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Saturday, March 31, 2018

GOD COMES THROUGH THE WOUND



        "Illumination comes... through the space created
by your psychic insecurity"... ie: abandonment
complex... becomes the pearl in the half-shell... the
space through which the angels come... the jagged
hole in the chapel wall... allows... the glorious pink
fingers... the purest white chaste light of humility,
prayer and forgiveness... the white chapel sun light
of the forgiving love of God.... the law - creates the
pain, like the sand- the pearl, out of pain... and
the wound creates the space necessary, the crack
through which the dawn comes, and Maitreya, and 
the returning Christ... the light of whom even now is
a suggestion of purple out of twilight... the hint of the
dawn of the new age which transcends this base
period, Iron Age, Kali Yuga, age of doubt and
material grasping... out of this wound and pain
out of which blossoms tearful kneeling prayers 
and need for that which is beyond our powers
to come and peck at the crack in our psyches
like a mother bird does to the eggshell both
protecting and confining her baby... she breaks
open the crack.... lets in the light... out of the
crack in the eggshell ego comes the annihilation
of the shell... complete removal of confining
protection... and if the psychic space is there,
the tears and the need for prayer.... Grace will come
like a rain of forgiving light more chaste and pure
than anything you could have imagined.... and in
this divine forgiveness, this holy welcome... you
see where you are as you step out across the infinite
galactic spaces - you have come home.
        And all the Universe and Mind and Eye and
heart and soul of Soul of God overflows within you
with its blessed greeting of forgiveness... and you see...
for the first time... with eyes washed clean and
made new... that all the cosmos is your bed
and pillows, and the milky way your blanketing
warmth, and the holy blossoming fountain of eternal
truth is your comforter. For you are home... and
you know now your true identity - and you are not who 
you thought you were. And you are glad. For you are
deathless as the spring.
       The wound of your early life, the bane of your
adolescence, the pain of your earlier maturity... all
have been necessary and useful so that you could
hurt sufficiently that you would seek... and lift your
head and climb the tree at the heart of the world -
all for this - that you may see the Time of Morning.








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