I sent a friend a copy of
"On Being the Christ"
http://curezone.com/blogs/m.asp?f=92&i=59
a few days ago
and she responded with this:
"Thanks!
So we're "recycling" words of wisdom from the '70's,
are we? And these words,
of course, were recycled from 2000 years ago
when Jesus The Christ walked the Earth.
How many times do we have to
recycle the same stuff
until humanity as a whole "gets it?"
"Imagine there is no heaven
it is easy if you try...
No hell below us...
above us only sky...
imagine all the people...
living for today.."
--Lennon.
http://curezone.com/blogs/m.asp?f=92&i=315
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How would we know if Jesus came?
I just made a phone call for an 8 PM
phone date with a woman who was here
on Saturday and was very moved by the experience
of the Shabbat that we had in our Enchanted Garden.
It was basically one of the highest
times I have ever had on this property.
The trees were glistening and soaking up
the spiritual energy.
The land loved being loved
and feeling so much good.
The lady I called tonight
was deeply moved.
She said she could imagine
having more of this space in her life.
We stood by the Peppermint scented geraniums
and I rubbed her shoulders.
She was weary from the War
this world gives us.
I felt the tension in your muscles
and shook a bit of it out for her.
She felt it leave.
She was borderline tears
borderline opening
not sure she was safe enough
to express her contradictions
or talk "real" at all.
When the service was over she
wanted to split the space.
I invited her to take a shower
and then take a nap on the massage table
to have more Holy Space for herself.
I went off with Ariella Shira
and we had our own time while the
lady slept in her nature
soaking up the healing that had happened
all morning here.
I knew I could give her good listening
and so I offered. We scheduled 8 PM tonight
but when I called her on time,
the phone that answered was her business line.
She had given me a business number,
not a number for personal growth.
I have been pissed off since the gathering Saturday.
I have been wanting a witness for the altered state
that happened
for the magic.
When you go up to a mountain top
and see life in a New Way
you must come down from the mountain
where the rarified energy asks to be grounded.
I had a date with Ariella Saturday night
to ground the energy.
She lost her cell phone and so we could not speak.
She went back to human racing.
So did I. I left and went to a music happening
that was a bust and wasn't happening for me at all.
I have not spoken to AriellaShira since.
We have not witnessed for each other
what we experienced. It was a rare moment,
a lifetime of eternity the world has been waiting
for, but we each in our own way treated it as
a good meal.
My housemates--thank God one was there.
The others--their Souls kept them away.
There were not ready for this.
How many of us are really ready???
How would we know if Jesus came?
How would we respond?
Would we see and hear
and then go off somewhere else and lose
our cell phones?
Likely we would.
Would we make a phone date and
then give a number that we could not be reached
so we could not witness for each other?
More than likely.
Are we really ready?
Are we ready for anything but fighting
and being angry,
or pissed off or asking questions
like when will humanity get it????
There is no one here but us.
There is no one...
just us...we are the missing peace.
If we get it, everyone gets it.
but how ready are we for our world
to be here now?
How open are we to pleasure?
How open are we to accept the intimacy
with ourselves that goes with authentic Godly pleasure?
In the Essene mythos they speak of 144,000
who "get it" and "Be it" over 1000 years,
and because 144,000 get
it, the world is permeated by peace for 1000 years.
Who is willing to be the first to really get it?
Who is willing to give up the anger?
To accept that this is as close to heaven as
we are going to get?
Who will accept that this is it
and we have all we need now
in the gifts that God gave us
the seeds
the plants
each other
the beauty
the sensations
the touching
the feeling
the capacity to hear each other
and forgive the wounds inside us.
Am I the first willing to not be pissed?
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Note: the photo above
is used with permission
of the Bernard Jensen
family.
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