This delightful man, who looks like Santa Claus graced me with his words today.
Here are just some of the sparkling word gems he shared that brightened my spirit, and confirmed what I know to be True, what he defines as,
“This eternally present invisible presence – that which of course is completely unshaken by the dramas of this world.“
In the bible there are 365 references to don’t be afraid, fear not, one for every day of the year. The Bible is full of clever things like this.
When you’re sure of your identity with the Eternal, when you discover what man really is, which is Spirit, then the worries about the flesh they diminish. The Spirit gets stronger until you really just laugh at it.
Compared to bad thinking, all the chemicals and plastics in the world is peanuts.
This world is a shadow of Divine origin, it comes to pass just like a nightmare. It has no reality of itself. Its only real as far as we believe in it. That is the fact. When one person even has the foggiest notion of this, it somehow raises the general level of consciousness. Those that recognize it more fully help to raise it even more.
Those that fully realize the infinite nature of man, they lift the whole world.
You can find it, my dears. It’s well documented. I’m one of many, many who have realized it and I’m pleased to share it.
What an intense week. For most humans on this planet, the chaos is felt. It is disconcerting, for me, to witness the insanity on so many levels.
Daily, I must remind myself to look at this from a higher perspective.
To imagine I’m seeing the whole puzzle from an aerial view … to soften and widen my narrow, small-minded personal viewpoint.
This higher looking – that I must remind myself to practice – always draws out a more compassionate understanding.
But I am not adept yet. Far from it.
In fact, I’ve been falling apart frequently.
This falling apart is something I’m not normally accustomed to, and so it has been extremely unnatural for me to “lose it“
The first of emotional breakdowns happened earlier this week …
I was forced to have a Covid nose swab at MSK prior to a radiation simulation. Having been there every single week for the past year without this test, I was infuriated at the complete lack of logic to insist I have the test now. My disbelief and distrust in the accuracy of the testing process only worsened the matter for me.
My rebellious resistance against nonsensical, man-made rules and regulations that infringe upon my natural God-given freedom.
I could have said NO to the swab test. But then I’d not be able to be simulated for the scheduled radiation treatment my doctors recommended, which I had finally agreed to do.
SO I LET THEM DO IT.
How I hated myself for that. For sacrificing my beliefs. For consenting to what felt like a violation of my rights. For giving in.
From my toes to the crown of my head, I became inflated with rage, with self loathing.
Standing in the parking lot I cried out loud, God, please take me now, I don’t want to live on this earth anymore.
My husband witnessed this. This poor man who has stood by my side through the entire cancer drama. Watching his wife have a breakdown over what appeared to him nothing to be upset about.
“Do you think you’re the ONLY ONE with cancer here?” Was his attempt to snap me back to some sort of reality.
I was behaving like a crazy woman.
You don’t understand. This is against everything I believe.
That day my entire being was shook to the core. It was 24 hours before I regained some emotional balance. Only to fall back down again today.
I DID IT AGAIN!
I signed the consent form to the MSK Trial for Clinical Research.
“I’ll do it, but hear me, this is it, I’m done. After this, no more.”
“Okay, Jan, I’m with you. I agree and will support your decision to quit after this.”
But all I could think was, What am I doing? Have I gone completely fucking insane?How could I let myself do this again? A fucking science experiment, a lab rat!
The view from above … boy did I lose it.
I let myself get lost and sucked into the personal mind’s drama and the global mind’s propaganda.
God, please help us see from your clear view above.From your perfectly balanced seat of movement and rest.
Saturday was my great-nephew’s 5-year-old birthday party. It was one of those days when the weather is so magnificent you almost can’t believe how beautiful the earth actually is.
So I took the long drive, to be with family who I haven’t seen in a while. To celebrate and enjoy watching the children play outside together.
It was a glorious day for an outdoor party. Great food, conversation, laughter, stories, kids on the trampoline and the clown makeup and balloons.
However, there was something very strange about the day for me. A lingering feeling. An indescribable sense of lightness, a mistiness – kind of how you feel in the steam room when the solid objects are sort of blurred. It was not only the haziness that lingered throughout the day, but there was also the intense presence of my deceased mother. No, I did not think she was there, I knew – yes, I KNOW – my mother was there with us the entire time.
One of the grandmas at the party mentioned to me that my smile reminded her of my mom, and she said, “how she loved to talk and to be with the children.”
I said, “Yes, I know. And she’s here with us today.”
Except, my comment was not made as a casual figure of speech.
On the drive home, the setting sun left the sky so picturesque that I was in awe for the entire ride. Not that that’s so unusual for me. However, it was more intensely felt because I did not feel separate from what I was admiring. I was the sky.
I cannot even explain it any better than that. And it wasn’t until my friend, Annette, shared this video with me this morning that I found a way for it to be expressed with a little more clarity.
Carolyn Myss, 2019 live in Canada is a talk about faith, miracles, prayer, and mysticism. These little blurbs really resonate with me, especially after yesterday’s experience. (these are paraphrased excerpts)
What’s required for a miracle is that you have such regard for yourself – the more you trust heaven the closer it gets.
Self-esteem at the soul level is the ability to be able to be given an experience that nobody else has, and you can withstand the doubt of a tsunami of people coming at you. If you require the enforcement of other people you cannot be given an experience that only you can substantiate. You’re too fragile, everyone’s doubt will turn into your rage. That’s because other peoples’ doubt for you is personal. It’s not until their doubt means nothing to you that you can handle an experience that only you know is real. So their doubt means nothing. Nobody’s’ fear scares you, nobody’s illness scares you; What’s there to be afraid of? There’s nothing on earth to be afraid of because your soul knows better.
You pray like you’re crazy.
Okay God, I don’t know how to pray with you yet, but I’ll listen, I’m coming for you, come get me.
Start there. There’s no need for petition prayer. That’s irrelevant. Don’t pray for stuff.
Take me down deep, show me the reason you gave me life and keep me on that route.
Turn the light on, show me the reason.
Let me face what I do not want to see.
That’s how you pray.
Let me do no harm with my dark side while I encounter it.