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Head’s Up: If you want to skip the emotion-dump, my prayer is at the bottom.

What Appears to Be Hell

Today, September 21, is the International Day of Peace, designated by the United Nations as a yearly observance of the possibility of peace on our planet. Right. I can’t find it in me to feel it. That’s unusual for me because I’m an eternal optimist, a person that can find my way through to the Eternal Presence (aka Spirit or God) at the darkest of times. But not this year. I realize my last post was awhile ago, and in the midst of my Dark Night of the Soul, and I run the risk of appearing like a doom-sayer or debbie-downer. I don’t care.

Here in America, two more black men were killed by police this week. What I want to know is why the pattern is hard for so many people to see. At what point can we look it in the face and, in plain speak, say the way things are is not working for people of color? (Truthfully, it ain’t working for anyone, but some are more aware and more directly affected.) When can we quit taking personally the idea that we’re all infected, karmically so because of America’s history, and get on with a damn cure? I don’t want to bitch or try to present the facts. I’ve learned it doesn’t help. Those who see don’t need persuading and those who cannot see can’t be swayed, not until something shifts inside of them. And that brings me back to an essential truth, thank god: My job at this moment is to shift what’s inside of me, to restore my own self to right seeing, right thinking, right action. I can be restored through spiritual mind treatment, or affirmative prayer, so without further ramblings…

 

Proclaiming Heaven

Life is undivided wholeness. Love is omni-Presence. Light is an undimmable reality. Known by many names and yet un-nameable, this Life-Love-Light is Spiritual Essence, is G-o-d. This Presence is more than my awareness, truer than my doubts, and it indwells me though I rage at its apparent absence. There is but One Life and that life is my life now.

I speak my word and proclaim heaven in the midst of what appears to be hell, to stand firmly in the idea that there is more than what I see right now. I embrace my deep knowing that before, between and beyond the violence, injustice and upheaval that appear on the world stage, there is something more powerful, enduring and harmonious — Spiritual Truth. In this moment, I allow that Truth to have its way with me and restore me to peace, poise and power. Breath by breath, I am remembering; I am surrendering…… I. Am.

In the center of the center, I affirm that divine right action is revealed to me by my innermost Self. What is mine to do is, even at this very moment, becoming clear to me. Restored to my right mind, I am impelled to act in accordance with my most deeply held spiritual truth, and I become a way shower unto myself, my community and my planet. And it is enough; I am enough. My words are wings, and a balm across the Earth.

Truth known fully is truth demonstrated, and upon this I build a house of love, upon the bedrock of goodness. I. Am. That. I. Am. And I am made whole.

And So It Is / Ashé / Amen / Aho

 

There is a still small voice that calls to us, telling us that there is something that only we can do. A calling, a higher purpose, a passion, a way of being or doing in the world. But we sometimes ignore it — maybe we’re afraid of it or believe we’re not up to what feels like the impossible.

In this talk, Rev. Chris uses Christian scripture to illustrate that we are not alone in our callings or our fears. She also reminds us that it’s not just little old us that can make the vision happen; it’s actually the presence of Spirit in us and that, in fact, if we can do it ourselves, the vision isn’t big enough!

Metaphysician Ernest Holmes said the world has learned all it can through suffering; modern day researcher Brene Brown says we humans are built for struggle. How do we find middle ground in this seeming dichotomy and move forward so that we can stand in right relationship to our humanness? Chris shares the wisdom she learned in Alcoholics Anonymous and in the Science of Mind & Spirit to come to a practical and positive understanding of how to live in the balance.

I talk for a living and that’s a good thing. I love to talk. It’s something I can’t not do. Writing? Not so much. See, something happens when I write that doesn’t happen when I talk. When I talk, the words just sort of fly out of me — poof, they’re out there — and there is no time for me to ‘erase’ them or judge them or edit them (and yes, this is sometimes an issue). But when I write, that small lapse of time between the thought forming and the reproduction of that thought onto paper is just enough time for the infernal, internal critic to make her presence known. I could tell you all the things she says, but really, I’m sure you have your own version of her and one is definitely enough. The currency of the critic is fear, and man is she rich.

All that being said, this whole blogging thing… I’ve managed to put it off for three years now. Three is a nice number, a number representing wholeness, so I’m declaring that I am wholly finished putting this off and that I shall, dammit, I shall blog regularly, happily, and truthfully. I’d be pleased if someone actually reads this. But here’s what’s true: It is a spiritual practice for me to actually do something that I’m afraid to do, and the joy is in the overcoming of the fear, not in anyone’s recognition of it.

One more thing about doing something that you may be afraid to do. A brilliant teacher of mine once told me, on an occasion of great personal fear, that I should celebrate that fear. I thought she was nuts but had just enough respect for her to listen to her reasoning. She went on explain to my doubting mind that fear is a sign that we’re out of our comfort zone, and so when we feel it, we’re growing. It made sense then and it still does.

In a mostly outdated evolutionary sense, fear meant “Stop! Danger ahead,” and it served us by keeping us out of harm’s way, keeping us physically safe. But something has gone haywire, and our brains still tell us there’s danger even when there’s not. Actually, the real danger most of the time is that fear will keep us stuck and miserable, and the very mechanism that was meant to keep us safe now keeps us unnaturally frozen.

There. I’ve done it scared. I’m growing, and my spirit is a bit more free than it was thirty minutes ago. I hope you’ll try it; the freedom is worth it, and so are you.