“Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.” ― Emily Dickinson
Easter Season ….The Rising of Eternal Light
Dying to the aspects of our nature that are obstacles….
to the awakening of our supernatural potential…..
This transformational season..
Is a time of the true internal spiritual journey…
The external ritual… is aimed at supporting and increasing the personal transformation….
which is generated by reliving the Easter story…
Easter ..is an opportunity to trace the path of transformation itself….
Easter leads us into the dark night of the soul ..the sense of the human despair of the feeling of the abandonment of God…….
The darkness becomes purification..fasting… from selfishness…..in order to behold greater Light
to experience the essence of the human experience…in the true divine reality….
Easter is a mystical..spiritual experience...which opens the mind and heart beyond the realm of the senses…..
The very acceptance of these unacceptable times…..is part of the answer…
New depths of courage manifests…a strength that has gone beyond the self…an emptying of self …… and one discovers the deep running river of the soul….
The individual death of self-focused attitudes…sets us upon the foundation of our own resurrected life……
This is an opportunity to enter a spiritual freedom…prioritize our choices….overcome intolerance…
Easter..is the Gateway….
“It is not easy to convey a sense of wonder, let alone resurrection wonder, to another. It’s the very nature of wonder to catch us off guard, to circumvent expectations and assumptions. Wonder can’t be packaged, and it can’t be worked up. It requires some sense of being there and some sense of engagement.” ― Eugene H. Peterson
“Remember Jesus of Nazareth, staggering on broken feet out of the tomb toward the Resurrection, bearing on his body the proud insignia of the defeat which is victory, the magnificent defeat of the human soul at the hands of God.” ― Frederick Buechner, The Magnificent Defeat
Looking at the pictures of once bustling roadways, now so empty….the feeling becomes too real…this is where the illusion of life once lived…
The isolation from human touch..human hugs…even a handshake…makes us a bit colder in the skin…makes us suspicious of what lurks behind each mask…
Want to know if you are standing near a COVID Being? They got an app for that….
Ever wonder how our entire life ended up on a cell phone….
Choices carry vibrations….
I put the Bible on my phone….yes….there is an app for God too….
In this stillness of the WORLD…..soul is strengthened…in faith..
Through the rubble and silent chaos of endings… I discover more depth of this process of renewal…
“Perhaps [the critics are right and] the drama is played out now and Jesus is safely dead and buried. Perhaps. It is ironical and entertaining to consider that at least once in the world’s history those words might have been said with complete conviction, and that was on the eve of the Resurrection.” ― Dorothy L. Sayers
“For truly we are all angels temporarily hiding as humans.” ― Brian Weiss
As Humans….nothing comes naturally….
we must learn to do everything….which includes learning to be Human
Breathe and learn what is truly within the skin of you….
learn about that which resides beyond the bones of you…
Light has many spectrums.. and Angels have agendas too….
all while Being dressed as a Human…
you hold endless depths below the surface of a few facts and pieces of past decisions.
Heaven runs through you….
“Namaste means the spirit in me sees the spirit in you. And do you see yet the great truth in this simple phrase? When your eyes and brain alone cannot see the spirit in another, the spirit in you sees it always.” ― Sean Patrick Brennan, The Angel’s Guide to Taking Human Form
“We shine like those fires and those stars; we sigh like those waves; we suffer like those great ships, which are worn out in ploughing the waves, in obeying the wind which urges them towards an end, as the breath of God blows us towards a port. Everything likes to live, Raoul; and everything is beautiful in living things.” ― Alexandre Dumas, The Man in the Iron Mask
Not all choices in the Light…are easy…..
Yet when one lets go of steering the energy,aka: anger, fear, expectation…
the weight of choice is lifted and guidance takes over, with less bruisinginvolved
If life throws you a bad vibration..do not let that interrupt the song…
Do not let that define your story…
If life were easy..it wouldn’t be hard….
We are all on an odyssey through the extremes….
“Went up on the mountain,
To see what I could see,
The whole world was fallin’,
Right down in front of me.” Allman Brothers..Dreams I’ll Never See
“I don’t know what happened. Disease? War? Social collapse? Or was it just us? The Dead replacing the Living? I guess it’s not so important. Once you’ve arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.” ― Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies
The artifacts that was one’s life…mere weeks ago… seem like scraps of an ancient civilization… one is completely removed from… now…
there is no memory of the minute before the Earth stood still…… the shock is too deep to be loud about it… it’s a numbing type of consciousness…….while grief is shared from 6 feet away now…
This virus will leave us entirely newborn people…..
We will all be different; none of us will ever be the same again.
We will have deeper roots, be made of denser soil, and our eyes will have seen things.
“Hope…which is whispered from Pandora’s box only after all the other plagues and sorrows had escaped, is the best and last of all things. Without it, there is only time. And time pushes at our backs like a centrifuge, forcing us outward and away, until it nudges us into oblivion.” ― Ian Caldwell, The Rule of Four
“When those who lived through the epidemic tried to describe it, they talked about the sudden eerie quiet.” ― Jeanette Keith, Fever Season:
“If you were a bird, and lived on high, You’d lean on the wind when the wind came by, You’d say to the wind when it took you away: “That’s where I wanted to go today!” ― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
One must master residing in the unknown… while growing ones Light…
“I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.” ― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
Bones hold in their marrow..shapes and sounds
Evidence of gravity-bound
Soul touches the remembering
of the courage bones are made of…
As the Bones speak with their “inside” voice… saying…
“Never the same again”
“For the discovery of self we have to overcome the fear of self, so as to find the marrow ‘within’ and disclose our ‘true’ self.” ― Erik Pevernagie