That energy is God

13 That energy is God's energy, an energy deep within you, God himself willing and working at what will give him the most pleasure. 14 Do everything readily and cheerfully - no bickering, no second-guessing allowed! 15 Go out into the world uncorrupted, a breath of fresh air in this squalid and polluted society. Provide people with a glimpse of good living and of the living God. Carry the light-giving Message into the night 16 so I'll have good cause to be proud of you on the day that Christ returns. You'll be living proof that I didn't go to all this work for nothing. 17 Even if I am executed here and now, I'll rejoice in being an element in the offering of your faith that you make on Christ's altar, a part of your rejoicing. 18 But turnabout's fair play - you must join me in my rejoicing. Whatever you do, don't feel sorry for me. 19 I plan (according to Jesus' plan) to send Timothy to you very soon so he can bring back all the news of you he can gather. Oh, how that will do my heart good! 20 I have no one quite like Timothy. He is loyal, and genuinely concerned for you. 21 Most people around here are looking out for themselves, with little concern for the things of Jesus. 22 But you know yourselves that Timothy's the real thing. He's been a devoted son to me as together we've delivered the Message. 23 As soon as I see how things are going to fall out for me here, I plan to send him off. Philippians 2:13-23

The raven is always right

 
Actually I had this up--the post below a while back, I then moved it to my other blog site--a few weeks ago, but suddenly you,  "my"spiritual teacher turning up, all is now is bathed in a different light. It needs to be here. What a difference the "Word of God" makes. But then-He is continually speaking to us in mysterious ways, we just are adamant not to hear because of the the din of the "dark one".

I thank God in guiding me to you JC-a truly holy man as well as being human you are indeed. Even in your silence your voice is being heard by thousands; your teachings are truly divinely inspired. I feel it is like that day when the wind closed the "book of gospels" on the coffin of John Paul ll--a return once more; or perhaps just deeper reminder of the sanctifying grace of God. Yes-one is literally reborn every seven years.

All glory to You O Lord and Our Blessed Mother!

Strange days indeed for a number of reasons as I question the validity of my feelings. For one, I feel happier and filled with grace more than I ever could have imagined. Yes, I question it all. What have I done to deserve this escape? My life seems to be on the exact track  for so many reasons. Deep down I feel a touch of guilt for being able to put all behind me, without a backward glance, without an extra heart beat , without a tear; time to move on with life out of Limbo.

Perhaps this is what one may term—closure. I never thought that the word was adequate to describe feeling intertwined generally with tremendous passion of the heart.  I often thought that passion was  an other word for—grace—which in term translates into—gift of God in  my dictionary.  I mentioned a while back—to everything there is a season—well I certainly didn`t say it, the Book of Ecclesiastes  does, but in a way it is all perfect. Every action, thought word acted from positive intention—is infact love, which is a step forward to God. So  love is never wasted in whatever form.

I have done much soul searching especially the past few days—a lot of mediation as peace washes over me like those waves and music. I see clearly all, and feel the power, the love and the answer to that has happened—life has unfolded and now much is revealed . The way pointing in the direction to where I have to travel from here on—the voice within that was barely audible is now like choir of angels assuring me that all is well and the way it needs to be. I accept with a heart filled with gratitude.

Nevermore; the raven is always right. Never  a glance back, never a word read from you  or never a thought from me about you; thus is my parting gift to you.

Continued elsewhere

Continued elsewhere.

Answers #86

  There is a saying  that I learnt  a long time ago: never ask a question unless you really want to hear the answer—and I took the plunge with much trepidation and I have heard the honest answer. Took tantamount of courage, but if you play with fire you have to face the consequences of being burnt. Well, in all sincerity  the response from God, is not the enlightenment I had wished to hear—but  I always leave all in Her hands daily, so I say-now I have to live with it Our Lady. Don`t get me wrong, I do love God dearly but my ego is a nasty unbridled beast at times.

Being human, most often distorts our perception to our ways of thinking. Most times wanting to hear what we really want to hear—presumably for love`s noble sake, but always really for selfish reasons, this is the misconception. This is the cold, hard truth. But then when we are almost drowned by our own blindness we get whacked back into realty by God. Then, if we are truly, genuinely interested in the answer God gives it to us every time. Well—He always does, but we consciously misinterpret it to suit our own purpose. We think it is always about us, a sort of narcissistic self importance, a form of misdirected pride or I confess; a slight paranoia of grandeur. Yes—truth be told; we are selfish little creatures—we just want to be loved, cherished and want to feel special at any price—which at times comes with an exorbitant cost, leading directly to our own demise. But hell—what else is there but love on the standard of a romantic even if in the end it leaves one entirely spiritually bankrupt because one has sacrificed all. Yes, yes I know it is better to have loved even with all the losses.

But when one really thinks about it; who cares a toss for my life except myself....well maybe my mother. Thus is it with me—appearances can and are deceiving when it comes to reading signs and interpreting messages. One can and often is completely misled. Like reading tea leaves—we see what we want to see. No matter; all is within the spirit of evolving.  Lessons that need be learnt no matter how painful.

Now that I am able to think clearly without interference at long last, with crystal clear vision of what is actually happening in my world-I have become a totally freed spirit.  For a while there I was still tethered by thin gossamer spider web threads. But no more. And while I`m on the subject of ( hoping this is not just wishful thinking,) my new found freedom, my determination to dispel all psychological illusions that was making me generally suspicious at times regarding the world,  is still healthy, well and alive; thank you. In plain English;"my antenna is still up and working" actually rather fine tuned by experience, but now the only difference is: I am  head ruled as opposed to heart ruled.

Not that I`m that keen on that self absorbed pastor of the "Church of the Rock", but hey I loved his point on Sunday-

"Defeat is looking back

Distraction is looking around 

Discouragement is looking down

Destiny is looking forward"

OK Lord—lesson well learnt  this time. Didn`t even take that long—only a little forethought, self reflection, some intellectual observation and let`s not forget the power of the internet. Finally; a full stop. By the way I shall—NEVER ASSUME anything in the future; well one can never say never, but I shall try real hard otherwise each time I will definitely make an ass of you (not You Lord-I know You know that, but I`m just making sure in case You were busy with more important things than listening to me!) and me which I almost did yesterday 

 

War #85

This is not just about war—but hunger, thirst and abuse of all that is living; All of creation.

Sadly there has been seven suicides amongst Canadian soldiers whom had returned from Afghanistan in the past two months. Such waste of lives, on both sides. A child, is a child, is a child for a Canadian mother, an Afghan mother or a mother in the stone age. I am reminded of Mary at the foot of the cross. Her pain had to be horrendous, I am sure she would gladly have traded places with her son-not only is the process as an out cry against death, but against the futility of war in any which way one looks at it; war against nations, war against individual, as in case of Jesus—war is war in any sense. It makes no sense. So many writers, poets have grappled with the question with outrage, with longing for peace and justice; they offer a glimpse of what should be, what was destined by God to be, what perhaps maybe once—if ever the human soul awakens. Will we be ever transformed?

Often a word, a piece of prose, a poem evokes a moment of subtle realization that is hidden in the spirit between our inner and outer worlds—the sanctuary of peace of the heart and the turmoil of existence that is entwined in our human life. Instead of standing up with flaming sword in hand what do we do? We seek escape into our own little private world –a monastery, a haze of drugs, the delirium of alcohol we seek somewhere the stability and peace of soul; all in the name of spirituality, in the name of the mystical, in the name of contemplation–which seemingly absolves us from taking action, so we feel detached from the situation; yet still remain intellectually expansive through washing of our hand. A few Hail Mary`s is payment enough for our blindness will do—so we think. 

Alas, not at all. No wonder why plenary indulgences were so popular, the scapegoat for our guilt. Yes, we are all equally guilty of what is happening in the world because doing nothing is silent agreement—thus we condone it. Whether it is empathy for suffering, mercy for the weak, compassion for the abuse of our brethren—be they black, white yellow or colors of the rainbow; for we all bleed the same colour blood. Shame on us for our immoral response, lack of love—which portents to be the reason for life, of creation itself—in all wisdom teachings and sacred texts.

I confess; I am no revolutionary, no political activist, don`t even possess a flag, never walked in a demonstration in my life for anything—but I am furious, livid at man`s inhumanity to man; wherever that maybe be it Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria, Israel, Tibet or the far too many others places to mention  here now in the day of “the computer age”. We take absolutely no responsibility for our ethical conduct and what impact it has on the world. We deny the ocean of crisis and mess we are swimming in-struggling against the waves that engulf us. Genuine peace is not quietest state but one that emerges from inner silence of our true being, which leads to action; from that divine spark that which perhaps in one moment in one`s life one catches fire. It is then that we transform the fabric of our soul, its very resonance through piercing its very core.

So why don`t we rage, scream, shout against injustice, hatred, bigotry, abuse, hunger, thirst, oppression, war? Let`s face the bitter truth; it is because man is destructive, selfish and egocentric. Free will is the catalyst for our inhumane behaviour, that is the mortal sin; the reason why we were cast out from paradise. Ego is our very own spiritual annihilator. Nietzsche was wrong; conscience is dead, voice of denunciation is dead, compassion is dead— not God,—He just left the building. I doubt that the meek shall ever inherit the earth-or the peacemakers will be called the children of God for they will be annulled, obliterated in the very process. 

We so quickly forget the uncountable deaths daily on many fronts of life, with but a flick of the remote on our TV—we often dare not imagine the violence, the pain, the death of those who sacrificed their lives for nothing—merely to fatten the pockets of the elite few who are in control. Imagine the suffering of those who loved all those who have offered and are offering up their lives in vain—be that willingly or unwillingly every moment of the day, whose family`s pain continues till they join them in death; for only then will they, are they able to forget. There is never closure--that is a misconception of psychiatrists. Just ask one who is paddling in the boat of agony.


What will stir our hearts into action? How many have to die for nothing? What will change us? What will move us out of this moral descent? What shall inflame us? Am I simply delusional? No!

We have betrayed ourselves, sold our souls for less than thirty pieces of silver. We are all affected equally; all is interconnected; all springs from a single root—we are our brothers` keeper, for we are our brothers. We hear the odd voice in the wilderness like little Mother Teresa, Dalai Lama, now Francis and a few others —the voice of reason, of love of compassion which gives the world a glimpse of what is possible. A vision of what God ordained, had in mind for man –but can only manifest if there is a shift in perception from being complicit in destroying all to a stance  of moral outrage against all that is unjust. Shall we have redemption? Do we have still the potential for good, —or is it lost forever? Time will tell—only if we truly believe it, desire it, live it, breathe it. Only then are we able to have an authentic encounter with God, encounter with our very self.

We are bombarded with propaganda of fear in every possible way from terrorism to WMS—fear rules our day without questioning the validity and the reason behind it. We believe blindly, thoughtlessly what ever we are fed by the media—who have the same talking points no matter what political the conviction. There is absolutely no counterbalance—unless we find one there is no return from the edge. 

Our ecological awareness no matter how loud the protests, are easily ignored, we are  lulled into a sense of security through garbles of lies by our politicians. Those few voices of reason are quieted very quickly, muzzled to be more precise; held in check—Orwell was right in many ways, actually probably our present condition is being far worse. We are grounded in the material, instead being grounded in the community, in the cosmos and the spiritual. We have lost patience, deviated morally, need instant gratification and it is generally all about “me, me, me”. We have lost most of our sense of the complex mystery, awe and innocence both of nature and life—we no longer live within the mystery of God. Much has become obscure, distorted and misinterpreted.

We are hardly ever accosted by purity, challenged  by sanctity, humbled by reverence –for all this is a difficult path in the age of Aquarius—but spirituality speaks from the soul, is underpinned through action and demonstrated through love—and the silent grace radiating from the Eternal God. I believe we still may have a chance.

There is a crack in everything #84

"Anthem"

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.

I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring ...

You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.

L.Cohen

YES.........there always is.

Paradox #83

The thoughts wander within the caverns of my mind endlessly haunting me like lost ghosts in the wilderness. Sleep escapes me as I am ever aware of so many things that torture my heart with memories-real and imagined.  I have lost track of the real and the unreal, for I don`t know the difference any more. I question my sanity. I tear the thoughts out one by one from the fabric of my spirit-as each memory removes my lifeblood drop by drop as I purposefully mangle my soul. The pain is agonizing, yet it is soothing. The rawness, the ache, the torture of my spirit is so welcoming, it is almost ecstasy. What pleasure is there in this pain? What joy in this suffering? What strange sensation is this? Why do I feel so? What paradox? What game of the gods is this as they play this eternal chess? Never can peace be allowed to live.

I wonder what life remains in the soul when all of of its content is wrung out like a piece of laundry. Its very last drop of its life blood drained. Does anything remain of its original spirit? Of its heart? Of its life? Or it simply ceases  to be. All of its existence erased from the memory of the world. Yes-even its very shadow of its being. But then why all? Why exist at all if nothing remains?

Life in a Love

Life In A Love

Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear—
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed—
But what if I fail of my purpose here?

It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me—
Ever
Removed!

-Robert Browning

2014....birth of Firebird #81

 
On this Feast of the Mother of God.The Solemnity of Mary.

I adore new years, especially this one! The year of the "Firebird "!...in reality "year of the green wooden horse", I am referring to my own birth-my own, new beginning.

Ever--new chances, new changes and new adventures. Letting go of the past, of the baggage and embarking on a new vision quest-all past is left behind. This is the reason for being--for my life! So much has happened in the past days it just blows the mind--but hey my life has been great, this year even better in every way. I am so blessed, so grateful and so very lucky. My heart is filled with love, with joy, miracles, excitement and wonder at the future which I know is filled with treasures of the heart and of life and new titles.

The plans are laid well-that is always the first step, the rest follows for when the intention is there magic happens. And it is. Regrets--none, for without the previous steps I would not be here--no looking back with all the new unfolding of my life. I am happy, contented and loved. All is now possible.

Blessed be God forever--each moment more special than the previous. I know all things are possible!!
...thus is my name
Firebird