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Soul Notes: Honesty is the Best Policy, 11 July 2001

To be able to relax into fear (or into any state of being), honesty is required. In this case, honesty means that one must have the willingness and ability to deeply acknowledge without judgment What Is, and to do so in a way that one relinquishes the need and desire to control, or to change, the immediate particularity of the What Is.

In such a posture, one could be said to surrender.

In the best-case scenario, one surrenders into trust – trust that in the big picture, all is well because all is in balance because all is under the watchfulness of the Great Eye. The Great Eye is one’s very own capital “S” Soul, or Authentic Self, which knows and, in a manner unable to be understood totally by you at this time, orchestrates the re-integration of its multiple little “s” soul Aspects back into a unified whole.

Depending upon the level of Self-awareness of each Aspect (including the Aspect that is you), the fear experience of any given Aspect (you, in this case) may not, in actuality, be your current and genuine experience, but the experience of a Sibling Aspect that is, in effect,  passing through you as part of the transmutation process directed by the Authentic Self. You, as an Aspect farther along in the journey of integration and awakening, permit the energy to move through you so that it can be transmuted into higher and lighter energy. In addition to the role of transmuter, in various ways you might also think of yourself as transducer, transformer, transmitter, and transgiver.

You and the OverSoul that you call Authentic Self are so much more than most of you realize; more than you can, at this point, comprehend, and certainly greater than you experience yourself to be here on Earth. Therefore, be not so afraid for your life, for it is everlasting. Not in a static, ongoing, single-experience a-la-Disney way, but as an infinite expression of continual change, creativity, and invention.

If you can occasionally step outside of yourself, take a step “back,” as it were, to see with a wider lens, then you can find that all really is well. You can find, too, that you are truthfully all of What Is and can, with practice, even choose the experienece you wish to have.

Honesty truly is the best policy: when your What Is is frightening, opening your arms honestly to the scared little soul (little boy or girl) is the best policy; when one’s What Is is joyful, opening one’s arms honestly to the excited little soul (little boy or girl) is the best policy. You - as All of It – are the one who knows beyond all else that life can be nothing but change, or life would not be.

Just as you find the umbrella when that’s what the weather dictates, the sunscreen, the windbreaker, the bathing suit or the wool overcoat, then within your personal What Is, hold open your great good arms for the more insecure Aspects of your Being and let their fears move through you, the loving transformer. Even if you cannot always be of good cheer, do what you can to be not so afraid. All is in balance, which means all is in order, and you are a mighty player on the stage of your Soul’s everlasting life.

Blessed Be.

© Amy Pierce and In Spiritual Wonder, 2010. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Amy Pierce and In Spiritual Wonder with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

Knock Knock

Soul Notes: Knock Knock, 31 May 2010

Quite a depressing tale I’m telling this morning. Any “up and outs” available?

knock knock.

who’s there?

me.

me who?

me as you; wanna join me?

surely you jest.

no, but you may.

may what?

jest as long as you like.

you mean i’m joking? my life is not a joke!

perhaps not; but could it be a joy?

surely you continue your jesting.

no joke, amy. joy is only the other side of what you’ve unknowingly nourished all these years – your father’s skewed and dangerous vision of who you are and who you aren’t.

i’m tired and i just want to go home.

home has never betrayed or abandoned you.

maybe not; but it’s not doing much to welcome me, either.

only your eyes and heart can do that; no one can make that choice for you.

i just don’t know how to dig any deeper.

honey, you don’t have to dig deeper; that hole is deep enough! just look up. there’s light up here. turn around and grab hold of the ladder you descended and just climb, rung by rung, back up into the light. it’s where you come from, you know. no reason to languish in that pit of your father’s creation that you felt compelled to maintain all these years. the light belongs to you and you to it. while it’s ever been true that your light cannot be taken from you, you, my dear, can continue not seeing yourself lit up. as ginger has ventured forth onto the porch these past three days, absorbing the sunlight as she can, could you, too, not take a few steps up out of that hole?

what would it look like? those few steps, i mean.

it’s little more than letting the air of your wondrous world into your lungs; letting the sunlight bathe your body; letting the birdsong into your heart. these godgifts are meant to sustain you; they cannot be taken away. as you allow yourself to breathe, absorb, hear, the air around you lightens; that is, light comes into the darkness. you always have the option to start over from where you are. let your dreams see the light of day again. if they don’t come to fruition, it won’t be because you squelched the possibility, but because the “great scheme” that is your life had a different agenda. you, amy, must nourish the dream; must have it, own it, feel it, ingest it, live it. without your incubation, of course it will turn back into nothingness! you are the light that feeds the dream. without you, the dream is nothing more than an egg left in an empty nest. so get excited about your nest; get excited about the new car that is right now, if you choose to see it this way, being driven toward you; get excited about more enlivening work sitting on the doorstep awaiting an open door; get excited about what you truly are capable of and stop abandoning your nests! stop laying little speckled eggs and then not warming and tending them. do your job so that we can do ours. without your part, ours is impossible. as you tend to your eggs and keep your nest fortified, we can then put the wheels of the world in motion. without you, we cannot do the job we are so very capable of doing, so very happy to do for and with you. there is a saying in your world:  “if you build it, they will come.” if you sit on your eggs, we cannot help but sit on ours!

blessed be.

© Amy Pierce and In Spiritual Wonder, 2010. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Amy Pierce and In Spiritual Wonder with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

the tales of men

the tales of men, 6 june 2010

and the time will come when the tales of men will be no more than a distant haze in the far reaches of a sky turned to gold; a mist across the far corner of a landscape given way, at last turned back to its Beginnings from fertility and fecundity. and the time will be one such that men again become as little children, their innocent Love cast like a net of light upon a world of wonders.

© Amy Pierce and In Spiritual Wonder, 2010. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Amy Pierce and In Spiritual Wonder with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

Soul Notes: The Last Night Before the First Day, 2 June 2010

Therefore, at the end of these two days of final surrender, let the deep night usher in the morning that the wings of dawn may bring the peace you have called forth. You have been heard by you, and so have answered your own call to due diligence. Speak and be heard by daily opening the dawn with your Word to make anew, each morning, a fresh-aired light of living; this new beginning is your creation alone. Release yourself from a bondage you somehow decided belonged to you so that you might walk out of the desert, that wasteland at first not of your making, but becoming one you helped to sustain. Know who you are and do not falter within the knowing. Go forth now into the land of your own promise, the one you made before ever you were born:  to remember your Self.

 Following your spirit’s lead, at this turning time of midnight you walked into the dark with bare feet on wet ground to meld with Gaia’s earth, to place your hand upon the hard, rough bark of your beloved redbud, to speak aloud from the true heart of your powerful soul words that flowed into the night and out through your right hand, the giving hand, as your left rose of its own accord to oh-so- lightly rest upon your heart and feel the redbud reflect the ancient energy of trees, back through your body and out the soles of your feet, mirroring your own words in its ancient language and leading your body to sway to and fro, up and back, side to side until it was done.

 In this time-out-of-time moment of standing for reclamation of spirit-reliance, grounding, and certainty of purpose, earth, tree, and sky blessed your pronouncement with a confluence of gathered energy, and we, your Circle of Timeless Ones, echoed the blessing of the natural world and brought to you the promise of Heaven. Heaven, you may know, is in part the Light that separated night from day, the Dark that separated day from night. In the realm of time, this is as it must be. In the realm of Evermore where time is no longer, Light and Dark become one integrated wholeness. Just as you gathered your Selves together this night in a ritual of integration, we offered the promise of Evermore in blessing.

 On this, the last night before the first day, may your slumber be so deep and dreamless that you usher in morning on your own fledgling wings. In doing so, may the peace you have called forth by your surrender to the flow of life dawn this day in the infinite and silent splendor of Evermore.

 Blessed Be.

© Amy Pierce and In Spiritual Wonder, 2010. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Amy Pierce and In Spiritual Wonder with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

The Tree of Life

Note from Amy: “The Tree of Life,” written by my friend, Stacy Grove, poetically, profoundly, chronicles her experience on a recent mission trip to St. Joseph’s Home for Boys in Haiti. Stacy traveled with a team from Hayes Barton United Methodist Church (Raleigh, NC). I feel compelled to share it with you.

The Tree of Life by Rev. Stacy Grove

Six men and two women …

A team…bound for Haiti

with a desire to serve as called.

How to make a difference???

Equipped with willing hearts,

disaster training, tools & food,

… a strong faith…

with love and prayers of family,

friends and church.

Too much to absorb

Brokenness all around…

showing itself in different form

at every turn.

Our eyes glazed over by myriad images,

too much to behold –

Tap-taps in bright colors,

gray billowing exhaust fumes,

white tents, blue tarps;

trash and ruins.

People bathing between tents

adjacent to city streets;

children begging,

horns honking,

crumbled structures…

rubble….

Two boys cooling off in the street,

from a dripping drain

on a water truck stuck in traffic.

Women carrying, on their heads, large baskets,

which hold their goods to sell –

They and others walking the street…

walking from here to there

with expressionless faces.

Arrival at St. Joseph’s Home for Boys….

And there it is… ‘The Tree’.

Amidst all the concrete

of houses and collapsed structures.

‘The Tree’

Its rugged grey trunk blending

with grey cement walls;

A vine with large leaves clinging to it;

Its foliage so high above the building it supports;

Barely noticed by the passerby.

Yet to one like me,

who seeks the green of life

in a concrete city,

It is an oasis!

It towers more than eight stories high,

its limbs giving shade,

with leaves that dance in the breeze…

It is a Tree of Life

This is the tree that saved the lives of many!

With all its strength,

it has restrained

the crumbling floors

of a 7 story building.

Three months later it withstands the weight

of two floors against its trunk,

Their remnants still hang over the side.

Large cement chunks dangling

with twisted rebar and electric wiring;

A large piece of flooring wedged into its bark,

40’ above its roots!

Wounded and scarred by the falling debris,

Bowed so much… as it bears the weight of this burden,

This towering tree stands as witness…

to the life of boys,

scarred and burdened by their own life stories;

boys who learn to become family

and are transformed to become leaders.

This towering tree stands in witness…

Of boys in daily prayer, doing chores, or homework;

Of ‘bravos’ and Sunday dart games;

Of St. Joe’s many visitors,

Welcomed with smiles and a cup of water.

This towering tree stands in witness…

Of wounded people becoming whole;

Of drum, song and dance;

Of laughter, love, and transformation;

Of Ben trapped,

Of Bill leaping for life,

Of injury and rescue,

Of so many prayers lifted high.

This towering tree stands in witness …

As people pass below and alongside…

People challenged by the struggles of daily life.

Women carrying water jugs to their homes,

Boys and men carrying 5 gallon buckets…

Of rubble… to the BIG pile.

This towering tree stands in witness…

Of Haitians working together hand in hand

with those from another country

who come to serve…

to tear down that which stands in ruin…

to restore some sense of order

in the chaos that surrounds them;

to build up the spirits of boys and men

… girls and women,

so bent by the harshness of life

and reality of disaster.

This towering tree stands in witness…

As falling rubble scars and bends its backbone,

Its roots planted firmly and

grounded deeply into the earth below;

New growth that blooms from a wounded place.

It is a Tree of Life amidst loss,

It stands alone and ever so tall with dignity.

This towering tree stands in witness…

Of faith that is tested,

Of trust,

Of hard work,

Of sweat and tears,

Of determination,

Of boys who become men,

Of those who are deeply rooted in Christ.

This towering tree stands in witness…

of life… of love… of death…

of dignity… of hope … of resilience…

…of resurrection!

May God bless these people

and offer them an inner calm

amidst their most recent storm of life.  Amen

Written May 2010 by Rev. Stacy Grove

HeartSpace Spiritual Resources

Heartspace-spirit@earthlink.net

Upon return from UMVIM Early Response Disaster Mission

To St. Joseph’s Home for Boys

www.heartswithhaiti.org

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