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Her celestial countenance appeased the darkness to such a depth that even the abyss became confounded in regards to its true nature.

How can beauty thrive in such chaos?
The abyss wondered incessantly
Admonishing any semblance of grace peering through the darkness.
It grew tired of the struggle scorching its soul,
thoughts woven in between shame and anger,
An emptiness filled with such isolation
Fear becoming its constant companion.

But the beauty still breathed life.
It eternally breathed hope.
It breathed a gentleness that gave chaos permission to
To finally feel that beauty of its true nature.

And so it was.
With each passing moment, the abyss became resplendent.
It became so beautiful. It yearned to see and know itself differently than it did before.
And when it finally looked in the mirror, the celestial countenance that first appeared and appeased the darkness was that of its own visage.

It takes the breath of God to rest deeply in humility.

We weave each soul’s song into a collective harmony

Amidst a purpose that demands rebirth with each whisper of inner growth.

Oh to be reborn into a tapestry of consciousness where the light and the darkness

Carry each other with respect to Divine Providence which gave them life.

You are a child of God. You are a child of each other, the sun, the moon and the stars.

Individuation blossoms as it dances within a universe where hands are held and hearts are one.

Who are you in the emptiness of being?

An extraordinary vessel, a passage of time immemorial, a portal of love.

You are the image and likeness of all that is Divine.

What more is there to know?

Karma

She walked in carrying a brown leather suitcase and wearing stiletto heels. Her raven colored hair, high cheekbones and dark red lipstick set against a backdrop of times past and present. The gleam in her eye as she stared you down from head to toe.

Images of sins and pain flash as images on a billboard

Of thoughts and actions in every lifetiime

You have come to live.

Her name was Karma. She didn’t need your permission to visit or open up your life and tear out its pages.

Your life was her business. Your history was her game.

Your penance was her obligation. Your weaknesses were her breath.

You had forgotten what she looked like each lifetime she came around.

But you will begin to remember.

The sound of her heels walking slowly through your path.

The noise so deafening it screams through every cell in your body.

She rarely utters a word.

She simply stares as you tremble, gazing at that suitcase

Where your judgement awaits you.

Make no mistake.

Karma’s looks can be deceiving.

The moments she spends with you can feel like an eternity.

We never really know what’s in that suitcase or what our judgement is until the next time around.

But we wait as sweat pours down our cheeks.

That one last glance as she throws back her hair, purses those red lips, takes that suitcase

And walks out a door created just for her.

Breathe slowly

Deeply

Intimately

With such reverence for the vessel

In which your spirit calls home.

Tend to it with great mercy

Only the light could understand.

Bathe it with immense

Hope until

You quiver with faith.

Touch it with pure kindness

Until you weep the name of God

In every language known to the angels.

One day, you just might receive

This gift that you have been given

In all its splendor.

I prefer to keep company with magic.

With wild thunderstorms that dance through the universe

With dreams of merriment amidst ancestors of old

With mischievous spirits that frolic through the ethers

With bouquets of flowers that whisper sweet nothings into my heart

And with human beings who never stop believing

in the eternal power that kindness can wield.

When will it End?

Listen to the embers burning

Of ancient cries amidst war

The desolation and emptiness that only darkness can bring.

You search for souls as your narrative

Weaves its way among ruins and bodies

Whose story becomes imprinted in your own

And within generations not even birthed yet.

You and I were once torn by gunfire and hatred

In another time, another place.

Do you think there are sides to war beyond the veil

Where the light glows?

You are both my comrade and my enemy

As centuries have passed

And our wounds have befriended

A peace deemed by God.

But our minds still want war

And to tear each other’s stories to shreds

So that no one can whisper victory but you.

When you finally cross beyond that veil

You will learn that victory belongs to nobody but

The light you refused to see.

The little boy looked bemused and raised his head towards the heavens.

“God, why do I need to understand my own darkness?”

“Because you asked me to show you your light.”

“But then why do I have to experience such struggle?”

“Because you asked me to bless you with miracles my child.”

The little boy was getting frustrated with God.

“Can’t I just experience love without the sadness, the pain, the loss?”

God looked quizzically at the little boy.

“In which dimension are you referring to my child?”

“Where I exist, light and darkness, love and pain, suffering and freedom; they mean different things than they do in your world.”

“Humans complicate such matters of the heart when it comes to their own existence and experience and then when they cross, they evolve into such an energy that there is no differentiation in those matters of the heart you ask about.”

The little boy, still looking at the heavens, wanted to ask one more question.

“Well, can I have that now? Do I have to wait?”

“I’ve never stopped any human from experiencing that kind of heaven on earth in their hearts or minds. It’s up to you my child.

You can change your internal experience and understanding any time you want, so that you struggle less. The power has always been inside of you.”

The little boy became quiet and God continued.

“Humans want more. They want to rush through the darkness and the pain to get to the light without realizing the light never left.

They refuse to see the miracles in the suffering.

They can’t see the peace in the loss.”

“I don’t know God, humans sound so confusing to me now,” the little boy said.

“I’m right there with you my son. I’ve been perplexed by their need to perpetuate their own suffering when the answers are only a heartbeat away.”

And with that, the little boy thanked God and sat for a while in the sacred silence God left behind.

My work with clients this week focused much around the topic of feeling safe. Almost everyone felt the emotional boundary systems that have been in place for a while are once again crumbing within and around them. One of my clients said he knew he couldn’t rush through the process or find a quick fix, yet the feeling of dread around worldly events leaves him suffocating. The boundaries he had relationships with no longer support him in the same way, nor do those thoughts he created around them. We worked on creating new definitions of feeling safe, both within the world and within himself, including those relationships in his life. We spoke about finding new interests, organizing new thoughts in the ways in which he saw the world. Little things like volunteering, supporting a cause close to your heart can all contribute to feeling safe in this world. The more you hold onto the old boundary systems especially in relationships the more constricted you will feel in your life and in connection with those around you. A new boundary system and new definition of safety takes time to unfold and integrate. Changes in your external world are happening fast. Don’t expect those changes in your internal world to manifest at the same pace. Be patient and gentle with yourself.

I ran as fast as I could away from the abyss until the unknown reached for my hand and held it tightly.

Restless and shaking in its grasp, my voice trembled as I screamed,

“What do you want from me? Let me go! Let me go!”

No answer from the void.

I writhed and squirmed trying to pull myself away but its tendrils had me bound to uncertainty, fear and doubt.

My cries went unheard by the gods, the trees, the mountains, and the rivers.

No one could be seen for miles.

Tears streamed down my cheeks and the silence became deafening.

That hand held me so tightly that moments seemed like lifetimes.

Until finally, a gentle voice called out to me.

“Why are you hiding my child?

It’s me, God. I’ve been holding your hand all this time.

So have the trees, the mountains and the rivers.

Even the sun, the moon and the stars.

You kept thinking you were alone in the darkness.

But we were all right here with you every step of the way.

Your screams and cries were heard and your tears wiped gently from your cheeks.

We called out to you a number of times, but you didn’t hear us.

We stood in front of you but you didn’t see us.

We held you but you didn’t feel us.”

I slowly shifted my gaze upwards and couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

I hadn’t moved from that very spot where I saw nothing but darkness.

Yet all I saw and felt now was love, surrounding me in many forms.

And then I knew, from that moment on, that there was a place for both amidst the gods.

And where there was one, the other would exist simultaneously.

God showed me it was my choice to exist with each of them peacefully.

I turned to God and asked Him to show me more. I wanted to know all there was to know about the universe. My fear turned into excitement, my dread into curiosity.

He reached for my hand again and gently whispered into my ear.

“Knowing everything will not keep the peace that I am offering you. Accepting the unknown that appeared before you heard my voice will.”

The abyss surrounded me once again, the unknown touched my flesh. But the hand of God was still holding onto mine. And all was right in my world.