Morning Trip (280)

“The Evil One has tried before to use his power against mankind, and always before, God has been able to defeat him. But in the last one hundred years, Lucifer has gained so much ground in the hearts of man that the most evil who have ever lived, and the most evil who are among us now, could tip the balance of power between good and evil. And I am sure you remember the adage from Edmund Burke, ‘All it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.”
–John Edward, Fallen Masters

**My Own Note: Taken from Master Number 22 (4 pillars of perfection, minus a center of balance from the 5, now, here comes that reason need for the 5,from the page of 5, as above so below, choice, a tipping of balance, paragraph 9 elevated master teacher, ascending, final lesson. Each energy coming from each breath and each ‘line’ our intent crafts and our body executes ripples out changing the shape and response of all else, a dance of consort. Wakey Wakey! 🙂

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Amends, Thinking About Lessons, and To Whom It May Concern

I often fail to see the Grace in a thing
until after, sometimes still, long after.

I often fail to express the Grace in a thing
my heart and my mind just cannot pin it down, with words that carry my meaning.

I grieve to think
that my lack somehow, has not taught you to notice nor to feel Grace.

I smile to think
of the many times that I fell down and then I got back up, to feel Grace myself.

I cry a little
to think of the bumps and mistakes that you will have to make, from which I failed to save you.

I grin a little
to know that I would make such a glaring mistake, and keep you from your own Grace.

I watch, and I wait, and I hope for you a life of joy, of peace, and of a love that truly suits you.
With all of my being.

Morning Trip (86)

“The bud
stands for all things
even for those things that don’t flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on the brow
of the flower,
and retell it in words and in touch,
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing.”

~ Galway Kinnell

Creating Like a Winter Tree

This morning I am burbling along. This is good! I promise! Well, unless one is the stodgy sort and thinks that being stony is all that there is. But I will just giggle and flow right over that stone. Win win situation!

I haven’t been writing. I have been experiencing things for which there are no words. Or, more likely the expression is ‘stuck’. If I type that I listened to water, you cannot see it and hear it and smell it as I did in that one space. I want to share that moment and I want to take part in those moments of experience of others so that I see and feel the way of another. How do I know that water moving does not trigger energy flowing across ones skin? How do I know the why and how of one who does NOT feel such a thing, but smells it instead. (the energy, not the water itself)

How do I bypass a judgement of sorts, one of feeling sorry for those who cannot experience as I do? Are they missing something? Am I bored with simple and flat? Why? How can the other not seek these things out? Not notice what I term dead? Is it right of me to term it dead? Can a person’s spirit miss what it does not know what it has?
How will I know if I do not ask? Try on another skin? How do I get past this? I can tend to feel trapped or bored, I think, within a not-feeling, not expressing. How do I know when there is truly a nothing there? How will I notice those things outside of my own experience? I am quite sure that is a sure bet–that I am and will miss them too!

And then, the trees! (You thought I was off on an excited expressive tangent and that I hadn’t clearly pointed out the blogs relation to the title didn’t you?) I detest winter. still. shrugs.

The trees often do not even talk in the wind. Though, I did notice it this year, it just has a different tone and I have to shift state a bit to get it clearly. They are just there. One cannot tell which tree is dead and which will be in full leaf come spring and summer. Yesterday waaaaaaaaay up the trees were talking! And I listened and I had to reach because these were so tall and it was faint and I got there and…

Glorious purple buds!!! Glorious chartreuse buds!! I could seeeeeeeee the life with my eyes!!! I needed proof about this thing, in this way! This allowed me to notice tiny life alllllll around. A key in my lock! And I thought of ‘those people’ that I frown at for needing proof. Five steps back for every one forward. AND I AM ONE OF THEM!!! This made me very very happy! I can understand! Now, will it stick for longer than a minute (the other end of this issue, the stick of concept and experience long past an AH HA moment)

So, off I go to experience!

Morning Trip (36)

“It’s similar to the process one undergoes when learning to play a musical instrument. We sit down, take a few lessons, and are given certain exercises. We begin to practice, and at first the fingers don’t move very easily; they hit a lot of wrong notes and it sounds terrible. But every day we practice, and gradually the fingers start to move more easily, the music starts to sound more beautiful. After a certain period of time, a proficiency develops so that the playing becomes effortless. At that time there is no difference between playing and practice; the playing itself is the practice.
In just the same way, as we practice awareness, we start out very slowly, aware of the movement of each step, “lifting,” “moving,” “placing,” aware of the breath, “rising, falling,” or “in, out.” In the beginning great effort is required. There are many gaps in the mindfulness. There are a lot of struggles and hindrances. But as the mind becomes trained in being aware, in being mindful, it becomes increasingly natural. There is a certain point in the practice when the momentum of mindfulness is so strong that it starts working by itself, and we begin to do things with an ease and simplicity and naturalness which is born out of this effortless awareness.”
– Joseph Goldstein
The Experience of Insight