Saturday, January 23, 2021
Healing is of the heart. Heal your heart, and you are healed. Your heart wants to be listened to. It becomes heavy when it is not, and you feel heavy-hearted.
Your heart is not meant to ache. It is not meant to lie fallow either. Your heart is for something. It is to be believed. Your heart is a voyager upon the Seven Seas.
Your heart is like a wonderful ship upon the waters. The waves move it, and it moves in the waves, but it does not topple. It is not submerged in the waves, yet the waves wash over it. The ship does not resist the waves. If the ship ran against the waves with the intent to mow them down, it could be battered, but it moves easily, side by side with the waves, as it were. It neither vanquishes nor is vanquished. It fights no battles. It merely follows its own course upon the High Seas.
It doesn't bobble, nor does it sink.
It doesn't rule the sea nor is it ruled by it.
The sea is life, and you are the wonderful sailing ship who moves through it.
You make furrows in the water, and you leave the water to itself. You are unfurrowed. You merely move through the waves.
You exist with the waves, but you are independent of them. They buoy you, but they are not what holds you up.
You swim in the sea of life. You blow bubbles. You do not even know all that swims along with you. You are pulled by the tide, and yet you follow the course you have set out upon.
You are a ship that sails with a destination in mind. In mind, the destination is the same as in sight. Your destination is the horizon before you. It is the skyline you follow, and the skyline keeps rising as you do rise, you, rolling along on the surging waves.
You climb the mast, and you see further. And further becomes closer, and then you see beyond that. And that which you see curves in upon itself, and you look within and find treasure, not sunken treasure, but viable moving treasure mildly covered with seaweed and little shells.
Your churn the ocean. The ocean moves you, and you move it.
The healing waters of your heart bob along. Your heart cleanses itself. It is self-cleaning. It is self-circulating. Your heart knows no bounds. It has no limits. The heart is love made physical. The heart is the house of love.
Your heart is more than a sea urchin. Your heart is the sea itself, and yet it is also the boat that rides upon it. But it is not a barge, nor is it a raft. It is a light sailing vessel that is at home anywhere. Everywhere.
The Human heart has no locks. It has valves that open. And what do they open to but the love that resides within. The heart is awash in its own love. And that love circulates through you.
Do not squeeze the natural love in your heart. Let it loose. That is the wound, to contract the heart. Your heart must be uncontracted. It must make room for all the other hearts in the world, for all hearts are yours. They beat in tune with yours. There is no secular heart. All hearts share Me in common, and so they share themselves.
Your heart is not for yourself alone. It is not for the healing of yourself alone. Your heart is far greater than the regulator of you. It pulses the universe, for, within the marina of your heart, the universe is harbored.
Friday, January 22, 2021
Remember that you are not the only thing going on in the world. Sometimes the things you feel are reflections from the world. What you feel and think certainly are reflected in the world, but others' thoughts and feelings are also reflected in you. You catch a ball, as it were, and you think it is yours.
You ask where it came from, but you attribute its arrival to something deep within you, or you blame it on outside forces, and, it is true that sometimes you are an innocent bystander. But wherever anxiety comes from, from within you or extended to you and taken within, you don't want to pay it so much heed. Do not take it so seriously. It is but a passing shadow fallen on your brow. The sun comes by and by and moves the shadow away.
What is not seen as light must be shadow. Shadow is light shaded. It is light covered up by something. But light is only covered. It is not dismantled. Without light, there could not be shadow. But light exists with or without shadow. Light is not dependent upon shadow for its existence. Light falls upon shadow, and the shadow is gone. The shadow never influenced the light. Light disregards shadow.
Or sometimes light plays on shadow, plays peek-a-boo, blinks shadow around, peeks under it, overlays it, but light is playing with itself. Light is light-footed. Dark is heavy-footed. Light is fundamental. Shadow is not.
Light is quiet. It has a steady influence. It is overt. It does not sneak. It is as plain as day.
You can be in a good mood, or a dark mood. Consider mood as light itself. In that case, you are always light, so you are always in a good mood, only sometimes your mood is covered by shadow. Shadows come and go, so you think moods come and go, but the basis of mood is light. Light never left you, yet you believe the cover-up more than you believe the light. You go by shadow often.
Do not think that going by your moods is going by your heart. Your true heart does not fluctuate. It beats true. Listening to your heart is not the same as listening to your mood. Be out of mood mode.
Moods are transient. They are will-o'-the wisps. You can't go by them. You cannot depend on them. They change before your very eyes. They are illusive. But light is not.
You would not lean on a sapling. You would lean on an oak tree. Yet you lean on your moods. Often you let them rule you.
A mood is a mood. That is all it is. And you are far more than your moods. Rise above an ailing mood.
You can turn on the light in your heart whenever you wish. You can turn it on right now. It is easy.
Darkness does not have to possess you. You can look at dark feelings as you would anything that passes by you. You can go on to the next feeling. Or you can be a passer-by of a mood that grips you. You don't have to be gripped by it. You can laugh at it.
Dark is to be laughed at, for it is nothing but shadow. It is a clown, or it is a drama queen, but, in any case, you can laugh at it. You don't have to revere it or go by it. You can take it off like a reckless scarf. Unwind the mood, and toss it in a corner somewhere.
Do not give credence to your moods. Why should you? There is a steady ray of light that shines brightly through you that casts no shadow. There is no need to let your light be shadowed when you can stand brightly in Mine.