A Course In Miracles…

Beautiful writing from A Course In Miracles, for this Sunday morning…

Lesson 186, Para 9…”He Who is changeless shares His attributes with His creation.  All the images His Son appears to make have no affect on what he is.  They blow across his mind like wind-swept leaves that form a patterning an instant, break apart to group again, and scamper off.  Or like mirages seen above a desert, rising from the dust.”

[He=God, etc…] [His Son=Us as His creation]

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ARE YOU BREATHING?

Is that a crazy question?  Well, maybe, but consider it…

INSIGHTS from A Course In Miracles

Insights from A Course In Miracles…Can you escape the world you created?  What is the reality in which you truly exist?

For what lies beyond is the next chapter and the continuing saga of the little self that believes it suffers and believes it can die.

If you believe your death will release you, then you have believed in the lie of the world of illusion that tells you that you are a body.

Be glad and sing instead.  Ask to see with me the truth of your being and the timelessness of true love.

Contemplating Time
Art by Angela M. O’Neal

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME!

Ha!  A year ago today I started this Blog.  Has it really been that long?!  This year has been such a year of transformation, and it just keeps extending in that way for me.

I haven’t posted anything for quite sometime, which is incredible considering my overactive mind and imagination.  Alas, I have been scattered in many directions, precisely as we all are, and  I am just on this journey we call ‘life’.

The last year has deepened my love of Art,  and the connection somehow brings me closer to my Higher Spiritual Self in so many ways it would be impossible to express in such a short post as this.  (and I promise it is short)  In any case, my deep desire for a closer experience with the Powerful Universal Presence, that some call God, has brought me to some life-changing decisions which I know will bring me great joy and of which I have already found.

Paradoxically, life is the same.  I eat, drink, work, dress, play–whatever, and so do all those around me. Caught in an endless circle of rituals and repetitions.  Sometimes whirled out of balance by a shocking experience that breaks that routine.

I’m not much for routine, which I find boring…however, I do embrace some form of lose structure that allows me some flexibility and direction at the same time.  I have to say perhaps I’m somewhat better at it now at this stage of my Crone life.  I have to smile at that expression of myself, but here I am.  There.  Here.  So I smile at myself and realize that in the last year I’m just learning more about how to simply ‘be’, and the rest is unknown…

I see the Light in you my friend, and I thank you for sharing this journey with me.

 

 

 

UNSCRIPTED

Having denied Self and set aside Truth–a fruitless effort–to exist in a world that directs paths according to ‘it’s’ tenants– Wake (!) from weary wasteful sleep where time seems to dwell–Long days, and hours, and years, resting in such separated solitude as to elude the denial of pursuits of freedom–remembrances of sanity.  Now.  Awake.  Truth of being gives voice, and sings it’s forgotten songs– deep and joyous (Love)–None could see (less) except such visage; and, in fact, leave no favored or ill mark on it at all.

“I dwell in my own illusions and I love my creations”

WARNING! RAW

first draft unedited…

There are certain places in our world that can’t take RAW.   Like people who can’t tolerate RAW veggies.  They can’t take the crunch or the blast of true flavor that so often gets boiled out and watered down by grocery store canned goods.  There are places that don’t and won’t accept the cut open, bleeding truth to be allowed in their hallowed sanctuary.  The spaces of seeming tranquility and pure love…peace, if you will.  But truly, these places house and harbor the very RAW.  In fact, the cut throat, bleeding to death RAWNESS in the sense of pain, grief, and suffering that so often precludes their desire to unite in the safety of the sanctuary.  Are these havens for only the devout, quiet, repetitious, gentle hands of the peace makers?  If so, who is there to lead?  Who is there to see revelation, be inspired, and transformed?  Is it helpful to deny our suffering and claim wholeness?  I say, no.  Sweetly…gently…lovingly…no.  For how can the heavy heart truly believe you can lift it by your words only?  By words of others only?  No.  For only grief can know grief.  Only pain can know pain…and so on, and on.  So, I say, at least for myself (as I can only speak thus)…give me RAW.  Give me TRUTH.  Else I hide in shadows of forever.

THE MIRROR

A Visual Practice for Self-Knowing

I thought I would talk about ‘the mirror’ for a moment.  I invite you to follow along using these images as an exercise in self-awareness.  You will gain insights to your true self and reveal that which is hidden through this simple visual practice.

See yourself standing before the mirror and you think you see a reflection of yourself, right?  I do.  Now, see your best friend standing before you as the mirror.  What do you see?  You probably think you see someone who gets you. Someone who sees you like no one else does.  A very special person.  When you look in this mirror you may easily see parts of yourself which you ‘love’ and so this image is very pleasing and you want more.

Now, replace the mirror image of your best friend with someone who you have much conflict.  Notice how quickly your happy feeling changes.  You may start to feel anger, resentment, fear, or at the least, uncomfortable.  But remember (just in this pretense) that you are still looking at the mirror.  What do you see?  You probably think you see someone very different from yourself.  You feel separate from them.  Following along here (just for ‘fun’)– I invite you to simply consider that both friend and enemy images you see in the mirror are actually both reflections of one truth.  And that would be, you.

By now you are probably beginning to feel slightly agitated and uncomfortable.  And why wouldn’t you?  You just went from feeling really good about your reflection, to thinking this person is totally ‘not’ a reflection of who I am.  Examine it though.  Look deeper.  Is there a hidden message here for you?  A part of yourself you are unwilling to see?  This exercise is a good way to examine what we really think about ourselves.  Our own reflection looks upon us.  The Mirror says, “Know me.”