I have joyfully thought of God as a very personal companion,
a confident, and a father in many ways.
There has been an occasional friend who has mentioned to me that
thinking of God, as a father, is not easy as a result of their unpleasant
associations with a physical father. As
humans, we personalize everything. It
is not always easy to grasp the Indescribable Sublime in our terms so we label
or place some form on it. For others,
the image of a mother seems to satisfy the need to personalize our Source. I view the mother image as the creative
healing power of the Holy Spirit. There
is a loving and indefinable Presence both within and without. Whatever helps us consciously connect to
that which is limitless, loving and light filled, embrace it and make it your
own. There are no rights and wrongs in
the area of devotion. It is our
authentic feelings that matter.
Feelings instill knowing.
Knowing is the comforter, healer and way shower.
Spirit, finely tuned intelligent energy, is our nature. Pure love is spirit manifesting here in
form. Train yourself to listen to the
intuitive voice. It is spirit suggesting
and offering to help us recover the eternal true self. Often in the beginning reminder stages of
our awakening we trustingly follow an intuitive suggestion hoping we will not
fall flat on our face. It is a trust
issue and part of the maturing process as the guest, your personality, learns
to accept the guidance of its host, the spirit within. When we trust, spirit always comes through
as victor.
We will never really know for ourselves how dearly we are
loved unless we allow our faith and patience to be exercised. When we focus on the truth of God living as
us, the ego gradually lets go and grace steps in. We become a magical presence and treasures do appear to us. Our
lives may give an impression of good luck to others. Luck really is not an apt description. Blessings occur in many forms as a result of devotion, patience
and willing service. The grace that is
given is devotion materialized.
Divine love, another description for God, is pure, whole,
and all consuming. It is the greatest
of gifts. Divine love far surpasses the
worth of the most precious jewel. It
lights the way for us in matter where darkness often rules. I feel that humans deep within desire to be
loved, to freely offer love and be brave enough to live as a wide-awake child
of God. To reach our goal of conscious
oneness, we must take the first step.
We may walk haltingly at first and perhaps stumble as all toddlers
do. Smile, dear friend, pick up the ego
and continue to walk with courage and perseverance knowing that you have the
emissaries of God, the greatest celestial support system in the universe at
your side. I know how it feels, the
ups and the downs, the longing to satisfy and feed the hunger within. What we can do is ask, listen and follow the
intuitive impulses of the heart.
Ask for conscious union, the attracting and emanating of
divine light and love. There is no
celestial power that will deny you. It
is up to you to ask. How can you be
refused? Those of us who have visions
of light find it much easier to believe.
Yet, in scripture it is mentioned that those who do not see are greater
because of their faith. If one can ascend
in consciousness, all may do likewise.
What we are asking for is the god life that already exists as the hidden
within.
I would like to share one of my earlier visions. One evening during meditation, I joyfully
watched with my spiritual sight two life-sized light energy beings. Although they represented the masculine and
feminine aspects of the divine self, they also had the etheric quality of
butterflies. They were waltzing a dance
of love. Totally free, the two merging
as one radiated a deep blue color, the color of spirit. You, dear friend, are the butterfly when you
reawaken to the glorious radiant being that you inwardly are. I recognize the truth of you. Now, all you need to do is accept this great
truth about your self. We are one, each
a spark here on earth doing our best to be godlike in or own imitable way.
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