Take it down

Today I spent the day dealing with glass repair guys and rearranging the things I thought I would be doing today, a much anticipated day off for Christmas. Yesterday afternoon I went outside to discover one of our cars broken into and the other one gone. No tracks thanks to the fresh snow that had fallen all day. Just an empty void. My car sat glass strewn everywhere across the seats, it’s gaping hole pulling the falling snow in all day. It looked cold and violated. Emptied like some rental car in an airport lot.

Sometime between 1am and sunrise, some individuals took it upon themselves to make a deposit into their vibrational escrow….to chalk one up to their karma. Auto theft and robbery for 6 dollars in change–parking meter money. Parking meter quarters in my car and a car phone charger.

I stood dumbfounded for a moment….and deflated at the will of human nature to take from each other. Then I started to think about what I could take away from it. What is my vibration that had this show up on this snowy Sunday for me to look at?

The beauty of metaphysical science is you get to really live it. Where the rubber meets the road. Not some nice theory to think about, discuss over coffee or read about out there. We get to really live it. We get to live it everyday, not just when life seems to be going “well”….or what we deem “working”.

I opened the book “Government is Self-Government” by Margaret Laird tonight to a random page (page 51). I love doing this when anything I am at risk of getting attached to happens. Here’s what I read:

“Love is the knowledge that all of my living is self-living. Whether I life myself Mindfully, insightfully, as Life, or un-Mindfully, outsightfully as death, all of my living is mine (mine and Mind actually). I am the robbed that makes the robber, the sin that makes the sinner. I am the unacknowledged Love that makes the hate. I can do nothing about the robber, the sickness, sorrow, and hate. They have no existence outside apart from my own self-robbing. I can only do something for myself and as myself.

When I am able to live myself divinely, Mindfully, consciously being the Love that is Principal and the Reason for everything, I shall see that all of my living is Good-living, Right-living, Love-living.“

How perfect is that?! and…But What does it mean? I found myself today quickly passing through the events of Sunday am…amazing myself how much I did not take it personally…or even take it on after the first hour. I quickly thought about my being—-knowing that my external world shows up as a reflection of my internal world. Where am I breaking glass for quarters and pennies? Where in my life an I being the robber? Not as a victim—(as in I deserve this)—but unattached as a conscious being, knowing I am both the robbed and the robber. There can be no seperation. It is all one—we are all one. There is not “out there” but my world showing up each moment for me to look at.

All my living is self-living. Mind, infinately manifesting. We are never at the mercy of a force that lies outside of us. The way it looks is not the way it is.  I am certainly not happy with getting robbed, the violation and cost irks me. I work hard for the things I have. They have been earned.  I do not accept it but I don’t attach to it either. I do not know what lessons the thiefs are playing out in their world but I do trust in the universe. There are no mistakes in the roles we all play for one another for whatever reasons. Like my picture in the snowy field, I bend down to change the view. We look very small. I am on to other things.

to change the view…..take it down a bit

hmmmm…..Sometimes all it takes to change the view is to bend a bit. Get down.

All things look equal, yes? No, good bad, big, small. One majestic view of it all. Thank you Universe.

I am empowered

My power today lies in practice. My life is a work of art in progress and my purpose is worthy of appreciation, attention, and effort. I’m validated by doing my best to fulfill my intention ….take pride in my work. I am empowered by a vested interest in what’s possible.

Practice, progress and purpose. My life is moving so fast and so slow at the same time. How can that be? So much to do–I feel an urgency to keep all the plates in the air. Racing thoughts keep me up at night. Lifetimes merge. My soul cries for solitude, peace and space…. interruption by my head says no. No time, no time.

I must have died suddenly in a past life–or spent my days and nights locked up in a real or perceived cage. Religiously persecuted or gender restrained. I crawl out of my skin with ideas that fall like pennies from heaven.

Hmmmmm real or perceived cage. The more things change they stay the same. Cages still exist— jobs, mortgages, health and wellness, history. I’m empowered because I say so.

Let’s make a deposit

It works like compound interest. For whatever you put in, more comes back to you. Let’s make a deposit, love, –The Universe

Barking at Shadows II (continued from previous post)

ah…. the shadow of me cascading down the stairs had my dog Izzie bark at it.  She had it be whatever it was that had her bark…. Threatening and scarey, not playful and dancing as I saw in my shadow. It was no less real for her than it was for me. The same shadow in time. She barked, I laughed.

Am I barking at shadows?

I find myself constantly critical of my choices. I should have done this, I wish I did that, what was I thinking that I didn’t do this? Where has the time gone? I am barking at shadows—-of love lost, time lingered, where I’m at, where I’m not, where I could be, where I should be.  Bark bark bark.

Shadows. Real or imagined? What are my shadows?

One of the things about aging is you start to notice, like it or not, how much time you have left. Oh, I’m not old by any means…..but I am an old soul. I have always known what is up for me to do in this lifetime.  Exectution…fulfillment. So many things I want to do, I need to do and now.  Time wasted, decisions questioned, choices made, choices squandered. Is it? Is it really?  If there is perfection functioning…the principal of the universe, nothing is lost or gained. It is all as it should be, all perfect and whole…..no mistakes. Barking at shadows…nothing real. Shadows arecast in my world of language. A world made up by my interpretation..my filters, my making.

I capture on film a moment. A shadow dance.

It is not real. You can’t touch it or hold it in your hand. Each moment is completely different from the moment before and after it,  until it disappears entirely. I am grateful I am there to catch it momentarily again. and again. and again, different each and every moment….appearing and disappearing.  Witnessing those moments that exist only in my seeing. Voyeuristicly witnessing something that doesn’t exist. You can’t touch it, taste it, hear it. Like memories, it it fleeting and made up by me the seer. It is mine and only mine.

 

Are You Barking at Shadows?

My dog Izzie sat on the top of the stairs just as it was getting dark, barking at the windows at the bottom of the stairs. I looked to see what she was barking at and saw nothing.  A few minutes later she started barking again as if someone was there. I looked again…nothing. I walked back and forth on the landing getting clothes for a meeting tonight and noticed out of the corner of my eye, a long shadow I was casting all the way down the staircase toward the window on the landing below.

Izzie it seems was barking at my shadow. It got me to thinking…almost immediately as I let out ahead shaking laugh, where in MY life am I barking at shadows? Everywhere, most of the time it seems. Where are YOU barking at shadows?

more on this in my next post…….

Poppy

A word about religion or the God-idea (from a spiritualist)

I’m finishing a book cover design for the reprint of the book “CHRISTIAN SCIENCE RE-EXPLORED” by Margaret Laird, C.S.B.   The book is being reprinted by The Institute of Metaphysical Science based in LaJolla, California, now with a index. It’s been a gift to dig through the book again as I get side tracked from retyping the original book flap description for the final redesign.

The book is being reprinted now and will be available from the Institute of Metaphysics web site as well as the publisher. They’ve added an index which is incredible valuable to researchers and students of scientific metaphysics. I’ll add the url of the publisher once it’s ready. In the meantime, check out the IMS web site.

Here’s some thought from the Foreward of the book I want to share.

The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where bewildered infants are trying to spell God with the wrong blocks.  -Edwin Arlington Robinson

John Dorsey states his medical and spiritual truth as: “It is divine to be human and it is human to overlook it.”

Mary Baker Eddy states “As human thought changes from one stage to another of conscious pain and painlessness, sorrow and joy,–from fear to hope and from faith to understandings,–the visible manifestation will at last be man (note:not man as in gender by man as in conscious identity, or thought) governed by Soul, not by material sense.  The mariner will have dominion over the atmosphere and the great deep, over the fish of the sea and the fowls of the air. The astronomer will no longer look up to the stars,–they will look out from them upon the universe; and the florist will find their flower before its seed.”

Bicknell Young adds: ” Infinity is ceaseless unfoldment. Seeing that there is nothing conceivable and nothing really conceived outside of Infinity. God must be forever unfolding Himself, and because of being infinite, He never repeats Himself. “Behold I make all things new,” is being fulfilled daily and hourly in our understanding and practice. Old things are indeed passes away. Therefore, do not think backwards or even forwards, but now and infinitely.”

And H.G. Wells states ” A day will come when beings who are now latent in our thoughts and hidden in our loins shall stand upon this earth as one stands upon a footstool, and shall laugh and reach out their hands amid the stars.”

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I use the word God, or God-idea, Mind. and Divine interchangable–they are the same–the principal of existence. Consciousness cannot be divided into inner and outer since it is infinite!

One Moment

For one moment of my life I would know how it feels to be free.

-Nina Simone

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