I don’t remember a time when I was not aware of and “in love” with Jesus, and his presence in my life has lend stability and strength, courage, determination, ease and rest. He has always been a solace to me. I say that just because I like thinking about him, but too, because it needs to be said, because of the way his work was deified, and the cultural demands for blood sacrifice if anyone breathe a word of doubt,.
Obviously, this has changed, eased, right? Expressions of faith and knowledge have become more visible, more acceptable, more accessible, more visible, at the least.
I want to say and aside about this, because I think the same sentiment can be used toward one’s chosen sexual expression, but, when you think about it, everyone has a relationship with what is termed God. Creator, That thing. Everyone. Is it not true that when in estrangement, one is still in relationship? There are so many languages in full conversation with God. What else is to be expected? Everyone has a thing with God of their very own. Their explanation. Their Truth. And for some, this Truth is personified as Jesus.
Some find it quizzical that I could feel this way about a beloved and sacred holy one here, and still have awareness of bigger reality. How does that all fit in, and doesn’t it shake Jesus’ importance or significance somehow? Of course, that is not the case, but to see a beautiful galactic interpretation of the koan of the prodigal son is at once helpful and deeply instructive.
The tale, the koan or parable of the prodigal son has been one of the many pieces I carry with me from the bible, but not until I finished up these last months in stark contrast, dark and light, harm and non-harm, that I see how understandable it is our impatience and sense of urgency So close are we to all that comes.
Again and again through this video was a message. It is a message that has been coming in whole and repetitively:
THE LIGHT QUOTIENT HAS CHANGED. THE LAST SEVEN DAYS. IT IS OVER, IT’S OVER, IT’S OVER.
Although my doubting Thomas has put up arguments against, and reminded me of the truth that calamity is real and potential, always, that is what is the oddest. I just can’t believe that anymore. I was such a believer in the doubt. Think of the adjustments!
But they are happy ones…Again through the tape, smiling in relief and in sure knowledge, realizing it is as true within as it is and will be without, I am pleased to offer this tape to you today.
I am smiling, because it is a long one. It is fascinating, and I can]t wait to review it in leisure. So I am literally going to now go pop two bags of Orville’s caramel corn, pour a beverage, and settle in to have my mind soothed and my heart blown open in love and joy and the certainty of the sanity of having held out hope, of having held the light, of being open to what is happening now, before our eyes.
Get a snack, settle in and enjoy a tale of ascension, for those on the path. Namaste!