One moment in eternity I peer out from the Souls domain, into the time filled world of human experience. My demeanor of peace and light-filled-joy sees a great possibility in this active world. Challenges appear, wanting for my Soul to engage.
I dive deep into the Cosmic Sea. With a swell of promise filling my energy field I head straight for this little island in the middle of everywhere. I am sure of nothing. The unknown that awaits is the adrenaline of my soul’s purpose. It fills me with everlasting, adamantine, Will. This Will that knows no failure. For, all the push and pull of consciousness is only an action to stimulate the presence of the Now. It is a starting and finishing line of all the rotations of the soul’s visits to this tiny space, an acceptance of the game of continued enlightenment.
There is a deep shadow cast on the life of this planet now. It is part of the play. It is neither good nor bad, it’s just part of the Dusty Grime kicked up by the momentum of life, along the way of discovery. It affects us deeply only if we succumb to it. There is a way clear of these putrid dust balls, but it takes more than one’s adamantine Will, it takes the courage to stay in Integrity’s Light and not be mesmerized by the deep shadows of earth’s addictive illusion.
The following excerpt is Epilogue 2 from “The Way of the Waking World.” It was brought back to our attention by Peggy Beck, who has intuited the true meaning of Letters with great understanding. She has made us retrace our steps along this path of learning and we are truly grateful for her insight. It could never be more poignant than it is now. Take 3 deep healing breaths, read Shadows and Light on Earth, and then breathe those breaths again and exhaust all the illusion with those vibrations of Peace echoing through your body.
Shadows and Light on Earth
I sit in the dark morning, meditating on stillness. This meditation has come upon me from within. It has demanded me to wake up and be here with it. It is like a very peaceful person, a presence, a life and consciousness in its own right, coming to me to bring a gift. It is the gift of serene sensibility. I join this life presence and enter its quiet spaciousness. I sit.
But then there are thoughts arising. Let them go. Let them flow around and off, away. I re-enter the stillness. Still, there are impressions coming, streaming in from my benefactor, peace. I accept the gifts and place them into my mind and thoughts. They materialize as two forms in one. They are, at once, Omis and Orange, in a single feminine voice. The darkness speaks out of them, into them.
“I’m wondering about the last line of the book.” I muster some inadequate, raspy words.
“You are meant to wonder at those words. They are wonder words.” They chuckle softly at the phrase that rests briefly upon the silence. “You wonder at the idea of ‘God’ and the idea of being ‘possessed’ by anything. Can it be a good thing to be possessed?”
“Yes, that’s it,” I answer with concern. “Being ‘possessed’ sounds like unconsciousness, not awakening.”
“So it does. However, you know that we often speak to your mind through paradox. The paradox here is that ‘possession’ means a loss of control, giving that over to a force that dominates you. But consider that losing control, losing your mind, under the influence of ultimate divinity and presence can be true awakening. (more…)