THE RIGHT TO FREEDOM AND DIGNITY

21 March 2017

DIGNITY


It’s Human Rights Day today in South Africa - a public holiday. This is the day when the 1976 Sowetan Sharpeville massacre is remembered, though it happened in June. 69 Black school children were killed by White policemen who open fired on them. But, as with most all historical events everywhere, there’s a high probability of distortion of figures here as some sites say the true number is as high as 300 killed, with many hundreds injured. The kids were peacefully protesting against apartheid pass laws.
The day has been meme-or-ized both here and across the world through this one dominating image.



A little background about the day:

Michael Trapido remembers this day in his post on Thought Leader titled Sharpeville Redux and a Bit More:
On that fateful day a group of between 5 000 and 7 000 people converged on the local police station in the township of Sharpeville, offering themselves up for arrest for not carrying their pass books.
As the large crowd gathered the atmosphere was peaceful and festive with less than 20 police officers in the station at the start of the protest. Police and military tried using low-flying jet fighters in an attempt disperse the crowd without success.
As a result the police set up Saracen armoured vehicles in a line facing the protesters and, at 13:15, incredibly, opened fire on the crowd.
He continues:
The official casualties were 69 people killed, including 8 women and 10 children, with more than 180 injured.
To date the worst case of police insanity in the history of this country.
As a result there followed a spontaneous uprising among black South Africans with demonstrations, protest marches, strikes, and riots taking place throughout the country.
This led to the government declaring a state of emergency on March 30 1960, which saw more than 18 000 people detained.

But a couple of decades on and most of the country’s middle class could care less about remembering the Sharpeville Massacre or any of the other hundred of thousands lives lost to apartheid. While the impoverished are too busy trying to survive the ganglands of the largely-unemployed and heavily-addicted majority of the shanty towns.

Then there’s a relative handful who have sometimes painfully-personal associations with the day or the days that followed/proceeded it – in the form of some apartheid atrocity or another perpetuated against them.
That’s apparently what we’re celebrating – our so-called freedom from it!
But it's all double speaks as the Truth, of course, is we’re far from free or healed from the past as a nation.

Every single day should be human rights day - in every country across the globe, including this one. The rights of all humans everywhere to be free; free of all self-imposed and externally-imposed limitations.
Free from all borders, both within us and without.

Freedom is the objective of our lives in this duality, after all. It’s what God put us on the planet to experience and what we came for. Including TO CELEBRATE THAT FREEDOM WITH OTHERS when we arrive there. For it is indeed our freedom in God that we are celebrating, first and foremost, if we are privileged enough to experience this. For Him, with Him, fulfilling His life within us.

The more free we become – as individuals, as a collective, a society, a nation and then the world, the more we will want to share that with those who are still enslaved.

For me, somehow there is no freedom for any of us without an equal amount of dignity flowing freely.
Dignity: “The state or quality of being worthy of honour or respect”.

That is, the dignity we first give ourselves and then the dignity that naturally flows from us that we can offer others.
It’s this quality of dignity that’s been impulsing me recently on my self-loving quest.

While it is particularly pertinent on this Human Rights Day here today, it’s by no means for the people of this country alone. But for all people everywhere to feel and experience dignity, to give and receive it.

Giving dignity to others is one very practical way of demonstrating honour of and for another human being. It costs absolutely nothing. Here in South Africa, with our past system of apartheid, still very much alive and well (albeit covertly) in 2017 for the majority, it’s also a way of demonstrably making reparations.
I do not in any way here mean to offer dignity as a response to those who feel guilt, to be clear. But as a means of genuinely trying to establish unity across racial lines, as this continues to be SA’s major issue, resulting in a very fractured society.

Because of seemingly-immovable racial stereotypes here, dignity could be offered as an incredibly potent tool for the healing of an entire nation.

Imagine if we devoted a day to White people giving up their seats on the train for Black people – an elderly person or a young mother with children or a pregnant woman. Or how about learning one or two phrases in the regional African tongue and using it for a day in all interactions with those of another race. Or allowing a Black person to go ahead of us in a bank or supermarket queue. Or offering to help an elderly person across the street who’s struggling.

These are just a few of the acts that can help the victimized, downtrodden and hurt ‘others’ to feel that dignity. If we devoted just a day of doing this a few times per year it thrills me to think of the walls of mistrust we could penetrate in others in genuinely extending our hand.

I mention these specifically in relation to SA, as such acts initiated by Whites towards Blacks are still rare.
As evidence, this is one of the few countries in the world where people from all different races/cultures are stupefied when an adult White person speaks an African language fluently or takes on African culture and behaviour accordingly.

Like a 2 year old White boy who’s with his Xhosa nanny all day and who shocks people because its so ‘not done’ here. While White adults who adopt the African culture or language as their own are generally looked upon by most Whites with disgust or have to suffer condescending remarks. By contrast, they are admired and respected by Black people.

However, when the tables are turned and Black people speak English – which they’re forced to for employment – it’s completely unremarkable. Or if a Black child speak numerous languages, for that matter, not an eyelid is batted. Just to give you an idea of how entrenched racism still is here.

This is why so many foreigners can’t understand why the little White boy on Youtube who speaks Xhosa gets so much positive attention because we’re all African, after all, they say.
The racism mind control programming here has been incredibly successful over the centuries, but more so for the past six decades. It’s all part of our uniquely socio-political South African landscape.

However, I guess until a problem is acknowledged, there can be no offering up of dignity or setting days aside for such.
Most Whites here don’t believe racism exists and constantly nag Black people to ‘move on’ or ‘stop opening old wounds’. That's largely a guilt response for not wishing to acknowledge all the many ways in which racism still plays out daily in the majority’s lives and experiences.

The same can be said of any country, culture, religion or political system that has and practices oppression of one type or another against its citizens. Whether this is misogyny, ageism or religious or social prejudice.

The thing is, we won’t ever recognize it as a necessary ingredient to the raising up of ourSelves in God and God in ourSelves if we still insist on being stuck in our victimhood. As a collective or as individuals. This has been our downfall.

Yet, we make choices and decisions individually that then go on to affect the whole. And I have made the choice – and continue to do so daily – that God puts me in the right place to connect with whomsoever I can serve dignity to. It may be a drop in the ocean, but every drop creates a trickle, a stream and then eventually...join with a much larger body of water.

In a world filled with dignity there can be no seething undercurrents of condescension toward others, for that will automatically be a redirect as to where we feel that way about ourselves.

MERCY, GRACE, JOY

18 March 2017



Mercy and Grace. Grace and Mercy. Somehow the two feel like partners. And God’s Mercy is given in Grace and received by the recipient with that selfsame Grace, whether we’re experiencing that consciously or not.

I’ve been mesmerized by the beauty and perfection of God’s plan lately vis-à-vis Mercy.
The Mercy being that as much pain has thus far been spared to as many as possible on this planet. In the choosing not to know and not to see the nature of our reality, our fellow Earth citizens’ lives don’t seem to have changed much – on the face of it, that is. Vast amounts of any lifestream’s efforts and energy is still being expended, though, in the direction of the money god, for the sake of pure physical survival.

And in the impoverished Third world countries, it still a fact that almost any means (including selling one's own child and risking selling body parts in operations done by dodgy surgeons) remain popular to those who have no idea where their next meal is coming from or money for a family member's medical care.

On the face of it, little appears to have changed these past few years. But, actually, everything has on the deeper interior landscape. Inside people, much has changed. Often brought on by seemingly-forced circumstances. Lessons have been gone through and passed or failed. But change, though imperceptible, has certainly been present in every heart and mind. Whether people have gone through this consciously or not.
I feel this plan has been and is filled to overflowing with Mercy. And so too will what comes be. But it’s up to each of us to view it as such. No matter what the scenarios, situations or people’s reactions.

What is Mercy? Mercy is what God gives the darkies, over and over and over again. Another chance and yet another to change direction; to give up their theatrics and their old, tired performances. To allow God to invigorate them and offer them new life; His life.

Individually, in a similar vein, Mercy is what God gives each of us too. A multitude of seemingly-endless opportunities to raise ourselves up unto Him and live from our true identities. Away from identifying with the entrenched ego and its deceptions. Which leads to us mind-fucking ourselves, if we’ve bought or are still buying into the ill-us-ion of our little selves.

WE ARE NOTHING LESS THAN GOD’S GLORY ON EARTH AND IT AWAITS TO BE UNLEASHED.
Some of us think that it’s only we who can unlock ourSelves here. But I think it’s a joint effort. It’s also God’s Mercy and Grace that works in tandem with us.

Still, I keep getting the feeling that God just loves this; His experience x 3.5 billion or so of us. Excluding the unensouled, I guess. But I’m not even sure about that.

I don’t mean God loves all of our respective struggles, triumphs and tribulations that are most of our daily lives.
But rather the entire adventure of LIVING, of us being human beings in this chosen earth experience, on His behalf.
No matter whether any given experience is good, bad or ugly as per our perception/perspective on it. Because that response of ours is not directly of Him, but our own egos.

Of course, His happiest moments – or so I feel – are when we are in a state of Grace, giving/serving and a state of Joy. Even more so, when we are conscious of this. For our Joy is His.

Yet, even when we feel down He’s not down, but merely ‘there’. Present and supportive, in an observing and consultatitive capacity, if we allow it. We go through whatever we have chosen to at whatever levels of our being and He never leaves our side. Not once.
If it’s a situation not to our liking, there has to be much comfort in that. If we value Him within us, that would surely be the case. How could we ever feel alone then?

And to me, that’s Mercy at work. Even if we can’t hear Him and his words, there’s many ways He communicates with us. It may come through the content of other people’s conversation in an eavesdropping. Or using another person as a messenger directly. Or through flowers, feathers or leaves dropping of their little gifts in our direction, as we have specific thoughts or feelings. Being conscious of this adds another dimension to the experience.
Then there’s birdsong, calls or the coo-ing of the doves. Note what you think and feel when this happens. Or better still, unusual bird, animal or insect visitations at specific times.
God’s communiqués could come through dreams or a page opening in a book or...or...any other number of ways and means. God’s ways are many in communicating with us.

We may have chosen this experience of ‘separation’ in duality, but we can FEEL through knowing our experience of things, nonetheless. Now, all that to me is also Mercy at work. When I think about Mercy, I can’t help but feel the Grace of God at work.

Receiving of the former is another type of His blessing, bestowed on us, just when we think we can take no more of whatever it is we’re experiencing that feels so damn awful.

God’s Mercy is not only the extending of a hand when we’re down. But God offering a tissue and a hug for comfort when we also feel inconsolable – figuratively speaking.

Mercy to me feels like infinite giving and forgiveness and unconditional love and acceptance, all at the same time.
It’s a powerful and important aspect of His love for us.

Except that He would likely say there’s nothing to forgive and that’s just another construct of our egos to stave of our own feelings of guilt. But I believe the ultimate root cause of all guilt/shame stems from our original separation from Him. Which we then allowed our egos to hijack and add all sorts to.

Imagine a prisoner who may be locked up with others who are way more serious criminals. These ones may infect that prisoner far more seriously and negatively in the long-term, purely by their presence. Perhaps the prisoner is there by ‘misfortune’ of some type or another. Perhaps due to a petty crime or even there ‘accidentally’. Whatever the reason, this is where he finds himself. And now he must make good for himself in a situation that is physically limiting.

Placed in isolation, it may be somewhat lonely, but simultaneously God’s Mercy has provided a clean space for his rehabilitation. And, more importantly, given him the time and space to deepen his connection to his inner divinity, his guidance and knowing within.

So does that mean every cloud has a silver lining? Or God’s Mercy can be found in any situation? I believe it does. But it requires that we recognize we have to choose to see every aspect of our life situation - no matter the limitations – as God gifting us in some way or other.

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For your listening pleasure - this amazing British jazz singer, Alice Fredenham, does it for me today



And for pure blues artistry, some Snowy White (ex Pink Floyd and Thin Lizzy guitarist):

TARGET PROSE 'EQUAL PLAYERS' & 'GOD'S PULSING'

22 February 2017


EQUAL PLAYERS


I come forth now
The pearl cast
Amongst the swine
Let no one tell you
For you know now’s the time

Time for your secrets to
Come out in the wash
Lest they be forgotton
Like all those who are lost

It’s a song and it goes like this:
Make hay while the sun shines
For your manipulation of nature
Means your comeback shall
Be even greater

It’s not that I object to your free will
Did I not give it to you that you might
Use it to the hilt?

It’s just that children who don’t know
And cannot see
Where the destruction
Of their toys and those around them ends
Have not the understanding of a grownup
To know why and when they should stop.
So must they now be firmly taken in hand.

Thus it will be made clear to you
In the most public of ways
That all can participate as EQUAL players
In your seemingly-endless games
For the first time it will be
Yes - them, you and Me

Finally, we are all to be
on leveled playing fields

It has been a long time coming
Has it not, children of the dark?

For in you lies the salvation of the world
But first you will fall by your very own sword

Truth and justice the people do want
So let’s give it to them, I say!



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25 February 2017


GOD’S PULSING


Everywhere I am, you are
Everywhere you are, I am

Your breath pulses up
From the very ground
Under my feet.
The force of you
Transmits through the wind,
It IS the very wind.

Breathe in; breathe out. There
You are...
Ever rhythmic at one with
The heart beat of the earth
And our very own.

In the silent chorus of
Your breath
I am that and all other
Mechanisms that are your
Endless expression of and
Through life.
That is My life through yours.

Every atom and molecule
That you are
Is but the echo of my
Effervescense...
My experience in your
Form.

Is that not a miracle?
That every unique lifeform
Is fuelled by My touch
Moulded by my hand
And shaped into the
Ultimate perfection
It was destined for.

Destined by Me. For
I have the final and
Ultimate say as to where
My creations are headed.

You are my precious jewels,
Shining your brilliant Lights
On my behalf.
It is no accident you are in
The space, time and planet
You find yourself.
You have longed for this
Experience as opportunity
For our grand re-union, in form.

Take it now. Waste not a moment
Longer. It is the greatest gift you
May honour yourself with.

More importantly, will you then
Be in a position to truly honour,
And in turn, gift the masses.


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These profound lyrics of this 28 year old song by Roland Orzabal and Curt Smith from Tears for Fears is even more apt now than it was then. Because now the war against human consciousness reaches its pitch.
Still, I forgot what unique vocalists these two are. And don't ask me whether they're murdered now and clones of the original great pair...I want to pretend to myself...just this once, when listening to some of my past musical loves. Even though I strongly suspect (one way or the other) Roland is not the Roland of 1989. Song lyrics below.
Enjoy!






High time, we made a stand
And shook up the views of the common man
And the love train rides from coast to coast
D.j.'s the man we love the most
Could you be, could you be squeaky clean and smash every hope of democracy
As the head line says you're free to choose
There's egg on your face and mud on your shoes
One of these days they're gonna call it the blues yeah, yeah

Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love, sowing the seeds
Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love, sowing the seeds

I spy tears in their eyes they look to the skies
For some kind of divine intervention
Food goes to waste
So nice to eat, so nice to taste
Politician granny with your high ideals
Have you no idea how the majority feels?
So with out love and a promised land
We're fools to the rules of a government plan
Kick out the style, bring back the jam, yeah, yeah

Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love, sowing the seeds
Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love, sowing the seeds
The birds and the bees
My girlfriend and me in love

Feel the pain
Talk about it
If you're a worried man
Then shout about it

Open hearts fell about it
Open minds think about it
Everyone read about it
Every one scream about it
Everyone (everyone, yeah)
Everyone (everyone) read about it, read about it
Read it in the books, in the crannies and the nooks, there are books to read

(Sowing the seeds) Sowing the seeds of love, we're sowing the seeds, sowing the seeds
Sowing the seeds of love, sowing the seeds
Sowing the seeds of love
Sowing the seeds of love
Mister England sowing the seeds of love

Time to eat all your words
Swallow your pride
Open your eyes

Time to eat all your words
Swallow your pride
Open your eyes

Time to eat all your words (High time we made a stand and shook up the view of the common man)
Swallow your pride (And the love train rides from coast to coast)
Open your eyes (every minute of every hour)
Open your eyes (I Love a sunflower)
Open your eyes (and I believe in love power, love power)
Open your eyes (love power)

Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love, sowing the seeds
Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love, sowing the seeds
Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love
sowing the seeds, an end to need
And the Politics of Greed With Love

Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love, sowing the seeds
Sowing the seeds of love (hand in hand), seeds of love (hand in hand), sowing the seeds
Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love, sowing the seeds

GROWING THE CONNECTION IN GOD

11 February 2017

I was recently looking back at some old notes made from years ago for my still as yet-unfinished book. I was a rather lusty and sometimes predatory wench in my approach to relationships when I decided who I would be involved with.

Often the hunt was better or as good as the kill for me. And often I would tire easily of the person once the shine had worn off. Except for those few that I was also best friends with. But by and large, it was more often than not a case of leave them – before they could leave and hurt me. This was very much part of my relationship pattern and a result of feelings of abandonment as a child.

But here I am now, sitting in my garden with our green and red chested local sunbirds singing up a storm, settling on this bush and that tree. In between, I’m having a marvelous communion with TATA.

What I’m thinking is that the beauty of the relationship with God/your I AM/God complex is that it never gets stale like the human relationship. A relationship living in God as He is in you, means the honeymoon period never ends. It’s all-ways thrilling, all-ways new and all-ways a pleasure. At least, it is for me.

I am exceedingly grateful to have experienced every (seemingly)tiny moment, exchange, inspiration, idea, motivation and so much else from and with God.

The past 1.5 years has been the best in this regard. Though it’s sometimes come and gone, it’s been the most consciously-connected period to God’s presence I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing in this lifetime.

There is nothing and no one else in human form that can be what God is to me. Likewise, I feel that to be the same for all of us. His presence within us is all-encompassing, all-embracing and it is infinitely expansive. Though I’ve always physically wanted to hug God too.

When I’ve asked questions in the past about soulmates, it’s been made clear that soulmates serve Him through and with one another. Or we serve one another through and with Him. In so doing, we are better-equipped as the ‘two or more in His name’ to serve in the world together and as per guidance received.

And through our soulmate we would be able to do that one thing that we cannot do alone in physicality – and that is to hug God through and with the other. Even though we can embrace and be embraced at the non-physical level.
I know all that might sound obvious, but at the time I wanted to know more about the dynamics of soulmates.
I was given a visual of a giant egg cracked vertically into two halves that represented the soulmates. Two halves of the whole egg living in God’s amniotic fluid or force.

By the same source (can’t remember who now) I remember hearing that soulmates come together already whole - not imbalanced or in neediness - when we do finally connect. Then all we do is enhance the living experience of each other, in and for and with God.

At that point there is growth and expansion for the individuals that is harmonious, rather than conflictual because we’ve already healed ourselves into that (returned) wholeness within Him.
That was given when I understood a lot less about this - our primary relationship as being in and with God first.

To get back to my individual experience, I’m not exaggerating to say I live for these interactive moments in God. I hunger and thirst for them when, sometimes days pass, and I haven’t (for one reason or another) had my God fix!

The thing is, this communication has become central to my existence. And the upside of working from home primarily means I don’t have the pressure of having to rush off to an office and I can take time out to connect with my environment.
There’s time to feel and think or muse over one of my many questions and wait to have God/the universe send me a sign directly.

Riding the ups and downs of the human consciousness extreme adventure is certainly not for the faint-hearted. It wasn’t years ago and it’s far less so now. What with the terrified darkies engaged in their battle against us (even though it’s one sided as some of us aren’t fighting back), at every turn and level – as they increasingly lose control.
It’s only a two way battle between opposing forces if you create the opposition by fighting back.
That’s the mistake we can easily make, feeding the parasitics further power and I should know, if anyone.

Withdrawing that power and using it instead to plug into your I AM/God within/God complex, forces, whatever term you’d like to refer to, is far more productive, healing and centering.
Why? Because you are choosing the Real You and your sovereignty=your freedom in that moment. Rather than to identify with your limited, fear-driven ego that eggs you on to fight back.

A deeper relationship with God relies on us bringing our whole self to Him. The more whole we are, the more of Him we can have/opens up to experience. And why the work on self is crucial.

Because I’m learning increasingly how to live in the moment (which the ego hates, by the way), I have less and less desire to know about what tomorrow may bring.
Yes, of course I care. But I cannot invest any more energy into speculating on the future, especially as today I’m creating more of it for tomorrow. Besides, I’ve never been one who’s been given to know either who I am or what I’m here for. Nor had anything confirmed other than subtle suggestion, that is.

Besides that, the timelines on this planet have shifted radically, it seems. I’ve been through two such personal experiences myself – one during the first 10 days of September last year and another during the first week of January this year.
These strange nightly events felt like I was experiencing the spin-drying part of a washing machine cycle all through the night. Like I was being tumbled or spun through and across lifetimes/timelines/universes. Or all.

I woke every morning feeling completely ungrounded, disorientated and couldn’t think straight for the entire period. I later heard I was 'living out’ a different lifetime/s or timelines – every night! I didn’t check the source at the time, but it kind of felt right to me.
It hardly makes sense to me...except in light of what’s happened/hasn’t between then and now.
'There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy'. by Francis Bacon/Shakespeare comes to mind.


All I know is that many more moments of each day's simplicity and beauty returns me to that 5 year old feeling of wonder and awe in all of God’s creations. I’ve always had a strong child-like streak that’s remained intact and delight in the experience of God’s presence in many places. Including his kingdoms: the birds, insects, flowers, trees, clouded sky, waves, domestic and wild animals and much more.

Every single day is a new one and new opportunity to transcend limitations, that we may become whole. You can’t fully love yourself until you are. In turn, in fully loving yourself, you get to access so much more of God. Then you naturally are unconditionally loving towards others. I know I've said this more than once before. Please bear with me as it's my current focus. And I’ve seen this in the past few days in my life – being good to myself first is being good to God, to put it that way.

I realize more now that every bit of growth depends on how we first see ourselves; our perception.
Being in love, in awe and celebrating ourself first opens the flow of love between us and God. Some would argue that it’s already opened. Yes, it is. Except when you’re not identifying with that Real You. Which for most of us used to be most of the time. I say ‘used to be’ as God’s helping to cleanse and raise our consciousness now.

Personally, I don’t think I’ve experienced as many insights – and hopefully growth with it - in this entire lifetime of being awake as much as I have during the past two or three months.

Let the glory of God rise and shine from every crack and crevice.
Thanks be to Him.

OPENING TO HIS LIFE

No longer do I war, battle, struggle, am worried or concerned. That is a travesty against God and ridiculous to even contemplate anymore.
Here's a bit of my more fruitful recent rants and contemplations:

If God says:
I AM His acceptance and allowance of all that He is, then I AM
If God says:
I AM His confidence, then I AM
If God says:
I AM deserving and worthy, then I AM
If God says:
I AM His Wholeness, then I AM
If God says:
I AM His living, breathing, walking, talking Love, then I AM
If God says:
I AM Unity - as One with Him and all my brothers and sister, then I AM

This is for us all...know it so to be!
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We are like His sunflowers: moving our heads to catch his Light, our nourishment. Yet He is also the seed that birthed us and chose when we were to blossom into the fullness of our glory.
Then it was He who chose when the blossoms were to fall and how the sustenance in those sunflower seeds-and in the sunflower's final cycle- would be produced as an offering for the hunger of the many.
May we live then as the Sunflowers we are.
*****

Let us grab the gift of Him within us now and never let go. It is the one and only thing that is our true shelter in the storm, our lifejacket in a stormy sea and our oasis in the desert.
It IS our saving grace, bestowed upon us by Him.
It is also our thirst quenched. A glorious sip of God's liquid Light within us is worth more than a thousand feasts.
Let us quench of our thirst and of our hunger for God now, dear friends, that we can know and live our salvation.
For He within us has ever been our one and only salvation. The salvation of our souls.

GOING OFF ON A GOD TANGENT

5 July 16

GOING OFF ON A GOD TANGENT 1

Dear God

Your Presence and nearness
Thrills me beyond reason.
I am intrigued and overwhelmed
By the mystery that
Is You within me.
Hours and hours of pondering
Mean exactly nothing.
And I find myself momentarily
In the Vastness of You
So far divorced from the little me.

What, You within me?
That is and has
To be the greatest miracle ever!
What a gift; what an achievement
What a treasure chest of wealth
Awaits in Oneness with You.
It’s too stupendous to contemplate
That I’d rather not.

Only to say
I AM yours
In every way, every day.
Do with me as thou will
And ONLY as THOU will
Flood me with the deliciousness
of your sweet embrace
In ecstasy, together, we
Will do the dance
Of the Beloveds unto eternity.
So sings my heart this day.

It and I am yours for the taking
Pluck me now, God
I AM ripe and ready

It might sound trite
But singer Donna Summer’s
Old song comes to mind:
‘Could it be magic now
‘Now, come into my heart
Let me know the wonder
Of all of You now...’

In Truth, there is nothing
To give up; nothing to lose
Because the life of the little self
Is nothing when it compares
to what the
Grandness of Yours must be...

What is this sweet mystery
That pulls and pushes me
Hither and thither
That I may willingly
Walk into the heart of You
Within me.

Is THIS - relaxing into your
Loving embrace - what surrender means?

Oh, sweet joy...
How can I ever thank you
Enough? What can I do
To express my undying
Gratitude
This day

For this day is all I have
It is all there is

How may I serve thee,
Dear God?
You have only to state
Your every desire.

As I sink further, deeper,
Into the Oneness of your
Heart within Mine.

As you have reminded
Me more than once
On the subject of Oneness
‘Who knows where
The gin meets the tonic
In a glass’?

You are MY tonic,
Dear God. The only
Thing I need or want
To sustain myself.

Without You there is
No life ...none
There can only
Be a life with(in) the
Source and Centre
Of all.

So it is and so be it!