We are one consciousness

(The following excerpt is from an article by Steven M. Greer, M.D. This article beautifully expresses that unity of consciousness, of which we are all immersed and part of.  His call to oneness, awareness and mutuality echoes through our time here and all our spiritual quests.)

One Universe, One People

by Steven M. Greer, M.D.
Copyright 1991

One of the greatest tasks humanity has faced throughout history is the establishment of peace and unity among differing and diverse peoples. Superficial, external and cultural distinctions such as gender, race, ethnic origin, nationality, religion and so forth have long divided humanity and been the cause of much warfare and social turmoil. It is only in the last 100 or so years that humans have seriously begun to explore worldwide our points of unity and begun to overcome the barriers which have separated humanity. Central to this evolutionary process has been the dynamic of at once accepting and celebrating diversity while simultaneously seeing the fundamental oneness which all humans share. This dynamic of unity – seeing with the eye of oneness – is the essential foundation for lasting world peace and prosperity, and will be the motivating principle of the next millennium. The long and painful process of overcoming prejudice and embracing humanity’s essential oneness, while by no means yet complete, has brought us to the dawn of a true world-encircling community of one people. The recognition that mankind is one, that race, nationality, gender, religion and so on are secondary to our shared humanness, may well be the crowning achievement of the 20th century.

But what does it mean to be human, essentially human, apart from a purely biological definition? Our deepest point of unity transcends race, culture, gender, profession, life roles, even level of intelligence or emotional make- up, since all these attributes vary widely among people. Rather, the foundation of human oneness is consciousness itself, the ability to be conscious, self-aware, intelligent sentient beings. All other human qualities arise from this mother of all attributes. Conscious intelligence is the root essence from which all other human qualities emanate. It is the universal and fundamentally pure canvas on which the dazzling array of human life manifests. The firmest, most enduring and transcendent foundation on which human unity is based then, is consciousness itself, for we are all sentient beings, conscious, self-aware, and intelligent. No matter how diverse two people or two cultures may be, this foundation of consciousness will enable unity to prevail, as it is the simplest yet most profound common ground which all humans share.

As great as the challenges to unity have been and continue to be for humans, how much greater might this be for the emerging and embryonic relationship between humans and extraterrestrial civilizations. The superficial and cultural differences between, say, an American and a Kenyan tribesman may pale before it! If disunity and conflict arise when we look only to the differences between humans, how much greater will the potential disunity and conflict be if we are able only to focus on the points of difference between humans and extraterrestrial beings. The failed and disastrous ways of the past – of seeing only differences and foreign qualities – must give way to a new way of seeing, of seeing with the eye of oneness. This eye of oneness must be directed not only towards our fellow humans, but towards extraterrestrial people as well, for the same fundamental basis for unity which exists among humans also exists for the relationship between humans and extraterrestrials ....

(for the rest of the article see www.SiriusDisclosure.com

Only love never dies

Empty Tea Cups

Softly clad in new white socks, Eric felt boundless as he slid over the shiny hardwood floors of the ancient house on his way down the long hall to the library. He felt more like an Indiana Jones explorer than a city architect. Stealthily, he reached to open the large heavy oak doors but was surprised as they swung open.  He had a sense someone was on the other side pushing open the old doors that hung on hundred-year-old framing and hinges. He was concerned about waking the others in the house in the middle of the night, and was relieved the doors opened quietly and easily.

The full moon beamed beautifully through the large crescent window at the end of the hall casting a mysterious surrealism to Eric's midnight excursion.  The library was just what you'd expect in this dusty timeless stone mansion.  No one was sure even when it was built.  It just seemed to have always been there and was such a fixture on the rural landscape just outside the city's limits that no one ever noticed it anymore.  It was just there - a magnificent gem among cul-de-sacs of newly built homes and booming shopping malls. 

The dark aged oak floors were covered in deeply hued burgundy, blue and gold oriental rugs.  A large table was under a large stained glass window while ornate bronze carvings of poets and princes posed on shelves amid a wide variety of books reflecting world history and literature and thought from the dawning of recorded history.  There were scrolls and wall hangings, painted portraits of lovely ladies and children playing among flower gardens.  It was an immense library, stretching down several wide avenues radiating from the hub where that large table was centered under the beautiful stained glass window which refracted the brilliant white moonlight into a kaleidoscopic radiance.

The mansion had been owned by a successful philanthropist who made his money from the invention of a simple piece of technology valued by the then evolving cell phone industry.  No one knew exactly what that obscure device was because Thomas and Amelia Andrews were better known for establishing hospitals and refuges for those who were left wounded and homeless in several wars in the Middle East during the second decade of the 21st century. 

Eric remembered reading about this exceptional couple in the newspapers and had made a mental note to make time to couple a visit to their mansion/museum with a little family vacation on his way to a budding new project in another.  The media, which was often more interested in reporting the bad news of the day, couldn't avoid reporting on the Andrews' work in Africa especially.  On a more artistic architectural side, Eric was also intrigued by the late Gothic style of the mansion and other unique architectural details  evident even down to the fence and gardens. 

"It is as magical as a child's imagination but with a scholarly sophistication," he thought, tenderly picking up a well polished teak wood music box, expertly carved with a couple heron standing in shallow water, one dipped down to catch a small fish, another looking away.

In their pursuit to help so many around the world, the couple had found their way into ancient monasteries, stumbled among ruins of bygone cultures and civilizations, and lost their weariness over the terror of their day in the beauty and hope of the writings of the world's long forgotten poets, idealistic dreamers, peacemakers and other leaders imparting socio-political wisdom in their work, lives and writing. 

There was also a collection of rare musical instruments including three Strativarius violins, a Chickering grand piano, lutes, mandolins, a harpsicord.  They were arranged randomly as if those who had played the instruments had simply vanished leaving the instruments on their seats with sheets of music strewn nearby. It seemed as if time had stood still in this remarkable library which was also a museum of sorts.  

Lately, Eric had been working in a similar vein to theirs. He'd been  inspired by their work revealed in that newspaper article several years ago. Then his own early childhood poverty and determination to make a better life for himself and his younger brother, Adam, had awakened his social conscience, motivated him to go to college and serve as a role model to Adan, who might otherwise have fallen prey to the drug gang down the street in their humble neighborhood. Adam followed his brother's footsteps and went to college and then medical school and was now in the second year of his medical residency for the sole purposes of providing low cost medical care to the poor and homeless. 

The brothers had restored an old convent, adjacent to a gorgeous old downtown cathedral, into housing for the homeless.  It was dignified by offering privacy in an apartment setting for families and couples and a kind of boarding school style housing for the single men.  In fact, the wing for the single men also offered treatment programs for addiction recovery as well as counseling and employment resources and vocational training. Special care was provided for the children. All the services, from medical care to daycare and after school programming, was offered on a volunteer basis by area clergy, small business owners, social workers, nurses, teachers and religious sisters. 

Eric's dream had been deeply inspired by this philanthropic couple who were ahead of their time more than 20 years ago when they launched their first school for girls in the Congo, which was then, quite possibly the darkest, hottest and most desperate place in the world. Yet, it didn't stop there and that was the piece Eric was most curious about when he decided to spend a weekend with his wife and two daughters in the old museum's guest quarters.

"There's a fine line between satisfying the ego's need for recognition and acclaim bt offering grandiose social recovery projects and that deep earnest spiritual thirst to fuel the spirit through an authentic divine encounter," he'd written in his own best seller Streetwise Spirituality.  Their city street project, with its cutting edge consensus application of all human services, is on the city council's watch list.  But so far, the peace and collaboration even among those it serves is uplifting to the community. Even the critical media was loving his and Adam's work. 

"It almost seems that as Amelia and Thomas poured their efforts into helping the world's most marginalized, the positivity of their outwardly directed energy compounded back on them, increasing their own spiritual energy,"  he wondered to himself. 

At first their world projects launched a domino effect.  Others mimicked their good works until it became almost fashionable for celebrities to start schools and shelters, but this couple was different.  At first they were in the news often, but later they almost became reclusive with a small group of colleagues.  

Eric and his wife, Ann, were finding this together as well as they worked with the marginalized respectively. The love and energy they gave, rebounded back to them increasing their energy, enthusiasm and interestingly their bank account. That had been a mystery to them, but late one night after a particularly tiring day, Ann mentioned that to Eric. They didn't know how or why that happened but the next day, happily, they picked up where they'd left off the day before and continued on.

Ann was a registered nurse and volunteered as a case worker at a rural migrant farm and was often called to help with some of the medical needs at other sites throughout the country. During the wars, the United States had taken in millions of refugees from around the world, literally making the previous Mexican border problem almost non-existant.  The Mexicans had changed the cultural texture of the country in a colorful and positive way. Their friendly humility and willingness to work the lowest jobs helped support the economy as it slowly staggered back onto its feet.  They were among the first to volunteer at these bulging migrant camps.

Together, Amelia and Thomas had found a profound spiritual awareness, a beautiful cohesion with all there is, even a heightened awareness that all of life, from the saddest starving child to the most beautifully designed cathedral, was part of this awesome world in which they lived. The more they looked, the more they saw the cohesion, the alignment of what some would have thought were random occurrences which were rather an increasingly visible design. There is, as there always has been, a design, an intelligent pattern to it all.  

Art was the gathering of that intelligence into an expression that allowed both the artist and the viewer to enter into the very presence of that intelligence, that pattern which drew one in like a great spiritual vacuum into another dimension.  It created awe as it evoked awe, a wonderment, an inner acknowledgement that we are all somehow part of this incredibly coherent, cognizant design.    

They realized that if they submitted to that creative process, to that awesome coherencing, they would be "danced" and in their conscious collaboration with that dancing spiritually, they would bring themselves and their work into alignment with the great creator - that intelligent presence who created order out of what only seemed to be chaos.  So, they did.  They began to adore all the world's great religions, all cultures, all art, all music, all people.  

Out of their passion for the brilliance of human endeavor and creation, they slipped into an altered state of joy.  It was joy beyond anything they'd ever known, or found among the ordinary lives, but they found it in the ancient Islamic Sufis, in the Christian Franciscans and among some of the ancient writings still untranslated from the Sanskrit.  Most of all they loved the Sufis and it was in that moonlight of that ancient spirituality, which existed before Islam, they met God.  In that meeting, they accepted even more their very existence. 

"In their acceptance at first, they opened internally to a kind of flow which tapped into an even deeper resource of energy and knowledge,"  Eric thought out loud as he strolled through the halls of the library, looking at the spiritually inspired art, and sculpture and catching titles in English and other languages, even odd markings of heiroglyphics, Sanskrit, Hindi, Arabic and Hebrew.

"It might be as simple as staying centered in the moment, accepting whatever is in your life at this very moment by not pushing or pulling at life, not wishing for more or regretting the past or even worrying at all, that one is able to slip into a kind of net of peace," he thought, noting the resonance with Jesus' counsel to the disciples not to worry.

This gave a new and clearer - even practical meaning to that scripture," he thought, recalling the verses from Matthew he learned as a child, "do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?"

He saw the practicality of that scripture powerfully meaningful.  He thought it was a lack of real understanding of what it meant that had evaded the Church.  He glanced back mentally at the Church's sad decline over the last half century and was grateful the words were still there, if only to add understanding to his - and the Andrews' spiritual discovery.  

"If that descent into acceptance led to tapping into the 'river of life,' the peace and power of God's divine universality, what would be the next level and what attitude might hasten it?" he wondered, "could it be hastened, could it be fueled by something more.

He bookmarked that thought for the time being as he explored the library a bit more before returning to their quarters upstairs for breakfast with the girls. He mentally noted the idea warranted further exploration over a glass of wine with Ann later.

He was struck by the simplicity of it all. It was that simple.  It was all so amazingly simple.  What happened to this awesome couple, no one knows.  They were known to spend many hours in this library, but one day, when the maid came to bring them tea, their book were there, the soft breeze from their fragrant gardens that filled their library seemed to whisper to her.  They were there, but they weren't anymore.  She didn't know what to make of it.  But, it was there at that table where she poured the tea into the delicately painted floral tea cups and where she returned an hour later to remove the empty tea cups. 

سلام الله عليكم ... Sharing Peace

Rainbow colored light filtered through the ancient stained glass windows of the old Gothic cathedral, majestically present in the busy downtown business section of the city. Centuries of worship were evident in that old place. Bronze placards remembering long dead parishioners glistened in the dim light under the windows,  small candles flickered on a table adjacent to the railing between the altar area and the pews.  Traces of smokey incense lingered, lending an other worldliness to the place.

Unaware of ambulances streaking through downtown to the nearby hospital or of the three young men arguing loudly across the street or even of the news crew up the street covering a recent bank break in, they prayed. Reverently, passionately, they prayed, each one immersed in his or her own inner world yet joined by their common desire to know God and love God, even to learn more how to know God better.

After they listened to the readings from the Gospel and letters, they heard a reading from the Hebrew scriptures, which were still honored at each Mass as they had been from the beginning more than 2000 years ago. Then, after all that, they paused. It was a kind of communal intermission between acts. In that brief interlude, there was a great joining together, as one people before entering into the deeper devotion that would follow. The second part was at least as ancient as the Hebrew scriptures. It was a kind of inner "holy of the holies," reflecting symbolically that which had been the inner sanctum of the temple where the Hebrew priest would meet with God. Then, it was an actual place in the temple rather than the common spiritual encounter with the holy found in Christianity's Eucharist.

It is in that great pause between the two parts of the service that is found much hope for humanity. In that profoundly simple and powerfully spiritual moment, the priest turns to the congregation and says, "The peace of the lord be with you," as the congregation chants back, "and also with you."

Then, softly a hundred hushed voices stir the fragrant space as each one turns to another and repeats, "The peace of the lord be with you." As is the custom, that one greets the other's outstretched hand, and in a beautiful breath of peace, of hope, of longing, of friendship, even of faith, repeats back, "and also with you."  

Finally, after that long pause for peace, as if they were now ready to enter into that deeper place, the priest says to them ... "The Lord be with you," to which they recant together, "And with your spirit."  

It is almost as if by inviting the peace of God into their midst, which is then shared among them, they have already invited God to be with them and the priest is merely declaring what is already evident.  God is present in God's peace, which has been invited and then declared present.  

On that same morning, in another setting, an old woman in hijab walks slowly at least six paces behind an old man, presumably her husband.  It's a hot morning, already close to 80 degrees and yet her head is covered in a heavy scarf and her outer garments look heavy and extend to her feet, covered in slippers.  Like every other morning, this elderly couple walk, single file, down the busy street, wait for the cross walk light to change and then down to a nearby Halal grocery store.  Silently, heads down, they walk.  

On my way to work, a route which I share with them on foot each morning, I can't help but wonder what their lives have witnessed, where they are from, what atrocities might they have experienced. The newspaper headlines are full of what is going on in their part of the world.  My heart breaks for what their homelands might be enduring.  The obvious cultural distinction is in every aspect of this couple's daily routine. I gasp that the woman would be clothed as heavily on a hot day. I wonder what it feels like to dress like that every day. Then I wonder what she must be thinking of my attire and obvious delight in the sunny morning and my own personal sense of freedom.

As I passed the couple, I glanced at the woman, smiling at her as she looks at me in a kind of vacant gaze. Even her face doesn't reveal her  thoughts or views.  It seems each morning is the same, only my wardrobe allows me more variety than hers.  Hers is the same scarf, the same slippers, the same gait, the seemingly same routine everyday.

Then, one morning, when I smiled at her, she smiled back.  I was absolutely delighted.  As I passed her, I whispered to her, "Asalam alikum (The peace of Allah be upon you)."  She nodded and barely below a soft whisper she uttered back, "Alikum salam."

"and also with you."  Actually it translates into " Upon you be the peace of Allah."

Oh my God, I cried inside my head and heart ...... God, what a miracle that moment was!!  We exchanged the peace, interculturally, interreligiously, internationally!  We did it.  We honestly did just that.  It wasn't just an ordinary thing.  This was what our faiths are all about.  They are about peace, about God's peace because actually there isn't any other kind of real peace.  It is in the heart first, then the will and then finally, and most importantly, in the breath, extended, given, and received.  

In that moment, we did something I wish the entire world would do.  We prayed together in a simple sharing of the peace.  God is present wherever God's peace is invited and shared.  God was with us and also, wherever God is - whenever two or more are gathered in God's name - peace is.

I share this with you because it is a true story, a real miracle moment, and I know today when I walk up to my job, I will see her again, a woman who is a mysteriously different human being, with a different past and clearly a different present and future, both who has now become a friend - even if all that friendship encompasses is a smile, shared, and under our breath, softly whispered, "سلام الله عليكم,".... and upon the whole world. Amen

Honoring the Beloved

                              Commitment to another is impossible without commitment first to self. 
                              Those who try to act in a selfless way are putting the cart before the horse. 
                              Embrace the self first and then you can go beyond it. It is the ultimate
                              surrender to the divine within.

                             The beloved comes into being with the commitment to self. 
                             He or she manifests outwardly as soon as that commitment is
                             trustworthy. Then the outer commitment and the inner one go together. 
                             In worshippnig the beloved, one worships the divine self that lives in
                             many bodies.  This is sacred relationship.  Few meet the beloved in this life
                             for few have learned to honor themselves and heal from the inside out. *  

Life is an awesome magical mystery tour, a rich and challenging adventure in which we draw to ourselves that which matches what and who we are.  Whatever is challenging us invites us to overcome an existing (and sometimes limiting) belief we have about ourselves.  Like the thorn in the lion's paw, those problems require us to find and remove the belief that's coloring our view of the situation.  Those very challenges are the mountains in our lives that we can move.

We've all internalized what others have said to us and how others have defined us.  If those limiting beliefs we hold are not helping us fill our lives with pure joy, love, abundance and enlightenment, we need to forgive them, cast them out. Often what we think someone has done to us, is really only a mirror of what we either believe we deserve or what we are also doing to another.  We are either mirroring someone else or they are mirroring us.

Much of our time is spent jousting with windmills, thinking we've been injured and are consequently victims when that feeling of injury is only our perspective, our interpretation and a thought we assigned to an action which we had also drawn to ourselves. All of us are being invited to change our perspectives of being victims of circumstances, take responsibility for those events and forgive ourselves (and those to whom we assign blame) for the less than desirable events that are sabotaging our joy.

All moderm psychology (and eastern spirituality) invites us to do a thorough and deep cleaning of our beliefs with the best cleansing agent known to mankind:  forgiveness. Only through forgiveness, expressed in our willingness to forgive the one whom we feel has injured us, that we are healed and empowered. 

Paul Ferrini, author of the above You Tube, is one of my favorite mystical teachers.  He has written the timeless Reflections of the Christ Mind series, which I love and hope will inspire you.  

Enjoy.

*The Silence of the Heart,  Paul Ferrini, p. 43-44.

A Wonderfully Wise Man

Everything in the universe constantly gives off an energy pattern

of a specific frequency that remains for all time

and can be read by those who know how. 

Every word, deed, and intention creates a permanent record. 

Every thought is known and recorded forever. 

There are no secrets; nothing is hidden, nor can it be. 

            Our spirits are naked in time for all to see -

everyone's life, finally, is accountable to the unvierse. *

- David R. Hawkins, M.D, Ph.D

The late David R. Hawkins was one of the world's most awakened, enlightened human beings in the good company of civilization's greatest mystics, saints and wisemen.  He left a considerable amount of information on consciousness rising and how a raised level of consciousness combined with your desired outcome, intention, actually causes that which is in your mind to materialize. 

By raising our consciousness level, we increase our power to attract our intentions into our lives.  Perhaps we always knew this, but the actual way to do it has eluded us or confused those who equated spiritual development with religion and thus were lost in the diverse methods promulgated by the many different world religions. 

Hawkins furthered the science of "applied kinesiology" as a means of determining the truthfulness and accuracy of a statement using muscle testing and a system of numbers from 1 - 1000.  He also used it as way of measuring levels of spiritual maturity (i.e. Hawkins himself was a 1000) It's a vast new science which measures an individual's level of  enlightenment using a "map of consciousness" which Hawkins developed.  This map helps those seeking to identify where they are on the consciousness rising scale and what is the next step. This method assists the spiritual seeker on the path to enlightenment. 

Hawkins' applied kinesiology identifies those who are destructive, harmful to life and those who are constructive, helpful. For example, those who are the least enlightened (and most destructive) are often immersed in heavy emotional turmoil or illness and are often angry, violent, selfish and untruthful and may score below 100 on Hawkins' map. Those who are loving and generous, patient and seeking enlightenment would show up higher on the scale at 500 or above.  Love's number is 500. Liberty, freedom and democracy score a 700 as does the United States' Constitution, Declaration of Independence and Abe Lincoln's Gettysburg Address.  We all land somewhere on that scale which is a powerful tool to help us grow up spiritually.  More information about this is in his book, Power vs. Force.

On this short You-Tube, whenever Hawkins mentions numbers he is referring to that scale.  His idea takes Lawrence Kohlberg's theory of moral development and Eric Erickson's scale of behavioral evolution to a whole new level.  This is only a tiny sampling of Hawkins' wisdom. There is much more available at Amazon, Powell's books, your public library and on You-Tube. 

*  Power vs. Force, p. 149; (Hay House, 2002)

Lighting the World

We all carry within us an inner lamp, drawing from a limitless well of light, which we can access from within our imagination. That light is our spiritual light, the source of our being, our creativity, our "goodness." The light in you shines out into the world, merging with the light of all others.  The urgency to uplift our hurting world begs us to discover and turn up our inner lanterns.

Can you see it, radiantly glowing within the inner chamber of your mind?  When you catch sight of it, it dances, glowing brighter as you look at it. It almost rejoices at your consciousness peeking at it as if it's waited millenia for you to find it. The very act of looking at it, seems to delight it and it responds by glowing brighter.  That lamp, placed within your soul from the beginning of time, is fueled by the One who is source of all that is. 

This One who is all that is and source of all that is, is both genius and energy of creation. The One is the ultimate consciousness of creation, ultimate intelligence, power and perfection.  And, in the absence of a better word, both Creator and substance of creation are love.  Intellectually we understand "love" as that which links people and which uplifts us, fills us with inspiration, joy, hope and meaning. It is also what leads us to be better people, more loving, more generous, less selfish. While this quality of love can be felt, experienced in the soul of our being, it is also the ultimate quality and power of creation, cohering thought with matter to create, even empowering thought with focused, intentional emotion for healing.  

Love feels good because it leads us to create more life, which we were created to do. It is that inner flame flaring forth. It is the upsurging of creative light, energy and power from that inner well. It is the spiritual blood in our veins and it always moves outwardly, flowing away from its source, toward life, toward others.  It also sings out loud to uplift, heal, embrace, comfort and embrace.

Love is good because it is positively charged, proactive, creative and life-building, rather than destructive.  It actually has an energy, a vibration which we can feel. And, it feels good. When we feel it, it means we are working with and in alignment with our creator, which is our destiny.  It is truth. It is authentic reality.

Perhaps most of all, love is wise.  It contains an inspired intelligence which offers vision and guidance in how to love others.  To simply love, blindly, may leave one vulnerable resulting in being a servant to evil.  To authentically love, is to love wisely, potently with the intelligence inherent in divine love.  Wise love helps you see what you need to see and how to focus your intention to love, to heal, and to uplift another. 

It may know why the other is disconnected from his or her own source / center and what in that person - or persons' - past has stunted their spiritual growth or built a huge boulder of fear, or taught them money is more valuable than the spirit of love, or that judgment is the way of the divine rather than creativity, acceptance and forgiveness. 

Love listens and learns about the deepest needs of the other, the others' wounds, and how to apply the right spiritual medicine to those wounds. Love is able to step outside its own realm of need and hear the other fully.

Evil, however, in this polarity world, is not real (not in the big meaning of real) because nothing real and eternal is anything other than creative. Evil is actually a lie, albeit a terribly painful one.  It is an illusionary twisted notion causing us to act, and react, to its mistaken understanding of reality.  It is essentially non-creative and is quite literally anti-life. As it is a symptom of being disconnected from that inner lamp, that well of ultimate source, it needs to prey on others for its life source by seducing - through manipulation or control - others into its web. 

It actively moves destructively against creation, and consequently against life. It is also a reaction to what is and is based on fear and ignorance. It is based on false evidence (appearing real.) So, it's already short circuited and limited. Ultimately, it is powerlessness, yet it appears to be powerful because it threatens to (and does) kill and destroy, feeding on the energy of the terrible drama it creates.  

Recently, the new Pope urged us to "respond to evil with good."  This is a necessary, yet challenging task, one that requires great wisdom. We are all caught up in an illusionary stage of reality and we all are tempted constantly to believe what we see, rather than see what we believe. 

There is no question that the world is teetering on a perilious cliff of destruction and yet we still have time, an opportunity, to tip our collective future in another direction.  We must wake up.  We must take a stand.  We must choose life, choose love.  Since love is the creative power of the unvierse, it is our only weapon against the darker forces that lurk in the darkness and yet when the lights are turned on aren't there at all.   We can choose to only see the good, to look beyond what seems to present itself before us and look beyond it.  We can keep looking and looking until we find that small lamp within the other person and by looking at their lamp, we help turn up the God-light, the goodness, within them.  By loving, we draw out the love that is there - really is there - in the other person. 

If people all over the world did that - returned evil with good - loved the person not the deed - could they help to transform this hurting world?  If who we are - who we choose to be rather than who we feel like being sometimes - we might find that inviting our light to shine in grace, love, patience and beauty outwardly, our own light would warm us as well as those who are not particularly as loving. I truly think that we will see the truth in life and be blessed with power and love and wisdom as we do this and find ourselves ascending into a much more evolved and fuller version of ourselves. That is my hope for myself and the world, all of us.