Believe In What You Want To See

Seeing isn't always pretty.  Seeing is sometimes the hardest thing to do when your heart is wide open.  You don't want to see everything there is to see but because of your awakening, you must.  Perception is a counter balance, of course, but even in the balance the truth of what you see, witness, get close enough to be burned by, can be alarming.  If I didn't have a spiritual life, faith, and a daily disciple of meditation, prayer and exercise, I might become overwhelmed.

Does anyone out there feel this way?

These are amazingly transformative times.  You are either aware and going with this new energy, or you are unaware, perhaps still self absorbed by the ego and believing in the old status quo, the old paradigm.  If you are the former, bravo, you've found your path, keep going.  If you are the latter, there is still plenty of time to get onboard and change your life for the better, raise your vibration, and create more peace on the planet.

The fundamental questions remain, "What is your life really all about"?  "Why are you here"?  "What is your true purpose"?  Perhaps you've already answered these questions sufficiently in your life and you are pursuing all of your dreams with passion and determination.  Perhaps you've had a spiritual encounter or awakening that catapulted you to the next 'spiritual level' and you are now reaping a harvest and gathering the fruit thereof.  Perhaps you've only just started to question your purpose and you haven't got a clue.  Perhaps you really don't care and just want to play video games.  Welcome to the club.  We're all in this mix somewhere.  We've all been on one overlapping path after the other.  This is the human learning experience and one of the keys to a good learning experience is to be asking the questions.  There are no wrong questions.  Just keep asking them of yourself, of each other, of Spirit, of Almighty God.  The answers most definitely come to the heart that is searching.  Test the answers.  Listen carefully and make sure you're not spinning the answer to keep you exactly where you are.  Accept the truth and know that sometimes (most times) it's not what you think.   Keep the faith and keep tapping into the quest for more knowledge.  You, just like me, will not be disappointed.  A true and pure heart searching for the truth will surely not search in vain.  You will, indeed, find more and see more than you could ever have imagined.

Yes seeing is great especially in a world seemingly so blind to the damage that it does.  The opposite of that is also true.  The way this paradigm is set up, it is completely blind to the good that the world does even more.  We have a skewed perception due to the media and the information we absorb when in fact, if we tapped into the spiritual perspective, we would see things very differently.  There is good in the world, quite a lot of it.  And rest assured, someone is keeping track.  The world and the way it exists should tell us that history can be read through many, many divine and natural sources.  The truth will always be revealed and you will know the truth when you see it.

So now that you're asking the questions and receiving answers through life experience, repeated lessons, prayer, and meditation, what do we do with all that we see?

Pray.  Pray for the world to be peaceful.  Pray for the hungry to be fed.  Pray for the blind to see.    Pray for the weak to be strengthened.  Pray for the lonely to be comforted.  Pray for the sick to be healed.  Pray for the wicked to be enlightened.  Pray for our enemies.  Pray for the suffereing that the Holy Spirit would minister to them.  Pray until you fall asleep from exhaustion and when you arise, pray some more.

If you can see what I can see, the world needs healers, prayer warriors, and spiritual leaders willing to pray the human race into the most amazing revolution the world has ever seen.  Love will change the world.  Love will heal the world.  Love will cover a multitude ... and let's stop and look at that for a minute.  I emphasize that a record is being kept....and the Scripture I'm quoting above - love COVERS a multitude of sins.  Why would it need to be covered if in our sinful nature we purposely covered it?  Who can see it?  Who can see the wrong things we do in the shadow?  ~*~

There is nothing hidden that will not be revealed.  There are no tears that will not be wiped away or any heartache that will not be mended.  These healings are happening, in the here and now.  You need not wait.  If you want to see clearly, seek clarity.  If you want to see with eyes of compassion, seek compassion.  If you want to see the love of humanity, seek the source of all love, the Spirit of Love itself.  You will not be disappointed when, with practice, your seeing eyes and your perception will reach a most effective level.

Pray for what you see, hope for what you cannot.

If I'm Smart

Spiritually speaking, I am in the desert, so just now when I heard the rain, I ran to the door.  I stepped outside and stood under the awning listening as the rain became heavier and heavier.  I thought of the many people that instinctively avoid the rain by dashing in between drops, grabbing umbrellas and running for cover.  I felt the mist on my bare legs as I stood there in my t-shirt and shorts.  That's when it occurred to me.

When was the last time I deliberately stood in the pouring rain without any concern for getting soaking wet?

I could remember a time, years ago, when an old acquaintance and I went jogging in the rain.  It was his preference.  He loved it and wanted me to share in that love, so I joined him.  It was fun and exciting and pretty romantic.  I realized today that that was way too long ago, so I did the only natural thing.  I took two steps forward and left the shelter of my awning.  I stood in the pouring rain, facing the sky, hands held high.  The rain got heavier and heavier and as I began to get soaked, I asked God to do a few things for me.

I felt the warmth of the ground underneath my bare feet.  I felt the back of my Rejoice t-shirt becoming soaked with water and as it touched my back, the coolness was refreshing and shocking all at once.  We've had a bit of a heat wave here in NJ for the past several days, and I felt as parched as the atmosphere, the grass, the trees, and my potted plants that I've been so desperately trying to keep hydrated.  Without water, of course, they would perish, as their water source either comes from the sky, a human, or it just doesn't come at all.  The grass goes into hibernation, the trees, somehow, withstand the cold, the heat, droughts.  Trees amaze me with their fortitude and strength.  Potted plants, however, need the potters attention, love, nourishment and care.  I am that potter and I care for what is mine very much.  Maybe when it comes to me though, I lose touch.  After all, I am not the potter of myself.  Someone, something, has potted me, has allowed me this life, this breath, this moment, and if in this moment I am withering, it is the Master Potter who needs to tend to me.

I asked God to take away my pain and sadness.  I asked God to wash me clean and let all the impurities pour into the ground, into Mother Earth, and be reborn as something better.  I stood in the rain and asked God to notice me, to not forsake me, to renew my spirit, mind, body and soul.  I got soaked.

The rain has since stopped and I've come inside.  I took off my soaking wet Rejoice t-shirt and shorts and wrapped myself in the comfort of one of my long, white, cotton robes.  I took my hair out of its pony tail and brushed it as lovingly as I could.  I could feel the prana running through my body and trust me, after all the illness and drugs I've had to endure, this was an altogether much better feeling to be aware of.  I feel less sad.  I made myself a cup of tea and sat down at the computer.  As I sipped the hot tea I just made for myself, I thought of this blog and the fact that I've been posting so much about the physical and hardly anything about the spiritual.  I realize that it's partly because I've been so sick and partly because I haven't felt very spiritual.  I do feel somewhat like a worm that a bird dropped in the desert on its way back to feed its young.  The bird trying desperately to hang on to its catch, namely me, inadvertently dropped me and I landed in the worst possible of places. 

Lying in the arid desert is no place for spirit.  Or is it?

While standing in the pouring rain, I looked at all that was alive around me.  Everything was getting soaked, every leaf, every tree, every blade of grass, every delicate flower.  I could feel the somewhat localized yet universal sigh of relief after not having anything to drink for so long and then this abundance of grace.  I felt as if I belonged to all of it and I felt like it appreciated my 'free to experience the moment' presence all the while taking in what it had been waiting for for so long, and that's when I realized the desert is as appropriate a place as the side of the raging river.  Both offer an abundance of wisdom, knowledge and experience.  Both are spiritual places. 

Yes, I've been in the raging river and have enjoyed the laziness along side of it, but to be so far away from it, this I really have not enjoyed.  The dark night of soul is not an enjoyable experience.  The worm, when it realizes it will never make it back to source, gives itself over to the inevitable but the human knows better.  The human knows that one day it will return to source, one way or the other. 

For me, I am still walking out of the desert after just experiencing the best water mirage of my life.  It was so real.  It was so wet and it was so natural and unexpected.  So what am I worried about?  God would never leave me completely although the desert mirage is just as real.  One way or the other I will find my God and my God will find me, wanting. 

The world could never possibly fill my heart the way that rainfall did.  The world could never satisfy my thirst the way I know God can.  Even when my cup is empty, there is a cloud off in the distance with my name on it.  God has fashioned it this way.  He has made the high places, as well as the low.  He has allowed happiness and fullness of spirit, and he also allows sadness and emptiness.  He created the sand as well as the ocean.

If I'm smart, I will not avoid a single drop of rain but allow my soul to be submerged with an open heart, a clear conscience, and a desire to live another day, despite my circumstances.  If I'm smart, I will try to remember the raging river while in the desert.  If I'm smart, I will remember the laziness along side of the river as I battle and try to swim upstream.  If I'm smart, I will remember how wet it once felt while being as dry as I've ever been. 

"If" I'm smart.