There is no story. . I found this writing on the Course in Miracles website about two months ago. I witness the resurrection energy around me in nature, in those I love, as we all struggle to be free of bodily restraints. . .and especially for our beloved, who is now free to be a shining light for us to aspire to.
What's true for me? . .well, I've travelled almost every path to truth by way of religion. . .now I purposely look for truth in the eyes of those I love who are near and simply willing to be present in responding to truth, love, and beauty. I'm tired of the ceaseless searching far and wide. I take what I get each and every day and I am quite thankful for the richness that fills my cup. It is enough. I am enough, You are enough. . .we could never be lacking in anything that goodness provides. . .
Yes, Harpo lived an extreme. Father Everett,my priest bestfriend, also lives at an extreme. These are the lives that depict truths that would be hard for us to live. . .but they do it out of a love of Christ and a willingness to serve, while negating their own humaness. . .need to be loved, desired, fed, cradled. . .maybe they don't need it as much as we do. However, no one loved love as much as Harpo did. . .but his need was more for "mothering". . .meaningless sex had no place for him. He loved with all his heart and chose the love he wanted most. . .christlove was his only desire.
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