Sunday, October 4, 2020

Come into the Presence of God, prepare for the storm to come


Greetings, fellow travellers!

A great wind is blowing. It sets the trees to swaying, the grasses and the lakes to rippling, in a musical dance that seems to speak its own sort of Mother Earth tongue. Its rhythm is compelling. It speaks of great tensions on the verge of thundrous release. Something is coming, it says. Prepare yourself for the storm.

Nervous apprehension arises. Uncertainty triggers the ancient fear response. A turmoil of speculative thoughts clamour to be fed, entertained, and housed in my being. Yet a deeper knowing calls for letting go of the fear of fear. When I listen to that still voice, I am calmed, yet fully present. I attract those thoughts which are of the quality of calm presence.

There is no need to numb out with distraction. There is only this ever-present moment, in which I am fully alive, feeling whatever I happen to feel, witnessing whatever thoughts may arrive and go. I feel whole and centered in myself, in reality. In the timeless, ineffable Presence of God.

I invoke the Presence of God: be with me now. I know that You are with me, in my every living cell and in my every breath. Even this mercurial human mind is a manifestation of You. I trust in You completely.

Thank You for this life. Thank You for this moment. Thank You for all my fellow travellers, both near and far. Thank You for taking care of our every material and spiritual need. Thank you for Your perfection that spans all time and space and transcends all time and space. Thank You for Your wisdom, Your power, and Your love. For Your angels, for Your guidance, for Your serendipities and wonders. Thank You for Your cosmic order in which every polarity plays its part. Thank You for calling us home to Your Presence, O God, merciful and just! Thank You for the gift of free will, that we may freely choose Your love and thereby pass the trial of this 3D world. Thank You for making us in Your divine image, so that we Your beloved children are inherently capable of expressing Your divine qualities of wholeness.

Thank You for healing our wounds. Thank You for relieving us of heavy burdens we need no longer bear, and for the precious cross we so willingly volunteered to carry here on this earth. Thank You for showing us the way to heaven, through the gateless gate of the eternal heart and up the ascension path with the help of Your holy angels. Thank You for Your protection, Your teaching, and Your joy – the joy of liberation that fills the kingdom of heaven forever. Thank you for allowing Your kingdom to descend upon the earth, and for the great work of your innumerable servants to raise up earth to its heavenly expression.

Thank You for letting the light of truth shine into the darkest places in this hour of awakening. Thank You for sending your effectual Kali Maa and violet flame energies to aid in this moment of purification. Thank You for the spiritual doulas and midwives who are assisting so many to give birth to their inner child. Thank You for regenerating our innocence and restoring our faith. Thank You for strengthening our resolve. Thank You for awakening our spiritual senses. Thank You for placing us here on earth to serve You in this time. Thank You for activating our inner Sun and every needful energy at its appointed time. Thank You for this great Lila adventure story where the Brahma and the Maya play. Thank You. Thank You. Thank You.

Lord protect, enlighten, and guide our leaders, our generals, and our footsoldiers in this war to eradicate evil from the earth. Save the children from horrors and abuse. Save our bodies, minds, and souls from the degrading influences still rampant in the world. Keep our thoughts, words, and actions pure and wholesome for the wellbeing of all. Expose all Satanic agendas and let them fall apart. Keep us steadfast in Your holy Presence, so that we may unwaveringly stand against the onslaughts of the enemy.

Lord awaken every soul unto Your goodness and compassion. Help every soul achieve moral uprightness and intellectual clarity. May our lives be a demonstration of Your power and a song of Your glory. Let our hearts unite in one eternal outpouring of divine love.

And so it is. In the name of Christ, Your will be done. Hallelujah! Amen.

I feel this October will leave none of us unchanged and unmoved. A time is coming when the workers of God will be acutely needed in these fields of approaching harvest. Souls will be crying out for aid, and all who are able will be drawn to answer. Prepare, my friends. Speak to God in whatever way feels needful and comfortable… listen… and prepare.

In deepest love and kindest regard,

Your brother JWT.

Sunday, June 7, 2020

The Folly of Blame

You were the fallen one I blamed
Irredeemable, offensive to my heart
A splinter in my mind, abhorrent to my eyes
Your mere existence torturing my own

Out of my need to annihilate you
To wipe my world clean of you
And thus achieve utopia
A world liberated from the memory of you

I birthed a scheme: a drastic plan
A solution final, terrible and cold
And so I summoned by my Will alone
A Portal dark and fascinating overhead

A hole in heaven, beyond which lay
Dimensions distant, utter Hell
The regions where abominations dwell
A place for all the things that never should have been
For rejects of creation, by wholesome eyes unseen

My heart I sent to lie in wait for you
The bait I set just past the threshold
Instantly it took a form grotesque
And yet my machination held, I would not yield
So rigid was my Will to see this horror through

But oh! did fear and consternation strike
When, step by step, the mouth of Hell
Did swallow up my heart instead
And with each step, a path was forged
For unforgiving souls to blindly follow in my wake

And only once the realization came
As I lay gasping at the knowledge of my doom
Was all of it dissolved, another dream
To show me: I am Will, the world my mirror
And you and I shall never parted be

By knowing what perdition means
I am not fixed, nor are my debts released
But in the grace of loving kindness held
My heart can feel how liberation flows
And when the poison turns to nectar
Even monsters make their journey home

Friday, May 15, 2020

No Substitute for Safety for the Innocence Within

Navigating the sea of paradoxes that is our human life is a task for which the programming we took on in our developmental years can hardly be said to equip us well. I speak for those of us whose parents were not saints and paragons of angelic virtue. Who found ourselves surrounded by a profoundly sick society and adjusted our identities accordingly to cope and achieve a semblance of functionality. When the wind blows in our favor, it seems all is well, relatively speaking. But duality being what it is, the opposite of smooth sailing also takes effect in turn, and it seems we find ourselves struggling to make any kind of headway, or even to keep our little boat from taking us further from our destination than we were before.

And what might that destination be? To anyone who has spent long enough drifting on these shifting waves and currents, it is the thought of terra firma that calls to us in our hearts. The shore of peace, where storms may rage, but never unroot us from our deep, abiding connection with the Permanent. The journey, we learn, is not to somewhere out there, to some literal mythic utopia of ultimate satisfaction that, mirage-like, ever recedes and eludes our reach… but inward to the essence of Self, beyond conception, beyond labels and divisions and judgments. Beyond hope and fear, desire and revulsion, subject and object.

We can form a concept of this transcendent Self and it too becomes reified, fetishized, an object of pursuit. Our egoic operating system adopts and incorporates the concepts of spirituality into its existing dynamic and bends them to its purpose of perpetuating the illusion on which it is based. We can observe this at play in the subtly toxic games engaged in by those who identify as spiritual. It is all too tempting and easy, inevitable even, that we try to attain or seize that tantalizing Thing using all the methods at our disposal. To storm the gates of Heaven. There will be no shortage of opportunities offered to that end. And all set up to produce the result we unconsciously need: disappointment and disillusionment.

Of course, since we already are the true Self, experiences partaking of Its nature will spontaneously arise in our awareness wherever they are not blocked by hypnotic entrancement into the dualistic dreamworld of ego identity – the matrix. It is in fact our entire underlying reality and even – hard as it may be to accept – gives rise to the matrix overlay. It is the Source of all that is. We have created and voluntarily inhabit our own prison. And yet some part of awareness is always free. It is the part that remembers, however dimly, who we really are.

In meditation, we may try to cultivate that remembrance. To turn attention inward toward the silent Source of thought and emotion. This can be a training, a preparation, for awakening. When the distinction between Doing and Being disappears, awareness aligns with itself and, through unknowing, knows itself as One.

All this high-level talk becomes useless and irrelevant, however, in moments when we find ourselves deeply enmeshed and hopelessly stuck in a state of suffering. When our wounded inner child has given up knocking at our door and has smashed its way in to demand our full attention. In its desperation, when all else has failed, it stops our entire world and we face the impossibility of going on. Our fantasies revolve around images of a bullet to the brain, a chemical ender of the vital functions, a noose around the neck, a sudden meeting with the ground after a great fall. We know not how to bear to live, to carry on. The force of our inner hell has overwhelmed us. And it need not even be so drastic. The escalation into crisis is only to make us fully aware of the blockage that was already there, to put an end to our bypassing it.

What was it that was blocked and why did we keep it that way? Pain is what it was and the lack of love extended to the one who was in pain is why. This may not be a perfect answer, but it’s the one I’m seeing now in my own experience. It was the fear of having to go through that pain, the fear that we wouldn’t be OK if we did. It was the lack of safety, acceptance and self-worth that we internalized from our early experiences of the tragic limits of our parents’ wisdom and capacity to extend unconditional love to our child selves. Now that we are grown up, we have the chance to expand those limits and clear the emotional debris that resulted from our unmet needs.

How can we do this? It can be very simple. We create a space of love for the child to safely go through whatever it needs to go through. A space to Be where the context is of unconditional support, safety and acceptance. We imagine the divine Parent, an embrace of infinite love and caring. We can rest in that embrace and cry all our pain out of our suffering heart. Finally allow that weight to be lifted from us in a sacred exchange of gifts. Through feeling our pain, we pass the information of that experience on through our soul, surrendering it to the Spirit. In return, Spirit and soul are restored to our conscious being. The human vessel lightens and clears, leaving room for more refined, expansive energies to flow where held pain once resided. A greater coherence, balance, and stability arise from the death of the old configuration and rebirth into the new. And the soul is one step closer to its eternal destiny as a conscious expression of God, co-creating and intimately connected with the totality of creation.

Keeping it simple here boss, never mind the fancy jibber-jabber. It’s all in good faith and good fun, easy come easy go. May Love endure through and in spite of everything. Ciao my friends, and bon voyage mes amis. Thank you for this moment. May you go in peace.