Edited: I wrote this post in March 2009 and don't understand why it parked itself on top of the page (July 28-2024) after I gave it a bit of edit- tweak.
It was you who formed my inward parts;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
that I know very well. (Ps 139:13-14)
"Spirit can be viewed as a ballet dancer who leaps into the air and lands in perfect balance in relation to a partner."
"Spirit is at work in the world and not "an ornament of piety."
"The world does not know or receive the Spirit (Jn 14:17) There are powers of resistance with whom the Spirit is locked in mortal combat."
Quotes from Flame Of Love A Theology Of The Holy Spirit, penned by Clark H. Pinnock.
AMEN to that! What attracted me to this, plucked from library shelf book, was the its symbolic representation of the Holy Spirit in the form of a white dove in flight inside bright flames....Many times witnessed in Vision.
I was never religious but intuitively had a connection to something I knew not what to call. This 'something', while still in an elementary school made my indignant self got hot under the collar when Communists decided that displaying the crucifix in public places was forbiden. I saw our teacher's sadness when she broke the news, and felt compelled to do something.
During the break I found two sticks on the graced with many trees school property, and with grass tie-fashioned a handsome, brand new crucifix for our classrom! After school, when everyone was gone I climbed on the desk and hung it under one of the political dignitaries portraits.
Sometimes I had wondered what the reaction of the person who would find it might have been.
By then my soul-self - very much awake in that boundary dissoloving space - practiced, and mastered, standing on air by stepping off a chair.
My child self loved practice "gymnastics" when alone. . . Many years later (in Canada) I learned that those body contortions were called "advanced yoga". I practiced these poses in my favorite, very private Summer hangout spot in a spacious back garden, a shelf-like strip of land where the land dropps off sharply to a lower level . . .The very spot my awake in dream body-mind found chunks of gold.
Just a short journal entry from "Jul.92' I was assigned an archaeological dig. Was extremely important, "famous" in fact, right in my own back yard."
And instantly I sensed the significance of its meaning 'Go deep , and you shall find a Treasure not of this world'.
Sunday, July 28, 2024
Thursday, July 25, 2024
Not According to Egoic Wants but Those of the Soul
Edited: this post was written in March 2009, and have no idea why it parked itself at top page since I didn't even 'tweak' it.
Feels a bit strange to be doing this because I didn't know I could have a free of charge blog until yesterday - thanks to Rev David Graham, ('Zoltan' who saw my comments in One Cosmos blogspot) who urged me via thunderous (3) emails I had to write about the things that introduced themselves to the awareness of my Soul. I responded with all manner of excuses why I couldn't do it, while being intrigued by the possibility of having my space and to my heart's content riff about my mystical experiences.
He didn't care that I whined about my non-existent computer skills: "God helps those who help themselves" - were his marching orders. So I relented and timidly began scribbling with lots of spelling errors and terrible grammar. But I didn't care because I didn't think anyone would read it. I was just happy cyber bullies were not attacking me. I didn't know what all those icon thingies stood for - one of which was spell checker. I didn't want to click on anything to avoid braking something. I didn't know I could edit posts, or that I could see the number of visitors. . .and when months later, I did click my way to where I could see the number of visitors, I was shocked at the number because I didn't tell anyone I had a blog.
At best - I thought - if I do this, my sons and daughters will know what their mama was up to all those years. One thing I know with uncompromising certainty, is that acting in concert with Universal Harmony opens the doors of Liberating Possibilities, and its Will-Essence imparting one's soul with Divine Vitality.
In this blog I will attempt to convey the hows' and the whys' of my spiritual awakening journey (unsolicited) Kundalini awakening, style. Seems odd, because not so very long ago (17 years ago) I wanted to live in a forest, "away from the insanity of the world, make my own soap and write children's books." It didn't pen out, though we tried and tried.
Living a simple life without any whatsoever aspirations after worldly goods, deeply yearning to see "a sane world one day."
I did keep a bit of a journal from which I'll be quoting some 'otherworldly' events, from the perspective of a Walker of Both Worlds - something that even in my wildest imagination wouldn't occur to me the thought one day I will be sharing on the Internet.
Today I feel like sharing my "Angel winking moment" - something that happened last year while watching television documentary on Angels, and while at it, include my Mama's mystical experience - because the 'flavour' of both is identical.
My 'angel winking' story includes email quotes I wrote the day I watched Decoding Christianity (April 2, 2008). Snippet: "Was it meant for my eyes only that the town's square (in Italy) angel statue left eye winked at around the 10:46/7/8 ish PM o'clock mark? Or, it was a computer simulated winking-jest moment? (it was a full/complete eyelid closed 'wink'). It wouldn't be the first time the Divine supernaturally communicated its people-nearness."
Two or three days later I received the following response: "We are looking into it."
Something silmilar 'happened' to my Mother while watching television program on Christian iconography. At some point Mother Mary's face in its (now) close-up form, lit up with radiant smile, causing Mama to release the flow of bhakti tears. . . "I was still crying when Krystyna (friend) came over, and alarmed, asked: "What happened?! What's wrong!?" . So she told her, "And then we both cried!"
May 1st, a short reply from Decoding Christianity folks: "We're sorry it's taken a while to get back to you. We checked with the producers regarding your inquiry. They conveyed that they did not have the statue wink in the documentary."
Mother did pray to Mother Mary every night. On my last visit overseas I witnessed a tender Mama / Holly Mary moment. . .Her friend had just returned from a visit to some holy sight and gave Mama white ceramic bottle shaped in the Mother Mary, image/statue filled with Holy Water. After the friend left, radiant with joy Mama kissed Mother Mary's image and whispered, "My most beautiful one."
Feels a bit strange to be doing this because I didn't know I could have a free of charge blog until yesterday - thanks to Rev David Graham, ('Zoltan' who saw my comments in One Cosmos blogspot) who urged me via thunderous (3) emails I had to write about the things that introduced themselves to the awareness of my Soul. I responded with all manner of excuses why I couldn't do it, while being intrigued by the possibility of having my space and to my heart's content riff about my mystical experiences.
He didn't care that I whined about my non-existent computer skills: "God helps those who help themselves" - were his marching orders. So I relented and timidly began scribbling with lots of spelling errors and terrible grammar. But I didn't care because I didn't think anyone would read it. I was just happy cyber bullies were not attacking me. I didn't know what all those icon thingies stood for - one of which was spell checker. I didn't want to click on anything to avoid braking something. I didn't know I could edit posts, or that I could see the number of visitors. . .and when months later, I did click my way to where I could see the number of visitors, I was shocked at the number because I didn't tell anyone I had a blog.
At best - I thought - if I do this, my sons and daughters will know what their mama was up to all those years. One thing I know with uncompromising certainty, is that acting in concert with Universal Harmony opens the doors of Liberating Possibilities, and its Will-Essence imparting one's soul with Divine Vitality.
In this blog I will attempt to convey the hows' and the whys' of my spiritual awakening journey (unsolicited) Kundalini awakening, style. Seems odd, because not so very long ago (17 years ago) I wanted to live in a forest, "away from the insanity of the world, make my own soap and write children's books." It didn't pen out, though we tried and tried.
Living a simple life without any whatsoever aspirations after worldly goods, deeply yearning to see "a sane world one day."
I did keep a bit of a journal from which I'll be quoting some 'otherworldly' events, from the perspective of a Walker of Both Worlds - something that even in my wildest imagination wouldn't occur to me the thought one day I will be sharing on the Internet.
Today I feel like sharing my "Angel winking moment" - something that happened last year while watching television documentary on Angels, and while at it, include my Mama's mystical experience - because the 'flavour' of both is identical.
My 'angel winking' story includes email quotes I wrote the day I watched Decoding Christianity (April 2, 2008). Snippet: "Was it meant for my eyes only that the town's square (in Italy) angel statue left eye winked at around the 10:46/7/8 ish PM o'clock mark? Or, it was a computer simulated winking-jest moment? (it was a full/complete eyelid closed 'wink'). It wouldn't be the first time the Divine supernaturally communicated its people-nearness."
Two or three days later I received the following response: "We are looking into it."
Something silmilar 'happened' to my Mother while watching television program on Christian iconography. At some point Mother Mary's face in its (now) close-up form, lit up with radiant smile, causing Mama to release the flow of bhakti tears. . . "I was still crying when Krystyna (friend) came over, and alarmed, asked: "What happened?! What's wrong!?" . So she told her, "And then we both cried!"
May 1st, a short reply from Decoding Christianity folks: "We're sorry it's taken a while to get back to you. We checked with the producers regarding your inquiry. They conveyed that they did not have the statue wink in the documentary."
Mother did pray to Mother Mary every night. On my last visit overseas I witnessed a tender Mama / Holly Mary moment. . .Her friend had just returned from a visit to some holy sight and gave Mama white ceramic bottle shaped in the Mother Mary, image/statue filled with Holy Water. After the friend left, radiant with joy Mama kissed Mother Mary's image and whispered, "My most beautiful one."
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