May 23, 2024 Oh, my dear Ones! I am passing from the halls of thought into freedom from thinking. Today’s journaling represents this movement, not a path, not systematic steps, but Love of the Heart, Love of Self, release from mind-crippling paradigms which seek to figure out who I am. Choose to read this and choose …
September 14, 2023 I have a vision of birth in my right eye. My left sees encroaching death. This joy would assure me that I am alive, but then so many parts my life are dying. I have thought of birth and death as opposites, points on each end of a linear continuum. I have …
Relationship with JesusTomorrow Jess and I are being interviewed by Britney Shawley of Miracles of Mind Ministry. Britney would like to know about my relationship with Jesus. Her first question, how do you see Him? Oh God, I don’t see Him! I feel Jess. I breathe Jess, I hear Jess. His face is devotion. His eyes are desirous, His …
What could cause you to yearn for love in a loveless world? By what means do you continue to recognize that love is at the heart of all things even while it is not valued here? Here is a fine example that means and end are the same. For love is what you are as …
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Dear Hearts. There are times I observe a kind of recklessness with my life, a lack of respect for my body, my emotions; isolating myself, overworking, eating poorly, and making choices that result in sickness or exhaustion, the opposite of what I truly want. This self-punishment is glossed over so that an appearance of “something happening …
My bed is a warm bodywith some soft pocketsand slippery sheets.This morning the sheets smell like lavender,fresh washed.It is still so dark.My pillow hugs me close.I cuddle in the faux furlike a cub against her mama. I hear,Won’t you get up?From the back of my throat a croaky, Oh no.Let me linger here in the dark a …
Dear Hearts, Perhaps I have become somewhat expert in seeing the dynamics of fear. Or maybe this reflection is ego gloating, marveling in a pretense of “self” understanding. In truth, the Voice for Love responds softly and swiftly as I get enmeshed in hurtful thoughts and express interest in illusions. This piece presents a humorous glimpse at the insanity of small mind as it attempts to solve …
My joy has not been found in the endless classrooms of forgiveness. The joy of my journey is not in the shame of repetitively naming small self-absorptions. Certainly, there is relief in surrender. I come again to remember, I am holy, you are holy. But joy is not expressed through the personal witness of error. There is a …
When I got down on my knees last nightI bowed my head. I asked for nothing,shedding desires for anything but God.The prickling of skin revealed a field of energy.I fell into a womb of utmost purity.She held meuntil…I noticed.It was the briefest second,a little blip of a thought of separationthat boldly suggested: Oh how pious, how good …
Can we hold each other a little more tenderly? Can we sweep our hearts of worldly illusions and rest in each other’s sorrow without fear of being unduly touched? And what if we are? What if the wound of another, of the world, of our brother compels us to feel? Is that not an awakening …