called to it. You may come to your own understanding a different way; one way is to do the Course yourself.

Every channel or scribe is prone to errors, but the form does not matter. What is most important is the content or message, and whether it advances us in the thinking of Love and forgiveness, to release us from error and judgement, and produce miraculous shifts in our perception that we would otherwise not have been able to do alone. That is the miracle. We are not alone.

There is a lot of skepticism, including my own, about channelled material, or those who teach and write from channelled material. I think this is a healthy skepticism for the most part. My own resistance to being a channel, or using the words that come through me when I am “channelling” a higher energy than my own, can sometimes get in the way of the illumined possibility that it is presented through me for my and/or another’s healing. Sometimes skepticism is just an elaborate defence mechanism to block the message, and delay healing.

Not all channelled material is the holy Gospel, and indeed even the “Gospels” are not without error, as they were produced by human beings who lived after the time of Jesus, and were tainted by their own perceptions and later teachings (or shall I say older teachings) that were more in line with the world’s thinking, rather than Jesus’ uncompromising message of Love. This understanding comes to me through much reading of the apocryphal Gospels, found recently from almost 2000 years ago near the time of Jesus, subsequent biblical scholarship and theory, mystical teachings of sages and saints, as well as Jesus’ own teachings through the form of A Course in Miracles.

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Very few can claim the title of perfect channel, except perhaps Jesus who walked the earth as a man and was, according to the power and timelessness of his teaching, completely identified with the Holy Spirit, God or Love. He referred to God as the Father, and was completely dependent on Him for guidance. Jesus was seen to leave his disciples and pray alone, and he also prayed to God when he healed people. He was under no illusion that he alone was the healer, as he said, “Of myself I can do nothing” (John 5:30). He also did not claim that he was the only healer, as he called his disciplines to follow his lead and perform miracles (and continues to this day), pointing all to the Kingdom of Heaven, or God within.

Having a total dependence on God or a Higher Power is not a new idea for healing. Even the secular Alcoholics Anonymous depends on it as a tenant. But how do we know that we are hearing the right Voice?

Many ask, how can we be sure we are hearing or channelling the words of God/Holy Spirit/Jesus or any other angelic apparition? Can we not deceive ourselves or be deceived by the lower mind which some call evil, lower “false” self, “wrong mind” or ego? Yes. But…

According to my understanding of and experience in doing A Course in Miracles, God gave the Holy Spirit as a communication link to all his creation that we might not lose our connection to our original Source. As human beings, the Holy Spirit uses our own minds and the language we speak, including the symbols familiar to us, to communicate these messages of Love. That is why channels all sound different according to their culture or time or intellectual ability, even though they may be channelling the same Source. Symbols are not important – they are “man-made”, but the message, the energy and the Light they represent are not. Only the messages and transmissions of Love matter.

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Further, the Holy Spirit/God/Jesus/Angels bring about a shift in perception that is not of this world. As human beings we are prone to fear, anger and unforgiveness, attack, blame, shame and guilt. This is a common problem for all human beings whether they are aware of it or not, in what some call “original sin” or unconscious guilt which resides in our minds.

However, as A Course in Miracles teaches, there is no “sin” but simply a mistake or error that occurred when we thought we separated from God but did not. Mistakes or errors require correction, not condemnation. Even if we fail temporarily, when we ask, we will receive that correction and through grace be given back to God. Our answer comes. Our job is to seek and return to our right mind, where the Holy Spirit resides, and where our memory of God resides also, so we can join with all our brothers and sisters and return to the oneness which is our true reality in Spirit/Christ/Creation. This requires trust on our part and diligence.

We find this holy place within our mind, not outside in the outer world, which is a projection of our split mind or lower consciousness. Love joins all minds as one, because we are one. This is not a concept but a sacred truth that almost all sacred texts point to, though few are without error in some form or other.

Channelling is prone to error while we are in a body, unless we are trained to reach the part of our mind that is pure Spirit, where we realize we are not a body, but are totally identified with Spirit, as Jesus demonstrated. Our images of him do not matter. Only the message matters, and that message has persisted through time in many forms, even if misunderstood…

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God/Jesus/Holy Spirit and other Ascended Masters or Beings of Light teach us through our right mind, the part of us that is always and forever holy. When we receive messages, impressions or feelings that call us to surrender our ego and see someone’s innocence with Love (“to love your neighbour as yourself”), that is the Holy Spirit doing its work within us to heal the separation and return our minds to God, to wholeness and to Love. We are really just messengers for each other to find our way back Home. Our job is to love one another, not judge. To share, not separate. We cannot do this alone. We must go together.

When I channel, my job is to let go and align myself completely (as much as possible) with my High Self/God, the truth within, and to connect to that same truth within those I am working with or thinking about (even if they are not present on the level of form). This is not an easy task and most people do not always succeed, but are simply on their way to that understanding. Each step or effort in that direction moves us closer to its realization. Time is an illusion anyway, and so we should not judge ourselves or others harshly if we temporarily fail.  Remember, we are not alone. All miracles are maximal. Something greater is at work to bring all the parts of God/Son of God/Creation back into full awareness that we are all united, and are not separate. Forgiveness is our only goal.

I know I am hearing/speaking from my Highest Self or “right mind” (the Holy Spirit/God/Love within) when the messages or energies that comes through are:

  • Loving in tone, quality or feeling
  • Peaceful and calm no matter what is happening on the outside
  • Non-judgemental (judging only ideas as true or false, not people)
  • Wholly without blame or anger
  • Beyond my own limited self-perceptions and pointing to a much larger, higher perspective which includes everyone equally
  • Fair and uncompromising in the reality that God is Love and only love, and all beings are loved equally by God without exception
  • Totally forgiving of my and others’ errors (without taking sides!) and quickly corrective and helpful in pointing the way to right thought or action
  • Transformative and enlightening, turning my mind from any heavy, fearful thoughts (errors) to a holy, loving, encouraging and light-filled Vision of Love which gives hope to myself and others (as we are all joined)
  • Healing on the mental/physical/emotional and/or spiritual level (whether we see physical evidence or not, as all healing is of the mind first, as the Course teaches).
  • Relieving of any heavy burdens I have placed upon myself, removing any guilt, and quickly turning me toward what is truly helpful, beneficial and healing for myself and others (as we are all joined)
  • Positive and life-affirming, with helpful instruction or constructive correction that result in positive effects, even if not immediate
  • Consistent and unchanging: the form of the words may change, as the world is based on the shifting illusions of time, with symbols that we have created to communicate to each other in various ways and for various purposes; but God does not change, and the content or messages of Love should be holy without change, consistent and uncompromising in their unwillingness to veer into fear or justify anger for any reason. The meaning behind the words is wholly reliable, representing a thought system of Love that is ever-present and represents truth, even while it seems to appear within a temporary illusion.

In other words, we made God in our image; but God does not make images and he is only Love. All messages that come from the Holy Spirit are symbols of God which is Love.

When I make a mistake in my channelling (attempt to reach and speak from the Holy Spirit/Love within), I recognize it by how it influences me and my emotions. When I hear correctly and listen and follow the guidance, I feel peaceful inside, happy or content, powerful even. When I listen to the shifting sands and confusing illusions of this world and think with the “wrong mind” (my lower selfish thoughts or ego which projects onto this world), I lose sleep and do not feel at peace. I am at war with myself /others or the illusions I have made. This is not real.

Only the Love of God is real. And that Love is a shared reality. Channelling is a way of reaching God or the Highest Mind, and sharing that Love and wisdom. 

Lastly, channelling or channels of God are not special. All minds are one with God, and all have unique gifts to share. However, not all of God’s channels are open or aware now. That is why God uses the Holy Spirit to reach those minds that are more open, to answer those who are still seeking, that they might be given assistance in the form that is best suited to their needs at the time. All forms are temporary.

The most important lesson is not to worry about the form that a channel or message takes or whether angels or other ascended beings are “real” or not. We are not here to argue. We are here to love. All are one in Christ/Christ-consciousness/Love or our Highest Mind/Source, regardless of our language or understanding. What is most important is not the specific words or symbols (appearances), but the message and content which comes to bring healing and forgiveness and raise us back to God, where we belong. We all come from and return to the same Source.

I hope this helps, as it has helped me clarify my own role, as a temporary channel, and not the perfect representative or only and “ultimate” truth. Those who are drawn to the messages that come through a specific channel need them. And those who are not are either not ready, or have found another way. Again, the form is not important. Only that we find our way back to God and realize we are all the same.

Amen.

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The Story of Grace

Your path is not at random nor by chance. When the mind is open and the heart longs for something more, signs appear along the way, and miracles show up at your door…

It was September. I had decided, quite last minute, to book a trip to San Fransisco to attend an unexpected international conference that my friend coaxed me into. It was the Attitudinal Healing International 40th Anniversary conference led by the beloved Dr. Gerald (Jerry) G. Jampolsky, author of “Love is Letting Go of Fear”, based on A Course in Miracles, which she knew I studied. And they were doing facilitator training, which I also felt drawn to. She had met Jerry and Diane the previous spring and felt a stirring that I should meet with them. And so, I flew to San Francisco (as I told Jerry the last night) “on a wing and a prayer”.

I met many new friends at the conference, and received my facilitator training at the same time. It was incredible. We practiced the power of love and forgiveness each day in small groups. It confirmed all I had learned in studying the Course. I found myself opening my heart to all, as the power of love permeated in the eyes of many, young and old, male and female, friend and stranger. This was God in action.

On my spare time, I walked the hills of San Fransisco, quietly reflecting on the beauty of the Precidio (an old army outpost now public recreation and conference centre) right by the Golden Gate bridge, including its majestic cypress and eucalyptus treed forests along my footpath (where monks used to walk), and the final lookout point for Alcatraz..

I kept wondering at the meaning of this trip and how it would impact my work when I returned. In truth, I wanted to have a spiritual experience that would be a definitive sign I was on the right path, so I prayed for one, or two, or three!

Just before the end of my trip, I got a text from my husband in Toronto:

“I picked up that book you were reading before you left, and it mentions a Grace cathedral in San Francisco. You should go see it.” My host at the bed and breakfast lit up and said, “Oh yes! there is a beautiful evening candlelit service tomorrow night and you can walk the labyrinth too. Definitely go!”

That was it!  The book was called The Source of Miracles by Kathleen McGowan about the Lord’s Prayer and how walking the labyrinth at Grace Cathedral led to the recovery of her dying infant son. The labyrinth is an ancient meditative device that brings the walker closer to God. Given I was all about miracles, I would walk it as well!

Then a series of events occurred which I could not have predicted. Nor did I even notice until after they coalesced at Grace cathedral…

On the last day of the conference I sat with a young man I will call Paul, as Jerry delivered his final speech to the crowd. Just then, a young baby, from one of the participants from Australia, began crawling beneath the chairs and causing a bit of a raucous for which we all laughed. Jerry, who was also celebrating his 90th and is a man of great patience and wisdom, called to have the baby brought up to the stage and began talking with her. Then he turned to the audience and said,

“When you can look see yourself in the eyes of this baby, you will have understood this work.”

The baby’s name was… Grace.

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Later that day one of the musicians, Scott came up to deliver a humorous rendition of how to live life with less angst and worry. He strummed his guitar and made us laugh and sing along with his silly song. As I stood in line to buy his CD, a woman beside me pointed out his name and then said she was thinking of changing her name also…

The musician’s name was… Scott Grace. 

As I was standing saying goodbye to people, the young man Paul asked if he could come along on my journey to Grace Cathedral. Then we noticed another woman I will call  Linda looked a little lost in the lobby and asked her if she’d like to join us for the evening. She had never been to church in such a long, long time, and felt a little wounded by past experiences. Surprisingly, she said yes. 

Back at the house, I gave Linda a tour and we got ready for our evening at Grace Cathedral. She told me how her mother died recently, and that she always felt closer to her Aunt. She had even received a sign once which she knew was from her Aunt. I felt a tingle as she spoke, and told her I felt her presence. She felt the same.   

It didn’t occur to me what her Aunt’s name was until later… 

Just then Paul pulled up smiling, ready to take us to Grace.

There is much More to this story in… 

The Story of Grace Cont’d

 

 

A Happy Day

A lot of faith is put into a New Year, as if that magical eve will cast the spell for the days ahead – and ironically,it will,if that is what we believe.

But the truth is, no day is more important than any other, and each day that we rise we have a chance at a new beginning, a chance to let the miracles begin! 

This morning I was amazed by a passage in A Course in Miracles, which reminded me of the truth once again.  Each day when I rise, I am asked to remember this:

Today I will make no decisions by myself.  I will not be the  judge of what is right or wrong.  

Today I will ask for a Happy day. Today I will sing my Happy song!

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That happy day may be different for everybody – for me it means a day free of guilt or fear, where I share  my love with those around me freely without any ties to the past.  Where my soul and spirit soar, and I express myself in the easiest and most glorious of ways.  Where I share laughter and hope with my children, and play.  Where I marvel at the miracles of what God has in store.

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If I forget to ask for this most perfect day, and try to control things myself, make lists and fantasize about the future without asking that happiness be my mainstay, I will get lost in a sea of fits and starts.  I will not know what is on my heart.  Or how to get what is on it off of it again!  We really don’t know what is best.  That doesn’t mean someone else does, either!  It means the answer is inside of us if we Ask.  That higher, happier, more hopeful Self that requires nothing of us but to remember Who We Are as our only happy task.

DSC_0231So I begin the New Year, and this particular day with that Banner of Freedom in my ear:  Today will not be like the last.  Today will be a treasure trove of gardens in the snow, laughter and hope, marveling and startling wilderness of snow. Today will not be like the past.   

Today will be forgiven of anything I forgot to let go, or left behind and forgot to love.  What is inside is everything I could ever know, ever love, ever have.  What got left behind was never separate at all. If I can forgive it, so can God. And so we laugh.

 

There is nothing more to do, really, but start with that eternal question and answer on my lips:  

What would make me most happy today?

 

Because the answer to that is what makes everything else Live.

 

Amen.

 The Miracle is You

 

P.S. What makes YOU live?  What brings you happiness and a smile?  Do you think you deserve it today? Even if you don’t, ask for it anyway. Amen.   😉

The Power of Community

One of the most powerful challenges and blessings of my life is foregoing my self-confessed inclination towards “artistic solitude” for the greater power and purpose of community.  The inward gives meaning and identity; but the outer shoulders the deepest burdens, and carries the greatest visions of the individual and the whole forward.  Greater still, community creates something neither one, in his solitude, could have ever created or imagined alone.

Anything I have ever done worth anything at all has been done in partnership or community.  Anything I ever imagined or dreamed was only ever accomplished by the connection and commitment to and with others for a greater purpose beyond my individual identity.

buddhist monk walkingIn the Shamanistic or Native traditions, there is the wisdom gained through the sole venturer’s “Vision Quest”, a rite of passage to gain spiritual insight or understanding. The wanderer, as in The Man on the Road, ventures out to discover himself, and more importantly, his vision, mission or purpose on earth.  Oftentimes, this time of solitude in nature or on an open road is a testing ground for his or her strength and commitment to the quest.  It also asks to dispel the idea of “failure” of all other mechanisms of survival and success the wanderer had hitherto employed. In other words, his world temporarily falls apart, and what he is left with are the truths and treasures buried deep within.  These he carries forward for the good of all.

As a writer, I am deeply drawn within. On my spiritual quest(s), which never seem to end!, I coil into the heart of the matter, encountering both darkness and light, possibility and failure.  The true test is whether I can bring what I learn to higher ground, to share with my fellow travelers.  At some point, I am joined by those who are walking this path with me, who either need my services, or who provide support to uphold mine in truth.  Each becomes a net for the other, on the deep dive of the soul.  Knowing that we are not alone, we can let go.

Wisdom alone is no wisdom at all. If we are to grow, we must share it and vet it with one another.

I was deeply challenged by the I AM Discourses of Saint Germain received in 1932, which I read on the plane coming to and fro from Boston.  My heart and soul were lifted by the declarations of strength and power emanating from those words of the saints and masters.  “I AM the Beloved. I AM the Resurrection and the Life.”  To say these words, is to declare your freedom.  But to seek truth without extending it, sharing it, living it in relation to others, is not worth the trek.  I know Saint Germain was not intending for us to be sole vision questers declaring our omnipotent power over ourselves and our world.  He was suggesting we claim the power of God within, and not seek it elsewhere.  Brilliant words and wisdom which are certainly based on love of self, God and others, though more from compassion and mental discipline, than a wider sense of true inter-dependence, community and sharing.

What I have learned on my journey is that every ounce of wisdom I have gained has been born of and given in relationship with God and others, as an expression of Union, or overcoming the separation of the self.  To keep it to myself would be very difficult indeed.

Community is to COMMUNE with others.  To identify the unity of our spirits, our sameness, and the truth that is our home.  Once we have entered the cave of our own awareness, we must build a cabin large enough to contain the whole, if we are to live in love, wisdom and harmony in this world.

As I emerge from my soul ventures, I long to share with others. I long to hear the conviction and courage that is incited by conversation, and sometimes by wordless understanding.  That is communion, or community at its most sacred.  Just as Tibetan monks or initiates challenge and question each other or their teachers, we too can hold our truths or solitary flames to the light of greater community.

Sometimes I walk my own way sure of my solitary path; other times I am honed and convicted, made clearer by the connection.

Community may come from a church, a synagogue, a sports team, or a mountain top with the birds.  I have found community in partnerships with loved ones, perfect strangers and online self-forming groups who gather of like mind.  I have also found it in yoga studios, and in circles I have formed out of sheer intention and will.

However you find community, I encourage you to reach out.  And if you have not yet begun your vision quest, or found your true purpose, community is one way to enter in and discover what yours may be all about.

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Toronto Labyrinth Community

Like a giant circle or labyrinth, we may walk to the centre in a circuitous path, and we may spend some time alone receiving our answers before we venture back out.  But if we notice as we go, others are walking the same path. Their discoveries may differ, but the path leads to the same goal.  And if we fall back, someone will be walking behind us to give us strength, or ahead of us to spur us on.

In Jesus’ words in A Course in Miracles, “Salvation is in your brother,” meaning in our ability to love and forgive, and to receive from others.  As I say, “Love is a shared reality. You cannot love alone. It must be shared if you are to know anything at all.”

Thank you for sharing and venturing with me!

Amen.

 

Krista

 

 

 

 

 

 

Miracle 15: “Coming Out of the God Closet”

“Open Wide Your Heart” website Mark Mallett

I’ve been a seeker my whole life.  I was never raised in a religious family.  I always had the freedom to think for myself. I was not baptized until I was 21, and that was by choice, and as my mother said, more emotional than my actual wedding the week before.

I don’t know what possessed me to be so vigilant in my faith. Perhaps I was needy, or broken. But somehow I don’t see it that way.

When I was 10 we had moved from a small town in Elmira to the “big city” of Kitchener, Ontario. I had lost my best friend, she had moved away (we still sent each other songs on tape recorder and sweet notes between “Nina” and “Nimby”, but I digress).  I had to start over, make new friends, deal with the “girl troubles” of getting along, getting picked on.

That Christmas I wrote a list of the top 10 things Christmas meant to me (I know it’s July but bear with me).  At the top of the list I wrote “Christ’s birthday”. Even my mother was surprised. I’m the kind of kid that broke into the presents at 2 o’clock in the morning with a steam kettle to take a peak at what was coming in the morning.  We rarely went to church, and certainly not on Christmas morning. I’m not sure where my religious fervor came from.

Later, after my first marriage fell apart, I found myself slipping away between breastfeeding my baby. I left him with my husband for an hour and went down to the village.  There was some kind of revival in the park, a man on a speaker saying “If you keep playing the same old records, your life will always be the same.  You have to change the record you are listening to.” And then he proceeded to invite others up to be saved.  Something moved my feet up to the front in my bewilderment. I could have gone shopping but instead I was here.  He sent me to the back where I was put in a tiny circle where one of the faith leaders proceeded to speak in tongues and I felt a swirl of energy as I held hands.  When I broke away, my life was never the same.

Six months later, I had left that tiny village, my first marriage, and the life I had been living.  I had asked for help, and it came in the form I needed at the time.  I listened to tapes in the car by Marianne Williamson, “A Return to Love” and began to be interested in A Course in Miracles. But I was not ready for that.

It took 10 more years before I finally picked up the book for myself.  That was after the death of my father-in-law, whose death I witnessed first-hand as he died in our arms. His peaceful transition, and my vigilant care and spiritual fervor, made it one of the most meaningful times of my life.  We witnessed for three months his calm in facing death, and on the last night, lying peacefully in bed here at home, without the oxygen mask that had been keeping him alive, he whispered with such intensity, “Wh-i-t-e  W-a-a-alll”  “Whiiite  Waaallll…” as he reached out and joined hands with his long-passed wife and best friend who died the year before. He described what he could, then drifted into a peaceful sleep. I believe in what he saw and experienced as a gift to us, just as Elizabeth Kübler Ross, Swiss-American psychiatrist and author or “On Death and Dying” believed in what she witnessed in hundreds of patients who had near-death experiences.

But I don’t have to nearly die to believe. There is something in me that knows.  I could always see things in my room when I was a kid and had many lucid dreams. Symbols would appear in the air before me that I could understand and relate to.  Lake a grape-vine embossed pen, meaning “Write”.  Or animals or angels resting on my window.

A couple of nights ago my daughter said she saw a light flash beside her bed, and then on the other side too. Her blinds were closed and nothing was happening in the hall to warrant that.  I had been told recently by one who senses spirits that a man with crazy eyebrows hunched over a bit and white grey hair was near me. That was Jack. My father-in-law who passed, my daughter’s grandfather.  I was convinced he had come to visit her too. And perhaps her grandmother, whom she never met.

In a recent interview with Tina Games, she revealed that she saw orbs of light after her mother died, and that these orbs would visit her and communicate with her, giving her a sense of peace that took all fear of death away from her. No one could understand why she was not grieving the traditional way.  It transformed her life.

Most people believe in something, but for the last five years, I have felt a strong presence to communicate what comes through me in times of lucidity and clarity. People who are in my circles, or whom I have interviewed with have witnessed this sudden light-filled clarity that comes through my words when I speak with authenticity and uncensored vigor. I can feel my crown chakra light up, and others feel the “tingles” too.

I feel lucky to be given this ability. I will no longer waste time in on worrying that other people will think I’m crazy, or some kind of Bible-thumper. I’m not.  Mentioning the name Jesus doesn’t mean I believe everything that has been told or manipulated by the church for power through the ages. I believe he was an enlightened being – the highest of the high. A beloved brother, friend, leader of the Light. But his message was, “These things and more shall you do.” He never intended for us to worship him, but to rise to his greatness. To join him as equal “Sons of God”.  To be One again.

We are all children of God, Christ, Loved, Whole. We come from the same place, and will return again.

This is my story – at least a glimpse. Maybe I will write more.  Maybe I’ll write a book.  But I couldn’t wait to tell you who I am. I couldn’t hide out any longer couching my words. Those who stand with me, stand with me. I am unafraid.

 

Here is a poem I wrote the other day which clearly shows my struggle and breakthrough:

 

October Light by David Simons

“Desert Prayer”

 

I feel nervous

What if I can’t get into the flow?

What if I don’t know?

What if nothing comes to me and it is late past the hour?

Expectation bleeds into

Surprise. Numbness. Falling

Asleep. Getting it over with.

Or breaking through. All

Possible but still, I have to decide.

 

What is the miracle if

It doesn’t come through?

What mocking stillness will

Humble me and help me break

Down the barrier to your

Words, your eyes.

 

I want to express your greatness, your

Gratitude – no, your

Tenderness, humility,

Anonymity? Why does it

Have to be important, mighty?

I ramble on and on stalling

While my heart beats

A vacant heat

Across my chest. Will

My heart open or my mind

Lay awake – insomnia.

Anything is possible. Again

I must decide.

 

Oh, what the hell!

What do I have to hide?

Turn on the water,

Clasp the end of nozzle and spray yourself

All over.

Drink! or bury yourself alive.

 

Who is on the other side?

Who will be in need, quenched by my words, thrive?

Who will I save by

Letting my mind lay

Down and my Spirit fly?

Who will hear my words

And know they are alive?

 

Dear God, let it be me, who hears, who listens,

Who saves, who thrives, and all those

Who come with me.

Let me be healed along with those

I am afraid of.

Let them know me –

And let the stars open,

The night come, the

Heart of my heart

Come alive. A smile

Lay me down in sweet

Surrender, fully fed, kept,

Alive.

 

 

 

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We are Not Alone

 

God speaks through me sometimes. It’s true. Whether you believe in God or not, or a Higher Power, I do. I cannot deny it. Nor can I prove it. But I don’t have to. The words and the wisdom come, the turning around from, the changing of mind, the miracle of rebirth in a moment’s sigh, the realization that I was wrong – the surrender to what is true, what is soft, miraculous, sure, and strong. What is not myself as I thought I was – deliberate, stubborn, insecure, steadfast, slighted, vulnerable and afraid. All the human emotions dissipate with just one word.

Truth comes to those who are looking for it.  Our defenses are high, our ramshackle defenses are waylaid, threadbare, savage, silly, afraid. How do we justify ourselves when what we have created is so bare?  What does it take to give that up and walk away?

Everything.

I learned this today.  An article on the Law of Motion/Inertia stated that we are constantly moving in our chosen trajectory even when we think we are standing still. We may think we are “stuck” or helpless, but we are always on a path going somewhere (or nowhere!) – It may be the path our grandparents laid out, or our parents chose for us, or our schools and universities, or businesses, or family and friends, even our children. We are deeply rooted in the world we see, and in the path laid out before us.  How do we remain free?  What are we rooted in?

There are so many ways to look at a thing.

But what if we looked within?

 

Today I did just that. I had ideas whirling around in my head, stresses and counter-stresses, thoughts and routines, worries and imaginings, concepts of me and others others, plans and no plans. So much interference! There was no room for me. Or them. No room for Reality…

So I stepped back. Lit a candle. Put my sanctuary back.  Opened my book of peace, the one that works for me. Where the words instantly produce a different feeling, an instant reality. Shifting everything I thought just minutes before and releasing me from all doubt and worry.  I am free.

 

And so I hum and sigh and release. I shake it all off. I hear the sun again on the horizon of a day I never knew existed before this special meeting. I had been in the car, carpooling and careening.  I was not driving anywhere that had any meaning.  And so I pulled aside. I got out. I got what I needed.  And sitting here, not so much in the driver’s seat, as hovering above the scene – I can breathe. I can see more clearly.  I am not in such a hurry to figure it out.  I have this candle and I have peace.

I have the words that have  meaning to  me. That is all it takes.

Maybe I don’t need to run to the gym, pop 5 or 7 pills (vitamins!) and do mental Olympics to pull off this feat. Maybe I don’t need 17 people to believe in me. Maybe it’s enough to slow down and listen again – to me – to that deepest most trusted, most serene part of me. The part that knows everything. The part that needs nothing.

In this peace I am not alone. Nor do I need to do anything. I just receive what I have already been given. I see the gifts. I realize my own potential. And the new path entrusted to me. I have a responsibility.  But my first responsibility is to myself – to hear the Truth properly. To allow it to shift me, to let it do it’s job on me. Then, and only then, can I go out and do my job in the world.

“All things are given you. God’s trust in you is limitless. He knows [You]. He gives without exception, holding nothing back that can contribute to your happiness.”   – A Course in Miracles, Lesson 166,

Serendipity Calls

Ah, the buzz of adventure has given way to the singing of serendipity as I dip my feet, icy cold, in the water and find a flowing river instead.  Mmm!… Magnifique!  It is warmer than the air, bright with possibility, and it sings to me, calling me along the river bank and beyond, far past where I thought I was before.

I am so happy in this place, this rushing past, marvellously speeding along, then floating in ethereal space. The ground is still beneath my feet, a bit muddy at times, but squishily delicious and full of little urchins and things. Nothing fazes me in this new place, even the wonder of it. It is as if I half-expected it. Now it just is, all the time. This is no boredom, this is a marvellous dessert that doesn’t make you sick!

Today I have had two serendipitous events (so far).  I was out walking my dog with my daughter, who happened to stay home from school (don’t tell), when a new neighbour invited me into her house to show me her magnificent table that just arrived from her home country.  I was admiring the richness of everything, the foreignness and newness of the rosewood and carvings, and her enthusiasm for me.  Her face was glowing and mysterious, yet completely inviting.  My daughter was a bit bored by the whole thing, but I was captivated.  The woman told me she was a yoga instructor, and that she teaches meditation – would I like to come? “Come!” She implored me.  Bingo!  I have been struggling along for years, doing A Course in Miracles, and creating a beautiful sanctuary space for meditation.  The only problem is, I can’t seem to get my behind to sit long enough to do it!  I do succeed at times, but have always wanted the one-on-one.  I was so grateful for her invitation, I think I gushed.  I also promised her I would spread the word about her gifts.

Then I received a email from a friend of a friend in a foreign country, a city I adore, who is interested in my work in Evolutionary Woman.  I was equally impressed with her creative gifts and  her radiant spirit.  She just excudes Life.  She wondered if I might be interested in collaborating?… After seeing her magnificent works and energy, I thought, h– yeah!  No plan, no promises. Just Yes, yes, YES!

That is the feeling now, just flowing along, singing my song. Yes, sea urchins, nibble at my toes, water flow, people just say hello….  Ah, isn’t it grand to just dive right in, to begin?… Isn’t it worth every heart-sickening moment of how/who/what or when?..

Ahhh…..  YES!!

Thank you,

Amen.