Armed with Harmlessness

Yesterday was pretty much a wasted day filled with lollygagging, wasting time, and doing not much of anything.  On days like that, I have to remind myself that it’s okay to take a day off, to rest, enjoy the benefit of free time, and not guilt myself silly over thinking that I should be doing something that I’m not.  Days like that tend to bring out the worst in me and I find myself thinking thoughts that aren’t good for the psyche.  

In a recent blog (The Happy Factor) I talked about waking up in a kind of funk brought about by a sadness over the way the world is going these days.  Today I must add that sluggish days like yesterday also have an impact upon my place on the Happy Factor scale of one to ten.  So, upon recognition of yesterday’s mini-funk, I employed my trusty ask-for-help technique and put in a request for help in rising above my harmful thoughts.  

As if on cue, there was an explosion of negativity that went off in my head.  It was as if someone stuck a stick of dynamite inside of my subconscious mind, lit the fuse, and pushed the plunger.  Whoa.  What a blessed blast!

I have recently been invited (or perhaps challenged is a better choice of words) by my spiritual guidance counselors to examine my mind for the purpose of working toward achieving a state of mental harmlessness, selflessness, and right speech. I accepted the invitation, and an entire civilization of negativity that I didn’t know was buried there was excavated from deep within, exposed to the light, and is hanging out waiting for me to decide whether to keep it or get rid of it.

Maybe on some unconscious, mysterious level, we as humanity are also considering the possibility that harmlessness, selflessness and right speech are powerful tools to help us move out of the shadow into the light.  Maybe the unbelievably devastating world events have been caused by our collective hidden negativity and have brought forth the desire to allow our dark and ugly parts to be exposed to the light for the purpose of reevaluation and healing.  Maybe we are each called to stand up, stand strong, and take responsibility for the thoughts and actions that shape our world, and accept the challenge to set upon a new and improved course of action that will flush out all that stands in the way of finding peace within ourselves and within our world. 

Will I accept the challenge to replace harm with harmlessness, self-serving with selflessness, and words of criticism and judgment with words of kindness and love?  It all begins with a decision in the mind.

I professed my willingness to accept the challenge.  What I received was an avalanche of awareness about the content of my mind, and it wasn’t a very pretty sight.  But I’m grateful.  Because now that I know what has been lurking beneath the surface, I can decide whether or not to keep it or let it go. Jettisoning negativity guarantees an upgrade on the Happy Factor scale.  Every single thought that I have has a ripple effect upon not only myself, but upon my world and everyone in it.  If I want to live in a better world, I need to clean up my act.

It’s always good to remind myself that if I need help, I need only ask. Today I am asking to be armed with harmlessness. May I be harmless. May I be selfless. May I be kind in thought, action, and deed. And so may it be.

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us)

Dissecting the Voices

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Today is a start-stop-stuck blog writing day, definitely not one of my more shining moments.  In truth, I’m making myself crazy.  It may have to do with my latest mission of trying to enhance my communication skills with spiritual guidance.  I’ve had lots of practice, but apparently there is still much to be learned, because messages are garbled.  Especially today.

My current assignment is to speak to my guides out loud.  I’m working on it, though I must admit, it’s a strange sort feeling, one that is a whole lot different from hiding out in my head speaking in whispers.  It feels weird, like emerging from a dark closet buck naked into the spotlight on the stage of an auditorium full of people.  Whoa.  It gives new meaning to coming out into the light.

The morning is marching on by while today’s blogs sits on stall.  A myriad of thoughts pass through my head—I want to quit now, why is this so hard, what am I supposed to be writing, why isn’t it easy, I want it to be easy, where is the clarity, why am I doing this, when can I stop?

Jumbled confusion reigns in my head and expresses itself in words on my screen.   It occurs to me that this muddle presents the perfect picture of what it’s like to try to sort through the myriad of voices that float around in my mind.  I have just spent the last hour presiding over a plethora of unproductive thoughts.  In desperation, I finally gave up and headed for the kitchen for some breakfast and a little clarity.  What is the matter with me, I ask myself.  Why can’t I sit down, focus, write, and finish something that I really, really want to finish?

That’s when it hit me.  I’ve just wasted an hour of precious time in ego mode allowing self-doubt to stop me in my tracks.  I’m too hard on myself.  When I’m too hard on myself, joy goes out the window.  When joy goes out the window, it takes inspiration with it.  Ah.  A bit of fresh air wafting in through the window of my soul, a bit of kitchen clarity to redirect my thinking back to sanity.

Well now, there you have it.  The stark contrast between the screaming voice of the ego and the gentle, small Voice of the Soul.

Is there a point here, and if so, did I get it across?  Maybe, maybe not.  Maybe it’s not for me to judge, but rather to allow myself the luxury of learning to place my faith and trust in the wisdom and gentle guidance that comes when I am willing to apply myself to the task of listening to a Voice that knows more than I do, that unfailingly has my best interest at heart.

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

Blinded by the Light

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Yesterday was renewed-vision day.  The windows were cleaned and I got new glasses—all within the space of four hours.  Hot dog—I can see clearly again.  Well, at least I think I can.  I guess it all depends on how you look at it.

This morning I sat around waiting for inspiration to strike and was rewarded with zip.  So I shook up the daily routine and went out for a walk.  Usually it’s write first, walk second but apparently, today is shaping up to be a bass ackwards sort of day.  So here I sit in thumb-twiddle mode wondering what to talk about today.  It could be a very long morning.

While simultaneously thumb twiddling and awaiting inspiration, it occurs to me that maybe the well has run dry.   Am I washed up, finished, kaput?  Has my daily blog muse walked off the job and left me to my own questionable resources?  Now there’s an unsettling thought.  That would be tantamount to someone making a decision that affects me without checking in with me first, and I hate it when that happens.

Then it dawns on me that what I think is what I get.  If I think the well has run dry, then the well has run dry.  It’s the purest, simplest form of creating my own reality.  If I add the belief factor in with the thought process, I’m doubled doomed.  I’ve shot myself in the foot and that’s the end of my daily blog.   The muse has run for her life and I’m left to my own devices.

If, on the other hand, I manage to catch myself red-handed in the act of believing the veracity of a negative thought that I made up in my head, I can nip it in the bud, turn it around, and exchange it for a new thought that uplifts, expands, and supports the idea that the well will never run dry.  Aha.  I’m back in the blog business.

It also dawns on me that my thoughts are my entire world, but in the overall scheme of the universe, when compared to the whole, my mind and I seem no greater than a feather on the wings of a sparrow.

Yet, if a single thought from one person has a life altering effect upon that person’s life, just imagine the effect that the thoughts of masses of people might have upon the entire universe.  Imagine the magnificent creations that would become manifest.  Imagine the wonderful new world that we can make up in our minds, just by envisioning them.  Imagine joining the power of just one thought with the masses to create an entire new universe.

It’s such a simple concept, but one that requires vigilance and mindfulness to put into action.  It’s worth whatever effort it takes—for you, for me, for the world, for the future.

Happy dreaming up and creating a brilliant new reality, everyone!

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

 

The Window of the Soul

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The window washers are coming today and soon I will see clearly from the inside out.  Now if I can just clean up the of the window of my mind, I will see clearly from the outside in.  Once in a while if I’m not paying close attention, things can get a little murky in here.

Sometimes, when I have a bit of spare time, I enjoy peeking through the windows of the minds of other bloggers, especially those who share their innermost thoughts, feelings, challenges, struggles, and insecurities.  Sometimes the view through the windows of others provides a clearer reflection of myself.

Bloggers tend to tell the truth about themselves, about what they’re thinking and feeling.  Their honesty is refreshing, and sheds a light in the darkness.  In finding light in others, I find light within myself.

One of the most profound aspects of my education as a spiritual seeker was my training as a facilitator.  True service, we were taught, lies in healing oneself first in order to help others—healing the unhealed healer.  Thus, we became both students and teachers to one another, working together toward healing the parts of ourselves that were the obstacles to inner peace.

In the process, we discovered that no one is immune from the machinations of a mind ruled by the ego.  We learned that we are all subject to the aspect of ourselves that would have us believe that we are unworthy, undeserving, and unlovable.  We learned that there is great healing in the willingness to share the depths of one’s being in the safety of a trusted confidant.  We learned that the more we are able to see into the soul of another, the more there is to love.

I am no stranger to the battle between love and fear.  Why do we hesitate to share our inner truth with another?  It all about fear.  Fear of embarrassment, of being judged, misperceived, misunderstood, flawed, fear that the truth will somehow reveal the insecure, unlovable parts of the self that we do not wish to acknowledge to ourselves or to others.  The bottom line?  It is a fear of loss of love.

My greatest lessons in life were learned in the intense six-month facilitator training where as both student and teacher, I discovered that the willingness of another to share her deepest and most personal aspects of her being drew me closer in compassion and love, because in the other person, I could see my own struggle to overcome the parts of myself that I perceived as unlovable.

In spite of all of my spiritual education and training, I still find that I fall prey to the tricks of the ego; the window of my soul get foggy and I lose sight of who I am.  The return trip to sanity requires only that I sit and be still, find the quiet in my Soul, ask for help, and remember that love is the Windex that will make the window of my Soul sparkle.

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

Creativity and Cosmic Humor

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Every so often when I’m feeling bereft of creativity, I confess that I resort to paging through old computer files in search of ideas, inspiration, or anything else that will light the spark of creativity.  Today is such a day.  My search has yielded a plethora of half written fragments of aha’s that seemed intelligible for at least a one brief moment in time, but were left hanging mid-air awaiting completion.  There they sit, undone.  I know the feeling.

This morning I found something that I considered “lifting” from myself for today’s blog, but since my preferred choice refers to a winter and a dog both recently passed, I would need to fess up to my self-plagiarism and explain myself.  Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow, since I’ve already confessed today.

But here’s a funny thing—in my search, I came upon a story about my six-year old behavior.  Surprise, surprise—right in the middle of a sentence of intense revelation, there is a recipe for linguine.  Now I ask you—how in the world did linguine insert itself in the middle of my childhood?  I have no idea, but it looks like an easy and idiot-proof recipe and I think it might be dinner.

Hold on—maybe this is all only a bit of cosmic humor to remind me about how clever and creative God is.  Is it a coincidence that the linguine recipe is stuck in the middle of some writing about my former smoking habit?  Is it coincidence that the linguine component reminds me of a forgotten addiction that drove me to Overeater’s Anonymous?   Is it a coincidence that I came upon this bit of cosmic humor as I was in search of some creativity?  Is it yet another reminder that God always provides?

Yesterday I was so bored that I took myself out for an invigorating adventure to McDonalds for a crispy buttermilk chicken sandwich to eat in the car, then to a trip to Sam’s to fill up with gas.  It’s no wonder I need to rummage around in old files in hopes of finding a spark of inspiration.  I went outside in search of myself, but I wasn’t there.  Apparently, I need to go inside more.

God never disappoints.  Need inspiration?  Go inside.  Need help?  Go inside.  Need joy?  Go inside.  Need dinner?  Try linguine.  I have everything I need except maybe the shrimp.  Hmm.  That might call for another exciting trip out for groceries.  Then I’ll return home, eat linguine, and go right back inside where I can see life through the window of my Soul.

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

A Place for Everyone

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I have a friend who bridges the gap between Christianity and the alternative metaphysical spirituality of a new age seeker.  She worships in church and sings in the choir; she studies esoteric teachings and blends the two into one cohesive belief system that works for her.  She speaks the language of both the traditional and nontraditional.  I haven’t met many others like her in my travels as a spiritual seeker; she’s a hybrid.

On the other hand, I lean heavily toward the metaphysical, esoteric, the nontraditional, often finding myself at odd ends with friends and relatives who do not quite fathom my fascination for all things unusual.   Ah well—different strokes for different folks, and sometimes best not to discuss it.

In the course of my nontraditional seeking, I often come across some fascinating ideas that send me off into an entirely new realm of expanded thinking.  Most recently, I stumbled upon the intriguing idea that there may be a variety of heavens—a place for everyone.  A Christian heaven, a Buddhist heaven, a Muslim heaven.  Maybe there is even a Hybrid heaven, though perhaps that one might be a little lonely.

Well my goodness, that might explain a great deal, would it not?  Maybe everyone hangs out in their own personalized heaven until they graduate and eventually converge into one great collective, all embracing Heaven, having finally realized that we are all One regardless of past beliefs.  Wouldn’t that be something?

There is a story about St. Peter giving a guided tour for Protestants in Heaven.  As they approached a certain door, St. Peter put his finger to his lips and said, “Shh—please be quiet as we pass this door.  This is where the Catholics live.  They think they’re the only ones here.”  Hmm.  Could this is more truth than fiction.

Regardless of belief, Spirit is alive and well.  The doors of Heaven are always open, always ready to welcome and embrace any and all who have faithfully searched and followed the path of their teachings.

Well, that’s only my belief.  I could be wrong, of course, but I try to keep an open mind . . .

Whatever your beliefs, whatever your skin color, nationality, race, religion, when our bodies are gone, we will clearly see that beyond the physical, we are all one in spirit.

Blessings to you, my brothers and sisters.  When we know the Truth of our being, we will meet in the Heaven of One.  That’s really something to look forward to.

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

Mountains and Molehills

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Every so often I take myself off on a mission of uncertainty, a merry go round ride of self-questioning over one thing or another, sometimes trivial, sometimes soul searching to the nth degree.  It’s akin to making mountains out of molehills.

Today, it’s nth degree, a day of questioning motive, purpose, and mission.  This time, it’s about why I spend the early morning hours of every day struggling to fill up the blank screen of my mind and my computer with words that may or may not be of interest or benefit to anyone.  Why?  What’s the point?

Tomorrow will mark the two-month anniversary of the day that I wrote the first blog of my new assignment, and it seems to me that there is very little reward considering the time and effort involved.   Why am I doing this?  Why, why, why?  This is the second time in a week that I’ve wandered down this road in search of blog why’s here  Maybe today, I will get an answer.

I once was assigned to a temporary job in the business information center of a major corporation (aka library).  I was led to believe that the job it would be for couple of days, but instead it was for six months.  I was invisible, a nonexistent body sitting in a cubicle all day filing the newspapers and mountains of publications dumped on my desk hourly.  It was voluminous.  I was horrified at the thought of having to do a job that I hated day after day for half a year.  I could have quit, I suppose, but if there was a lesson to be learned, I didn’t want to miss it.  So I stayed.

On my first day, I sat down at 8:30 a.m. and started work.  I worked and worked and worked hating every minute of it, until I thought it must be time for lunch.  It was 9:30 a.m.   Only six months and six more hours until the assignment would be over.  I thought I might die before the end of the day.

There is a saying that if you don’t like what you do, you’d better to learn to like what you do.  It occurred to me that if I was to survive the next six months, I’d better decide to like what I hated.  I started my second day with a new attitude and sat down at my desk and worked until my supervisor poked her head into my cubicle and suggested that I go to lunch before the cafeteria closed.  It was 1:30. There is nothing like a little change of mind and heart to change the day.

Six months later when the assignment was complete, I hated to leave.  It had been like a speed reading course in spiritual growth and had provided some of the most profound lessons of my life.  Hate became love, and what started in dread, ended in joy.

With life in a library as a reminder of gifts both seen and unseen, I shall go about my current writing assignment with renewed joy and without need for external validation nor reward because the reward is in the journey.  When the assignment is complete, I will look back and say, “Oh wow!  What a great assignment”

As a friend suggested early on, perhaps daily blogging is my spiritual practice.  Maybe so, in which case, I will go about my business one day at a time, and pretend that I am writing my dissertation.  Maybe I am, maybe not.  Either way, that’s reward enough for me.

Oh and by the way—the publish button will before 8:45 a.m.  Progress!

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

 

Waging a War Against Fear

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Fear is a little scary, have you noticed?  Teddy Roosevelt was right when he said, “We have nothing to fear but fear itself.”  Fear is scary.  So today, I want to talk about fear, just as way of trying to talk myself out of it.  We teach what we need to learn.

A few weeks ago, I tentatively tiptoed into a brand new world of spiritual activism. (here)  I’m not sure which was scarier—doing it, or thinking about doing it.  Either way, I gathered the courage to stick my toe in the water, and happily, it is still attached to the end of my foot.  Somewhere between then and now, I morphed into full-blown advocate of stamping out fear, my own included.

It feels to me as if we are living in apocalyptic times, but in my version of the apocalypse, there is total destruction, a final ending from which there is no return, no redemption.  My view may be flawed, of course, but like all others, I see my reality through the mirror of my own perception.

We are simultaneously living through a pandemic and an experience that seems apocalyptic.  There are no guideposts to help us find our way safely through to the other side.  If we are be victorious, we must build an army of strong warriors to forge the way and fight the fight, because we are facing the challenge of a lifetime in a fierce battle between good and evil.

Therein lies my mission, folks.  I’m on a crusade to recruit fellow warriors who are united in a common purpose to stamp out fear.  We need your help in winning the war between good and evil.  That’s it, plain and simple.  “Simple,” you may ask?  “A pandemic, an apocalypse, the challenge of a lifetime?’  Really?   Yes, really.  Is just a matter of choice.

Regardless of one’s personal belief or nonbelief, faith, or spiritual tradition, we are a family of one and we are all in this together.  In a world of one, every life matters.  Every thought, feeling, and emotion is written in the family album and makes its mark upon future generations.  The legacy that we leave to those who come after us will be determined by the decisions that we make today.

Think about it.  Light workers talk a lot about the power love and light, but often fail to mention the power of fear, of how it undermines the best of intentions.  Through ignorance and a lack of awareness of the power of fear, we will lose the battle.

It is up to each and every one to decide whether we will allow the impact of the news to swallow us in a sea of despair, or decide instead to seek the safety, security, and strength that lives deep within us.  We must do what we must to prevent fear from overpowering our lives.

Regardless of one’s personal belief or nonbelief, faith, or spiritual tradition, we are a family of one and we are all in this together.  In a world of one, every life matters.  Every thought, feeling, and emotion is written in the family album and will make its mark upon future generations.  The legacy that we leave to those who come after us will be determined by the decisions that we make today.

Spiritual warriors fight on the side of right, light, and love.  When just one family member makes a conscious decision to join forces against fear, evil and darkness, the world changes for the better.  I invite you—implore you—to become a force to win the war.

Where to begin?  Stop watching the news.  Go on social media and join groups focused on all things positive, uplifting, spiritual.  Pray for guidance.  Meditate.  Listen with your heart rather than with your head.  Find like-minded friends and support one another in staying positive.  Stand strong against fear.  Reach out.  Uplift others.  Find the light.  BE the light.

We are warriors of light and we will win.  Are you with us?

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

 

Glitz, Glamor, and Humility

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Have you ever wondered what it might be like to take a temporary tour of someone else’s brain to see what it’s like to live in there?  I do.  This notion came to me as the result of once writing a list of people that I admired and noting the specific qualities about them that I would like to develop within myself.  There were many names listed, but the only one that I remember is Grace Kelly, the lovely screen star turned real-life American princess of Monaco, the icon of perfection.  I admired her grace, elegance, and beauty.

Today’s list has only two names, and when put together in the same sentence, seem absolutely ludicrous because on the surface they appear to be the pinnacle of contrast: Dolly Parton and the Dalai Lama.  Dolly Parton, the worldly, glitzy glamorous entertainer, and His Holiness, the Dalai Lama, humble spiritual leader of Buddhism and political leader of Tibet.  The very thought that there is any commonality between them makes me want to giggle.

Dally has been quoted as saying, “It takes a lot of money to look this cheap.”  Who doesn’t love Dolly?   She’s smart, talented, unbelievably generous, utterly adorable, and has a heart of gold.  The Dalai Lama is—well, he’s the Dalai Lama.  I have never met him, but I know those who have and they report that His Holiness has an impish sense of humor and is quick to laugh at himself.  There is something totally lovable about those who have the ability to poke fun at themselves.

Dolly is full of sparkles and spangles, big hair, eyelashes, and bedazzled fingernails.  The Dalai Lama is a simple monk who wears only robes of saffron and maroon.  Somewhere between the sparkle and spirituality lies a commonality that cannot be denied.  Beneath the external appearance, there is a profound inner beauty, wisdom, strength, courage, intelligence, kindness, compassion, generosity of spirit, and a concern for the health and well-being of humanity.

Both offer a life of service simply by their presence in the world, by the very state of their being—Dolly by entertaining us with her considerable gifts and talents, and the Dalai Lama by his dedicated life of spiritual leadership and service to his country and to humanity.  And yet at the same time, both are still human.  Like them, we must find a balance between our persona and our soul, and deal with all aspects of our humanness.  Both present us with a portrait of possibilities about who we are and how we present ourselves in the world, and how we walk around in our heads.

These icons inspire me to strive to embody the qualities in them that I admire the most.   They make me want to recognize and acknowledge the best within myself and let go of all that is not.  For me, it’s humility, compassion, kindness, generosity of spirit, self-acceptance, fearlessness, and humor to add a bit of lightheartedness to the mix.   Which reminds me—my own unbedazzled fingernails were part of the inspiration for this blog, but that’s a story for another day.

Today, I would like to invite you to think about the people you admire, and what qualities they embody that you might like to add to your personal storehouse of ideals.  The power of imagination is miraculous—if you can dream it, you can be it.  If there are any qualities that you would like to adopt as a model to shape a new behavior for yourself, start dreaming!

I also invite and challenge you to inspire others by sharing your comments in the section below.

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

I Dream of Spaceships

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This morning I dreamed that a spaceship landed in the center square of my small town.  Small town, gigantic square.  The thing was a humungous round white disc the size of a small city that glowed a brilliant luminous light as it came in for a landing.  Once down, it just sat there in a silent ethereal midst, beaming light in all directions throughout the entire town.  Then I woke up.  Darn.  I wanted more.

I love dreams like that.  They get my brain in gear thinking about the great never-ending mystery of life that has intrigued humankind since forever.  Who are we?  Where did we come from?  Is there life on other planets?  Are we alone in the universe?  Have I been here before?  Where are we going, and where do I fit into the equation?  So many questions, so few answers.

Though I am not a big student of the Bible, the great ship-landing event of my dreams triggered memories from my early Christian training of the rapture, and I started to wonder about the evacuation of the faithful to realms unknown and the return  of the Christ.  Now, there’s a mystery, if ever there was one.

Imagination runs rampant and I wonder about the return of the Christ.  When will He appear, and how?  I am intrigued by a merry round of possibility—will the Coming One return via spaceship?  Will He come alone, or with a cadre of disciples who will go before Him to make smooth His way?  Will He be physical or etheric?  Will he appear as the Christ to me, or as Mohammed or Buddha to others?  Will he speak every language?  Appear on worldwide television?  Might He make a personal appearance in my living room?  If he did, would I stand in delight or collapse in fright?

Ah ha!  Suddenly, I get it!  Clearly, I realize that all questions pale in comparison to the last one, the most important of all.  My dream is a wake-up call to remind me that when there comes a day when I meet face to face with The Coming One, I want to know that I have done everything humanly possible to be ready, to be worthy of the great honor of being in His presence.

Suddenly, a life review of my behavior during the pandemic seems appropriate.  It is a mini reflection of my life as a whole.  How am I doing?  Have there been any changes in my behavior?  Any improvements or backsliding, or stuck points?  Can I congratulate myself for chugging on with my daily blog-writing mission and forgive myself for lack of exercise and mindless eating??  Can I observe myself without judgment?  Can I resolve to take whatever steps I must to improve, however tiny those steps may be?  Bring it on!  Whatever it is, I want to see it, and I want to correct it while I still have the time.  I want a seat on the spaceship.

Those of us who are on a mission to get reservations on the ship are the warriors of light.  We are the ones who are fighting the good fight against the dark forces.  Our light is excavating evil hiding in the dark, and we are winning.  We know this with absolute certainty because what has been lurking beneath the surface for eons has now been ferreted out by the brilliance of our light for all to see, and it is ugly.  This is good news. 

Every single person on the planet who seeks to discover and embody the best within carries a bright light, and that light, when joined with others becomes the torch that blazes the path to a new world, a new age, a new era.  Every light makes a difference, and the most important one of all is yours.

Keep your eye upon the donut and not upon the hole, keep the faith, and watch for signs of The Coming One, however He may appear.  What a wondrous mystery.