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"I MUST GIVE SOMETHING BACK to all of these peace keepers that have led the way," I said to myself. I wasn't even sure what I wanted or needed, but this led me down the hallway of my higher knowing to the door, which took me to a new experience on planet Earth.
"It is not right," IT said inside - this believer within me that could not believe itself, time and time again, after e-mail after e-mail had been sent, half believing, half un-believing the story. It would tell itself time and time again, "You cannot please everybody. You must surrender to the cause." Focus. Have concern again for others. You must have stars in your eyes again, Master, but only to strengthen their focus on God. Famished, I took to the heavens with my pleas for help, for device. An empty conduit flooded with every gift furnished to a devout Catholic nun, Buddhist princess, and Christian devotee shoved, like corn in a chipmunk's cheeks, into one unique space. A space that could not seem to hold space, time, and distance rightfully or to any good end. I guess it's what they call "growing up" - learning how to refine these spiritual tools and be one amongst them who teaches them how to grow, discern, look lovingly for the rest as time bobbles one up and down through the sandcastles of romance, prettiness, age, and dis-ease. It was time to settle into myself and own my power.
Never before had I known a juice so splendid. Its taste on my lips could whet my palate for an entire year, even more. But I had to have more... why choose any other? There had I revealed to my owned self the truest path...
Never again would I forget the dearest memories that began to shift
an entire momentum of human-ness toward higher consciousness. How can I belittle anything when anything's right? Moreover, how could I choose to do anything when very little matches, intends to match, or is even capable or willing, once known, to match the dignity with which I root myself further into this earth? I choose to lead a little trail of vapor. Light and ether. I will die. Throughout history, I will die, and in my revolution as a turning human being, I will die. Over and over again. Stopping and changing it. This is not the end, dear friends. It is the very beginning. Prepare ye the way for brightest days ahead, and if you travel, travel lightly and fixate, out the corners of your eyes, on the perpendicular straight pathways which lead to the heavens, without remorse, beckoning you to climb, knowing full well that you have the mind and the right to do so but travel blissfully in a horizontal plane and do the same. We all have each other.
Bear witness to it, Creators. Understand that many Christians seem to forget themselves as they house hatred, but so do we, as we silence our minds to the pure potential and lighthood of all men when we focus on their forgetting. A monumental mistake in the bringing forth of vision. A grave danger in all efforts attempting to bring more of heaven to earth. Be patient, love and light bearers. Trouble yourselves no more with which way should I go, what more can I do? Be practical in all matters, and have the personality enough to make the joy ride a happy one. Play good enough tunes to sing along, and sing! How a mother spends her time with her children is ultimately how she must spend her time with the glory of her creation - her entire spread, from church to aisle (grocery store, that is), from seed to sower, from grandmamas and elders of the tribe to newborn babies - they all must be touched by her hand, the free-floating hand of her undying love, with brushes of sensual awareness that caress each one constantly and consistently, contentedly, as she gives purpose to herself in heavier or lighter strokes, for she can feel every bristle and the sweetness with which they mount themselves against light and color beyond her sincerity and control.
Working within one's self to permeate all beings with love before, during, and after your arrival and departure is a gift. Which can also be taught and worked upon. Through sincere motivation and a devout heart, listening to rapture as the goal and mission and to reality, as it is so painstakingly colored by all those who participate in it, as the crayons the box has filled. Dream. A light-filled, lovely world. Emptiness will get us there in a flash. Do-ers in part, we must get there together and without hesitation. Faster does sometimes mean furious. So dwindle as you must. © Amy Jin Schmelzer, 2007 |
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place to go exquisitely deeper into myself. Where it was o-kay to do
that. Not wacky at all. Just my own way of having the time to thread
through the corners of my entrails without having anybody call me crazy
or feeble-minded or wasting my time and effort. I wanted to taste blood
in the form of my own hands and feet moving in light waves and washes,
in the right patterns, in the right timing, enraptured, to the cadence
of the music of my soul.
Increasingly,
I was brought to the realization that owning my own heart had nothing
to do with harnessing or even holding onto anything. It was a prayer,
danced in silence, through the corners of my mind, that when acknowledged
by an ancient soul residing inside a present-day personality, was held
accountable by the mere fact that it knew. Like a vacuous morsel of
crumbcake feeding off the air around the pan in which it stood. There
was no holding action in the body, mind, or spirit, other than resting
a fixed mind's eye on that information which it was willing to learn.
A remembrance in time of truest nature, whether it had done so before
or vaguely remembered it from before. In another time, another way,
or through sheaths of hungry others that had danced their way through
victory and left remarkable trails of ether or light for others to follow.
I was hungry, so I had tasted the juices of the pomegranate seed left
behind.
And
what a revolution it was! A star big enough to light the way for a thousand
remarkable countrymen just like it, who would then leave trails of light
and ether for flocks - gold mines in races and religions - of seekers/joiners
ten thousands more...
May
I remind you that, over the course of time, there have been many that
have traveled the straighter pathways to God, focused on the up and
beyond, whereas now, the entire planet is needing to be doused in the
flesh-covered unconditional love that Jehovah has witnessed time and
time again.