The Gospel of Thomas is interesting, to say the least. Why do you suppose those who put together ‘todays’ bibles decided this one writing was not ‘needed’ in the book? Is it possible the editors did not want humanity to know how to ask, and to receive properly? What do you suppose their motivation was?
As I ponder this I listen to OM, a version that is quite deep and beautiful. I light a candle for children and for relatives. Relatives … includes all people, for we are all of the same Source, experiencing this life in different formats.
As realization sets in that the division we find in this country, in this world, has been carefully orchestrated to keep people warring with each other rather than uniting.
The players in this country are Democrats and Republicans. Imagine for a moment that all of the disagreement and upset has been scripted. These are the supreme actors playing their parts very well, gaining followers of sides. This is the perfect reality show … and you may have thought Donald Trump wasn’t qualified …
Exit the game, even if only for a week. Stop your emotional responses to these scenarios and just watch it unfold. Heinous crimes are being perpetrated on humanity as people all over the world are caught up in these ‘stories’, not understanding that this is meant to keep us from each other.
There are actually no sides … it has been coordinated in order to keep the people from corroborating with each other, making followers rather that leaders, enemies rather than partners.
If humans discover their truest potential, and begin manifesting their inner power, the grip of control would be lost. Everything that can be done to prevent this inner knowledge from being revealed and established is being done.
Shed the script, determine your own mind and gain your own connection with the Divine. You are not a puppet to be told what to think and to believe. The storyline is fictional as it is being told now, it is important that we dig beneath it, and discover the real truth, and the hidden agenda.
Some of the pictures are slightly blurry after crop and enlargement. The sight was beautiful and so peaceful.
The artwork is amazing! The detail in some of the faces shows the awesome skill of the person who formed these plaques.
I was stopped by a gal who asked if I were Catholic since I had attended the Daily Mass. I told her I was fascinated by all who sought the Divine …
There were tiled paintings, and fabric paintings, and wood carvings.
If you ever find yourself in the Oregon, and like the trees, and plants, and art, look up the Grotto. It’s only a $7 entry fee.
But then … you’ve pretty much seen it all here. I would have photo’d the labyrinth after walking it, but by the time I finished there were many others on it.
I hear it is beautiful in the Spring, when the flowers first bloom. There were some flowers, but mostly just the beautiful green of the trees and plants. It was so hushed and serene … I spent two and a half hours wandering around.
One thing I will say, it’s a shame that a beautiful site such as this actually has to post big signs all over the parking lot stating not to leave valuables in the car. One would think that a sacred place might be honored, respected and safe.
Having developed my body, taken charge of my thoughts, and risen above the struggle of life, I am in command. My Will is my power, my Shield is positive thought. I hold steady against that which opposes me. My target is God-realization, not revenge.
I am filled with Light. I am burning with the fire of inspiration. I am strong enough now to overcome anger by corrective action. I am strong enough now to overcome confusion by illuminating my mind. I am strong enough now to be kind even to those who do not like me. I am strong enough now to forgive. I am powerful. I allow myself to be moved bya greater force.
In groups, in front of others, is never the time to criticize another, but to praise them. In this way, all are lifted up. As we share that which we like and appreciate about each other, our bowls are filled with grace. Let us be thankful for all we have been given as human beings. Let us share our bounty. Let us share our blessings.
My trade may seem humble to many, but every movement of my hand corrects a wrong. I look like your ordinary worker but I am learning a higher trade. I am in the school of sacred studies, Mother Earth my professor, Father Sun my guide.
With love, I entice the inner person into relationship with the outer world. I attract what I wish to become and I radiate what I am. Beauty surrounds me.
Grandmothers, Grandfathers, open your ways to me. I will practice and perfect them in my peaceful place within. Speak to my heart, my soul. Let seeker and wisdom be one. All thanks be to you who have walked before me.
Sometimes the obvious is so obvious it cannot be seen. Sometimes things are so horrible the mind cannot comprehend it and there is refusal to acknowledge it.
Every person has their own pathways of living and their own abilities and maximums for being in the world.
I have vowed to be a light today. To the best of my ability I will bring smiles and positivity to this world. It is through contributions like this (and others) that things will change. It is through compassion held for each other that the darkness and sinister actions of some are brought into view.
I am grateful for those who have courage enough to assist in the cleaning up of our reality. Thank you for rousting out those that do harm and bringing an end to their spree of infectious horror.
Thumb and index fingers, right and left hand reach for the 4 corners. They grab and pinch them together, lifting and then flipping to the underside, coming up from the middle at bottom, rising once more to the top.
This is what’s going on world-wide right now. The four corners of the four directions are being ‘pinched’ and will be made to fold in on themselves, coming up once more as something entirely new, yet remaining the same.
The Honor of One is the honor of All.
Listening to those who lived in harmony with the earth for many more years than anyone has been taught is crucial. These lessons are not to be disrespected, those days are on their way out. The future will arrive and those who learn to honor the sacred, and the sacred wisdom keepers, will one day see peace.
Learning to love again is difficult, we’ve already come to know this through smaller, personal experience. Love of the planet, love of differing tribes and cultures, is a much larger scale of this, that we already know. The future depends on us now, applying the lessons learned from the smaller personal experience, to the larger whole.
May the divine light of the Supreme Being illuminate our intellect, to lead us along a path of righteousness.
We meditate on the glory of that Being who has produced this universe; may He enlighten our minds. – Ralph H. Griffith’s tr.
This song has been rolling around in my mind. I woke this early morning to find it and share it with you.
In the city, disconnection from that which is sacred occurs, there really is no way to avoid it. This is why it is so important to remove the self from the concrete which hems people in and merge with the wilderness, to listen to birdsong, and to hear, and to see, the wind in the trees and the dance that takes place.