I am still. The Flow seems quiet, not yet invited forward by the rhythm of my heart. Now with my seventh breath, I feel that familiar rush.
Good morning! There is still joy in the world. If not for this, nothing could exist. There is more at work than we can see. For we see but the reflection of our fear. We do not see what lies beyond, yet we are created of it.
Some see flashes.
The door ajar, a sliver of light.
Sometimes it takes years for that door to open.
The process may last a lifetime, but patience is more than a virtue--it is a universal constant. Now turn to the light. Forget all these words. Only think on this: you are loved. You have not left. You, beloved child, could never be but home. Know the nature of love, until every word spoken or thought in anger, every terrible image, is revealed and cast away.
I go beyond words, to focus on the Source, that which saves me from delusion, that which sings.
As a child, continue to see it. Allow faith, allow love. These words come from the life in every one of us.
How could we not see it?
Come, be the reason you were born. Do not fear that the words cannot describe the call of your heart. Allow God to love you. You cannot disallow it. Ego cannot love. It only tells lies. God is truth. Come.
Nowhere else to go.
Experience it, here in the now. You wonder how it could possibly translate to paper. It already has, over thousands of years. Come.
Waves of energy, peace...
(Breathe). Nothing else is needed. You are your every need met. Come.
I hear the small voice. I feel the presence.
You are not the light, yet the light is all that you are. This is what "part of it" means.
Father, we do feel your power and presence. We see your light, shining in our brother's eyes. Each time we come to you, we are changed, yet not changed, for it is but the lifting of the veil. We reach our hands to the stars, look to your reality, and we see. Amen.
This is just a glimpse. How much more...
Now to some, this would be much ado about nothing. But there are those who have seen as we, and more. There is healing here, in this transcendent understanding.
Shadow to light.
From this experience comes the sharing of what we have found. A wise woman once said to you, "We are all troubled." The other "side" of that is God. But not enough to read of someone else's experience. Each comes in their own time.
Class time must be followed by practice.
Yes. Learning is repetition. But remember, words cover more than reveal. In prayer, the word and the action are the same.
So if one prays for work, then goes out to look for a job, That action is not separate from the act of prayer.
They are the same. We must understand the reality behind the words we use.
What I sense can't be put into words. Every gift opened, mother's love. Every selfless act, every joy, multiplied to infinity.
Loaves and fishes. The more you visit, the more you want to stay.
I just felt the Flow increase.
Had it decreased? The Flow does not come and go--you do.
Miracles all around me--the sun rises, birds sing. Music from a spinning disk...
You are learning that to love your brother is to love yourself. Now raise your hands to the heavens. Allow the music to carry you away. Transcend yourself by finding yourself. Some think this is a waste of time, because they believe the brain is all. They accept nothing beyond.
The brain dictates what the body does, but what tells the brain...
Individualized mind touches truth, filters through this physical expression, thus making worlds. But God knows His own nature, the truth beneath what appears. Where is there to stand, but here in the light?
Saying these things doesn't make it so.
But what is so allows us to say it. There is perfect life within us all, which gives us the power to say these things. The world struggles to keep hold of a past that never was. The only "time" is now. Ours is not to be responsible for what is so. It is enough that God knows.
True faith is never in vain. True faith is power.
Is faith a cry in the dark, or calm knowing? Is it the love of one body for another, or that of God for what God has created?
For bodies pass away, but the word will never pass.
For in nightmares, the light is still seen, the word still heard. We do not sleep so deeply that we cannot reach our Father's hand.
Our sleep is only a turning away.
We are blinded by the glare of physical existence. But the light of home never blinds. It matters not at all how many more words we write here. We are home. Home is what matters to the far traveler; waking is what matters to the one dreaming. For what awaits our waking but the infinity of our Father's treasure? How far wandered, yet not a step taken...how long slept, yet nothing missed! Do hear these things. Speak what is given to speak. Our Father has everything for us. Nothing has been destroyed. God creates everything whole.
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