I complain about the traffic where I live. I feel lost in the mad rush, incapable of the maneuvers necessary to go at that pace. I also wish the neighbors with whom I share an apartment wall were quieter. But this morning, while walking my terrier mix, Roxie, I thought how sad it would be if there was only me. I might break under the longing for my children and family but the truth is, I’d also miss the companionship of other humans and the sense that we’re all in this together.
Imagine climbing aboard a subway train that didn’t go anywhere. Fun vacations by yourself? Attending classes without instructors or fellow students? Going to work to do what? Why? What would I do, or you, if we woke up tomorrow alone in the world?
Hundreds of years ago, we humans were ‘in this together’ in smaller communities. We really did need the talents and participation of every person to survive, even if one or two were terrible gossips or mean-spirited. We traded and all pitched in. We believe things aren’t the same today, but if the 18-wheelers stopped hauling food from one area to another, we’d soon realize the importance of agriculture and transportation. If there were no doctors and hospitals, disease and accidents would simply take us when they happened. We complain the loudest when we lose electricity and heating and air-conditioning. It does make me stop and wonder about us piping in water from hundreds of miles away and building homes where the temperature drops below zero or stays above 100 degrees for months at a time. We like to brag we’ve got Mother Nature beat—all I can say is, ‘It’s a good thing she loves us.’
We truly are all in this life together. What a wonderful mix of people and cultures we are, each of us a Child of God/Love/Great Mystery. I sense a rising of love and respect for each other, as though our eyes are collectively opening. Caring is contagious; kindness is spreading. Remember, all that we have, however little or large our piles, comes first from our Creator and second from our planet. We own nothing; we take nothing with us when we cross over. Share your love and assets and be reminded of how great life is, how wonderful our chance to be here, living in a time of real change for our planet and for us.
I don’t know if we were once more enlightened people and lost our way, or if something new and true is upon us, but let us be caught in the wave that washes away the blood, the cruelty and the greed of the last five thousand-plus years. Let’s join arms and care for each other. We are all linked by Love—it’s time to wake up and make peace. Peace be with you, brother. Peace be with you, sister.
The Christian Holy Week, I am reminded, begins on Sunday, March 29th, with Palm Sunday. We will remember that Christ rode through the gate of Jerusalem on a white donkey, to ecstatic crowds littering his path with palm branches. He knew, though, their cries weren’t real, that in a few days they’d call for his death. They were caught in the moments, not grounded enough to understand what was happening. Of course, even his disciples didn’t know what was happening then, so how could the rest of us?
The next day, Monday, he stopped by the Temple and the Christ reminded the merchants that God’s house was not created to build businesses. This made a lot of powerful men angry so that, when he returns to town on Tuesday, members of every group he offended are waiting with their trick questions. He answers them strongly, and then shares a story and they begin to understand it—they are going to kill him. Tuesday night, his stories to the disciples become more than stories. They can see the great dividing line being drawn among humanity: Some will serve the light, others the darkness. They begin to understand how much he needs them to carry Cosmic Love into the future.
Wednesday night, he has dinner with his closest friends. Mary Magdalene washes his feet with oil and her long hair. On some level, she knows who He is and what is coming. Thursday night, Jerusalem is quiet as all head indoors to prepare for Friday’s Passover celebration with family members. Like everyone else, Christ Jesus enters a quiet room, with the disciples, his closest relatives–in Spirit. They will have their last meal with him that night, though they know it not.
Before they eat, Jesus the man with Christ the God, washes the feet of each of his disciples, showing them how much he loves them, telling them that he wants them to love and care for each other, ‘humbly, like this.’ I once heard a man say about that act, “It was also his way of thanking them for being there. It was a small group who stayed with him and who would carry out his message of Cosmic Love.” The man said this with such reverence, I fought back tears.
Some say that at dinner that night, as Christ tore the bread, saying, “This is my body,” then handed them the chalice of wine saying, “This is my blood,” light as bright as the sun entered the bread and wine and they took Christ’s light within themselves. They would need it, as their own sacrifices of the soul would follow his greatest of all sacrifices: ‘I give my life for all who know not the divine path. I have come to take them home for they belong to me, not to the darkness.’
Judas leaves the meal, breaking a Passover law not to leave the safety of home or meet the Destroying Angel, which, of course, he does, but not until he brings those who most fear the Christ to his place of prayer, the Garden of Gethsemane. From there, soldiers will drag him from politician to politician, city and state leaders calling for his death, which he has already willed into being. The crowd calls loudly for his crucifixion. He is beaten, spit upon and a crown of thorns is pressed into his head. He carries, for as long as he can, the wooden beams he will be hung on at Golgotha. Nails are hammered through his wrists and feet into the wood, which is then raised between the crosses of two criminals.
When his chest is pierced by a sword and he bleeds into the Earth, his soul follows his blood into the Earth, into the Kingdom of the Dead, carrying his light to the children of God who belong not in the dark places. That is Good Friday. It is Good Friday because the God of Goodness reigns in the dark places until Easter Sunday morning, when we remember that a distraught Mary Magdalene will go to his tomb to anoint his body, but she will not find it. She will find Him alive, Master over Death and Darkness, Teacher, and Lord of Love, instead.
The message of this God-man’s life, death and life? Be not afraid, for I am with you, especially when it seems the darkness is going to take you. You are not alone–ever. Call to me and know in your heart that I am coming to stand beside you, to guide you, to hold you–whatever you need from me. I will answer you because my Father in Heaven has sent me to do so. P.S.–I love you.
I came across this very insightful article on Facebook. Read about the energies of tomorrow–how to best use them and how they might feel–here. The full article is at: http://themindunleashed.org/2015/03/everything-you-need-to-know-about-fridays-rare-vernal-equniox-supermoon-solar-eclipse-from-an-astronomical-cultural-and-energetic-perspective.html
By Dr. Kelly Neff
To Maximize Friday’s Transformational Shifts:
My children are grown–vaccinated in the 80s and early 90s. If vaccinations were then what they are now, I would have resisted vaccinating my children with all my will power. Why? Because I wanted my children to lead healthy, happy and full lives.
Thanks to Mike Hopkins of the blog Stranger in a Strange Land for finding this article (originally published at http://www.globalresearch.ca/25-facts-about-the-pharmaceutical-industry-vaccines-and-anti-vaxers/5433260).
by Julie Lévesque
Global Resarch Canada, 25 February 2015
Most of us are pretty busy, especially today’s parents and children, but all of us have responsibilities, at the very least to earn a living wage (not that this is easy to do for many Americans). We’re meant, however, to be more and do more than just work.
We come to Earth to grow into our best selves, to know with certainty that when our last physical day comes, we Loved in the ways we could and made a difference in others’ lives. We learn eventually to steer ourselves toward heart-fulfilling works, finding a place or cause where we can volunteer, making contact with our Higher Natures so that we may walk through life leaving a trail of compassionate acts behind us. I see more people like this almost every day. There is something in the air, a love-spirit sweeping over our world, catching us in whatever ways it can, through even the tiniest cracks in the tiniest softening spots of our hearts.
There is a force working against us, though. The darkness around our world and in some people in power has taken center stage. Ruthlessly gaining power and wealth are actions intended to weaken Goodness and destroy life. The more a person craves for himself, the more he must focus on acquisition, and that means stepping on (or worse) whoever happens to be in his way. Whenever you shake your head and ask, “Have they no heart?”, know that though some people are simply caught up in themselves, many are likely doing what they’re doing on purpose, in service of the forces of destruction. They have lost touch with their souls.
Whenever we are kind, whenever we stop our own rushing minds long enough to see another person or creature in need and do something to help, we are acting on behalf of Goodness and countering the dark forces. In this way, we really can make a difference. In fact, with the imbalance of power and the Grand Canyon-sized gap between the wealthy and those who are struggling to live on low wages, it may be the only way we can make a difference—yet these acts of kindness are of immeasurable value to the force of Goodness. Let us do what we came here to do and show others that Higher Love is not only real, it lives within each of us and we can tap it whenever we decide to do so. May the presence of the force of Love within you shine brightly in our world.
Sometimes my thoughts get going and I wonder things like, “If we could meet up without our bodies, what would we look like? Do our essences still have strong passions, strong opinions? If we couldn’t arm wrestle to see who’s right, would we, um . . . shoot fire from our eyes?”
Or, would we, from the perspective of our souls, see how thin our opinions are? Without skin, we couldn’t be racists. Without bodies, we’d see what it is we all have in common, what we really are, every single one of us: souls, cells on God’s body. In life, we may have super-powered our way to the ‘top,’ but without bodies, who’s at the top of the heap? God–to show us. If we find ourselves in a lifetime without the support of a loving family and the opportunity for a good education, who’s at the bottom after this life? God–to hold us.
This dream has stayed with me since the night it came twenty-three years ago:
I was standing in a classroom at one of the chalkboards. I was trying to draw myself with a piece of chalk but no matter how hard I tried, the best I could do was a stick figure. Then the dream flipped.
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