Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Many Worlds


 As we continue to progress together with our Risen loved ones, it becomes possible to discover that both worlds, and indeed, many worlds, interact together with the greatest of ongoing intimacies. These interactions have been happening all along, ever since the day we entered this particular material realm, and will continue to do so when we finally leave and move beyond it. This all may sound paradoxical, mysterious, and even mystical ~ because it is.

(from The Risen Dialogues … )

Sunday, April 17, 2022

RESURRECTION

 

RESURRECTION ​

Among many intriguing things, the Risen collaborators of this book aspire to convey a stimulating and perhaps for many a novel emotional concept of resurrection—the psychospiritual rising above the Earthly pendulum—even while it is swinging, even before one falls or flies off the thing that is the weight. “Psychospiritual” means inwardly and privately experienced, but not necessarily outwardly, physically observable. Our grief is the gravity and our beliefs are the weight. To be Risen is to rise above the psychological gravity—to let go of the weight of both memories and beliefs and then rise above them—while simultaneously awakening to this rising. To arise or awaken in the present is to be conscious as our Risen Loved Ones are now. This awakening becomes a shared conscious experience of mind and emotion that reunites us with them, above and beyond the finite pendulum of fixed beliefs and frozen memories. We can arise even while still on the Earth.

From The Risen: A Companion to Grief

Thursday, April 14, 2022

Il mio cuore è spezzato . . . Forza!


 Fiona Isabel Wickerbill made her peaceful transition 9 April 2022, surrounded by some loving friends who had known her for many years. She had almost 18 years with me since I met her at the age of 1 month. All is surreal, which is a good thing right now, and my heart continues to break while it heals; "Il mio cuore è spezzato." 

I carry closely the response one of my deepest, dearest friends has given me: 

"Ogni volta che perdiamo i nostri amori su questo piano, un pezzo di cuore si spezza . La lezione da imparare e’ sempre la stessa: ricongiungere le dimensioni …..E ogni volta credi di non farcela, invece ce la fai. Respira forte, apri le antenne e rintracciala. Forza!"

She has not been all that far away, and indeed, has recently shown up, or perhaps more accurately, my grief is transforming to a place where I can see her again. Of course, she behaves as if nothing has happened, nothing at all. Which reminds me of the most wonderful poem I've yet to find about this experience:

_____________________________

Death is Nothing at All
Henry Scott Holland
(1847–1918)

Death is nothing at all. It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived 
  so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. 

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. 

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. 

Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
  just ’round the corner. 

All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

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 Today has been one of those "3 steps backwards day" -- at least it began that way, but what we call "transmutation" can and will begin, when one focuses on the loved one's presence, and not their absence. When we focus on absence, we will feel one way; when focused on presence, we will feel another way .... which feels better? And lo! just as predicted in its earliest pages, "The Risen - A Companion to Grief" reminds me that it was written for me as well.  These 2 pages have been especially helpful today, even as I know Fiona is right here, watching me with just a slight touch of impatience.





Saturday, April 02, 2022

Review of New Book: A Companion to Grief

A wonderful review by Kai Muegge. (From January 2018)




Sunday, March 27, 2022

Daniel In The Lions' Den - A Metaphysical Interpretation

 

“Whenever a desire arises in our consciousness, the beast (limitation) will come to remind or challenge us that we cannot accomplish, our peace is taken away until we cast out the beast, or fades away due to lack of attention. You can starve any negative state by refusing to give it your attention; it dies because you refuse to feed or nourish it. Your attention gives life to all things in your world. They fade away back into the nothingness from whence the came when you practice feasting on your good set out for you on the banquet table in the House of God within you. The Lamb or your consciousness of the Pres­ence of God is always the conqueror. Your faith in God will overcome all obstacles, set armies to flight, shut the mouths of lions, and do all manner of wonderful things.”
Joseph Murphy (amended by AG)

   When we are put to the test along any line, we declare the Divine deliverance and power at work. This sets into action thought forces that may be described as the "angels" who shut the lions' mouths. The angels that God (or Creator Source) sends are the messengers (divine thoughts) which have power to subdue all elemental forces and to make them harmless. We accomplish this when we declare the Divine Deliverance and Power at work.

   The lion represents the undisciplined, savage courage of the natural man. At a certain place in development, spiritual judgment is apparently given over by the personal will to the mercy of the animal forces in the subconsciousness. They also represent our undisciplined, negative thoughts that will pounce upon us and tear us to bits. Daniel, by thought, prayer, and meditation, opened up the powers of the subconsciousness that he might overcome these forces and then raise them to spiritual consciousness.

   “So shall My word be that goes forth from My mouth; it shall not return to Me void, but it shall accomplish what I please, and it shall prosper in the thing for which I sent it”
(Isaiah 55:11).

   Especially note that in almost every painting of the story, Daniel is seen facing away from the Lions and completely ignoring them and looking only away and up at what we could call God or Creator Source, and often bathed in a shaft of light — this is Source’s Focused Gaze returned. Both are focused intensely and only in this direction. “Therefore will I direct my prayer toward You, whom my outer eyes behold not, and I will look up. Early in the morning will I lift mine eyes up to You.” (Psalms 5:3) “Morning” means “faith” — a suggestion to begin affirming and strengthening faith as early as possible.

   The lions are often depicted as getting sleepy, some actually sleeping, others with their mouths closed; a few are even trying to snuggle up against Daniel as they (our previously undisciplined negative thoughts) are subdued and tranquillized by the energy being removed from any focus on them. An initially surreal but powerful tranquility begins to infuse the atmosphere of the inner and outer environments; from the sustained focus on God, human surreality arises and transforms into Divine Reality as the focus on the Divine continues, unwavering, and the Divine’s returned focus on Daniel also continues, drawing him upward into fearless consciousness.

   Kneeling was Daniel‘s first and immediate response to the earliest news of impending, terrestrial threat. Kneeling is also an important part of the blueprint or formula to connect with That which is above and beyond the terrestrial environment. Kneeling physically, mentally and emotionally is an initial act to align into the spiritual geography of That which is unalterable Omniscience, Omnipotence, and Omnipresence — a true act of surrender. It is the joining of outward and inner conscious acknowledgment of Source’s Divine Authority over one’s small and insignificant ego-mind. And then from there, as the burdensome weight of anxiety, doubt, worry and any and all other fears lift and continue to fade back into the nothingness from which they came, we become lighter. Thus unburdened and enlightened, we are able to mentally and emotionally stand up in, at first, surreal yet strengthening alignment, as our focus continues to remain fixed upon the Source of Light, (“with Whom can be no variation, neither shadow that is cast by turning“ - James 1:17) which is one’s higher vibrating consciousness, the clarity of immutable Original Divine Awareness and the joining of it with our own inherent Divine Authority.

   Unparalleled stability results from the abiding presence of God, an experience which is a straight line from our mind to God’s Mind. “Be still and know that I am God.” Let go and let God, lighten up, surrender, relax, breathe in the acceptance, breathe out the relief; sigh, cry, smile, cry some more, laugh, say thank you, rejoice! 

Declare, “I know, and I know that I know.”








Thursday, March 24, 2022

The Paradox of Life

 


So if I become truly quiet and restful within the present presence of my life—my now — I will begin to first feel and then think with clarity. The thoughts that arise come not from me, but are gifted to me by Source, or Higher Power, or Higher Self, which I can then accept. I can then reunite and rest with my Source of Life, which is omnipresent, changeless, and resides right here within me. This resting is also simultaneously rising—seemingly yet another paradox — yet which is Life, and which is living It.

~ AGoforth, The Risen — A Companion to Grief

Sunday, January 02, 2022

Binky Apport 2022

 APPORT REPORT - 2022!

   Odd synchronicities had begun occurring while watching an old 1982 movie, "Still of The Night" late yesterday evening -- as they pertain to very personal experiences that would be only meaningful to me, I'll just say that it was as if Spirit was attempting to communicate to me via the film and my connections within it. I'm sure many reading this will understand what I mean about the atmosphere becoming "charged".

   While watching the movie, Wishy & Broshy, my two young siamese fur kids, were playing in their cat tunnel - a collapsible 4 ft. long fabric structure they love to run in and out of or hide in. Wishy had been playing with his favourite "binky" -- a small, weird pinkish fake fur ball with googly eyes,  given to him as a good luck gift from the household he had been born into and who had passed him and his brother on to me (Fiona had also come from the same place, almost 17 years ago). I'm assuming Wishy had taken his  beloved binky into the tunnel, which was on the floor in front of the couch I was resting on. 

   Shortly after midnight, there was an odd sudden sound, like a small light bulb blowing out, and a very brief, dim light glowing on and off from within the tunnel. Wishy let out a sound of terror and shot out of the tunnel and into another room, but quickly came back, while keeping his distance. His fur was completely extended out, as if some kind of static electricity had puffed him out, and his tail, normally thin and smooth, was also puffed out to an unbelievable fluffy way - I've seen photos of cats who have this reaction when frightened, but this is the first time I've seen it in person. 

      I was able to coax him onto my lap and crooned and soothed him back to a more calm state for about 5 minutes. In the meantime, Broshy and Fiona were still there, but keeping their distance from the tunnel and looking at it apprehensively. Remembering the odd sound and light, and worried that maybe there was something harmful like broken glass that had somehow found its way in there, I knelt down and looked into it, and the photo shown here is what I found - a duplicate binky (on the right), looking very clean and almost new when compared to the old dusty one that had been played with for over 2 years.



   So I have to wonder if Spirit utilized the little tunnel as a kind of cabinet? Aloysius (aka Wishy) is truly a very strange, fey creature who seems more like a bird or faery than a cat - maybe he's developing his own mediumistic abilities?

   What a wonderful gift to begin a new year, a funny message from Spirit saying, "Don't worry, just find your binky, play and be happy!"