Spirit tells me that I am not as I once was, but I have
Always had the potential to become as I now am.
There is no end, He adds; I have and I am potential
To become more, to do more, to serve Life more than
I can now possibly imagine.
And, so it is with everyone.
Spirit tells me that in the dance of Life, specific energies
Blend or they do not. We each send out smoke signals,
Perhaps in the form of peace offerings, to heal a real or
Imagined offense, and to test the direction in which
Our relationship is moving.
Our peace offerings serve a useful purpose, even if
They are rejected. We have tasted the soup of our
Relationship. Is it too cool to enjoy? Is it too hot for
Comfort? Or, is it just right for a pleasurable and
Mutually satisfactory experience?.
Life is a dance, He repeats, so relax and move to the
Music of challenges and situations. And, trust yourself
To intuitively know when to move closer, step aside,
Back away – how to live your life, your way.
Spirit tells me that it isn’t necessary for me to let go of
The steering wheel of my life until I can do so willingly,
And with confidence that God, Life, The Universe, or
He will take control.
But, He suggests that if I can learn to relax and gradually
Release the tenseness of my grip on the wheel, then
This will improve the quality of the ride and allow me to
Enjoy the scenery.
Spirit tells me that denial and rejection serve us well,
While they serve us at all. However, inevitably and
Unavoidably, acceptance of reality wins the game.
Whether or not we eagerly strive toward enlightenment,
Awareness, or a simple acceptance of Life as it is, is a
Personal choice and expresses our Individual style, or
Coping skills – our way of playing the game of Life.
Spirit tells me that Life is not so much non-spatial as of
Limitless space, and not so much integrated as
Beyond the conceptual limits of integration.
Sifted flour, He tells me, can be measured, and yet,
No measure produces anything other than flour.
Whatever size of measuring cup is used, what is
Contained within the measuring cup is sifted flour.
Life, Spirit tells me, is like that.
Spirit tells me that Life is a story that writes itself.
Today is not separate from yesterday in any real
Sense. Today emerged from yesterday and will
Transform itself into tomorrow as part of a
Continuous progression of situations and events
Designed to serve Life’s purpose.
Which is?
To expand our awareness, both individually and
Collectively
Our awareness of what?
Our awareness of our own awareness.
Spirit tells me that, perhaps it was
Always too late to turn back
The pages of life experiences
That created , one step at a time,
Today’s seemingly tragic situation.
Our culture and our civilization are,
He tells me, doomed, but let’s
Strive to leave a glorious record
For whatever civilization
Develops out of our ruins,
Not ashes.
Spirit asks me, What is a promise made of?
I had never thought of a promise as being
Composed of or built or created of
Anything outside of itself. But,
Intention came to my mind,
Perhaps placed therein by Spirit.
A promise expresses an intention.
An intention to do what?
Spirit answers for me, An
Intention to let me…
To let you what?
Where is the do?
This discussion is getting over my head.
There is no discussion.
Then, what are we doing?
One of us is stalling.
For what?
For time, and there is no time.
Then, what must I do?
To what?.
To satisfy you.
Satisfy yourself.
How?
Now we’re getting somewhere.
Where?
Toward accepting that
I need nothing from you, but
You need me.
For what?
For life, for everything.
Spirit tells me that one of us seems to be unaware of
Where we are or where we are going, or
How we have planned to get there.
Planned? I don’t remember planning
This route through life.
There simply has to be
An easier way.
Perhaps there are ten thousand
Easier ways, He tells me, but
This is your/our way.
Did we draw straws or roll dice?
Neither of the above. Our way is
A gift that we have given to
Ourselves.
How? and Why?
Free will or, rather, the price
Or consequence of such.
Spirit tells me that repetition of
Similar experiences is not always
Enough to teach us the lessons
They might have taught us if
We had reflected or meditated on
Their cause and consequence, and
Considered how a different
Approach might have had
A different result.
Perhaps, He tells me, if we had
Put less salt into the soup, then,
A richer flavour of the soup’s
Contents could have been
Experienced.
Whether altering our approach,
Our response, can never be known,
For sure, until we try.
Experiment with your life,
He tells me, but in an
Intelligent way.
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