The desire to look upon the Heavens, the inner worlds, and behold the “Immortals” is no doubt universal. And yet, I’m told that access to these worlds is limited only by the individual, only by my own true desire. It would appear that God, in It's Omniscience has conceived the perfect test of an individual's true desire – a continuing realization of who and what we are, that draws us ever nearer to the Heavens.
I consider it true that I am as great or as small as I realize I am. Hence, the only limit to my capacity to transcend present levels of awareness is in my ability to continually expand my consciousness through daily experiences, all the time asking “who am I, what am I”, those questions that can't be answered with words, but evolve through greater awareness of me within the life that is unfolding around me.
The preconceived ideas, the unfounded, unproved beliefs of earlier years acted as boundaries that limited my ability to be open and imagine possibilities that may be unique to me. They limited my freedom to experience, when experience is the testing ground for proving and disproving ideas, the testing ground of truth. It doesn't matter whether ideas are being given life, or exposed as illusions; the end result is the same in that truth comes to light, and the many layers that separate the outer and inner worlds are continually being stripped away.
And so, I look to the endless stream of daily experiences as opportunities to further bridge the gap between my human consciousness and my spiritual beingness, the outer and inner reality. I’m determined that I shall stand “amidst the Immortals; and dwelling in Divine Presence, I feel that I am now, this moment, closer than I have ever been.
We are creations of a Perfect Creator. As such, I see myself as having the same potential for perfect creation as the Perfect Creator that created me. So, the question becomes, if we are created by a Perfect Creator, why aren’t we perfect? My answer is: We are. We are perfect creations; we are not yet perfect creators. God gave us free will to create. If It had not done so, we would be no more than machines, or puppets. The blessing of free will is that we can choose to be or not be anything we want. And the irony is that a great deal of what we want is determined by first discovering what we don’t want. But this is the purpose for our life in this world, or our lives in the lower worlds, however we choose to see it. We gain the experiences necessary to continually use our creative power in a more perfect manner. God’s command to us is: “Be ye perfect, even as I am perfect” (Matthew 5:48). We are in the act of learning to be perfect creators; and only after we have done so, shall we move on to the next level of being. All the labeling of people as bad or misfit or deviant is only a distraction from the true meaning of our being in this world. It is an excuse not to love them. Life is all about loving each other; it is the glue that binds us all together.
I was just on another site where someone asked the question, "Honestly, where would you rate yourself?" on a scale of 1 to 10. Out of a long list of responses, I saw only 3 "10s". and was a mazed at the number of "1s" there. I was prompted to write the following response, which I'm sharing here:
"To be honest, I've learned to see the very best in me at all times. How can I see the best in you, if I can't see it in myself? Life is not good or bad, right or wrong, up or down; life is simply the playing out today of the script I wrote yesterday, and my opportunity to revise it for tomorrow. Life is simply a learning experience; and sometimes we learn what is not, before we know what is. So, take heart, my friends. Feel the Infinite Love that is around you constantly, and always see yourself in your best Light. Only then can you see it in each other…Love and Light to you all."
About 25 years ago, I was playing in a basketball game at Fort Belvoir, VA. In the heat of hustling for a loose ball, I received a stab in the eye from another player. There was an extraordinary flash of light, as in an explosion. Suddenly I was in a twilight zone; everything was slow motion as I fell to the floor. I don’t recall feeling the pain right off, but as the reality of what happened set in, I found myself in agony, with the team all huddled over me. I opened the eye but could see nothing; blood had filled it completely and was dripping down my face. I was gathered up and rushed over to the hospital.
After an array of examinations to determine the extent of the damage, the eye specialist advised that I needed surgery. But the surgery would have to wait until the swelling subsided. About 10 days later I had the surgery, and had to wear a patch over the eye for about a month. When the doctor took off the bandage and I opened my eye, there was only a blur. It was still blood red. The doctor said things should clear up over time. I also had double vision; I saw two of everything in a diagonal pattern high on the left and low on the right. The doctor said it would get better over time, and once it stabilized, another surgery could be done to make the final correction.
Things progressed for about six months. The eye cleared up and the diagonal double got closer and closer together. It appeared to stabilize at about 70 percent. The doctor gave me glasses with a prism that corrected the vision to at least 99 percent. Eventually I went back to the specialist to discuss surgery to do the final alignment. I was advised that the surgery would improve my current vision; but it wasn’t likely to correct it completely. The estimate was about 90 to 95 percent; hence, I would still need glasses. So, I declined the surgery.
Now, twenty five years later, the diagonal double vision is gone. Now the double vision is vertical. I look in the mirror and see two faces, one above the other. It reminds me of Saint Germain’s depiction of the “I AM” Presence, a shining Higher Self overshadowing the lower self. It reminds me to view all others in the same way. No matter their lower nature, I can always see their Higher Nature. And when I speak to them, I speak to the Higher Nature. What appeared long ago to be a tragedy has turned out to be a blessing, for which I am ever grateful.
Love and Light.
Call me crazy, but I too sense the world changing; I feel it on every level that I can perceive the world. I see it in the changes of Nature; I see it in the bizarre actions of people; I hear it in the whispers of the insecure; I even feel it in my bones. I have taken for granted that each time I close my eyes to dream I will awaken to a new day. But it is a commonsense truth that every day is a precious gift, and that tomorrow is not promised. One would do well to welcome with love and gratitude the day that is given, make the best use of it, and not meet one’s final moment with regret for things done or not done, for things said or not said...