Tuning Your Frequency

Use your eye to peer into the river of consciousness and pick out from the floating debris only the fruit that is in likeness to Goodness, only which that is alive and illustrates the living, only something that is rejoicing in the divine dance that is an eternal self-sustain cycle of life, ebbing and flowing, waxing and waning, moving – but going nowhere – creating only the energy potential waiting to be harnessed and creatively used by the individual receiver.  We hook into this energy potential, but there is a password. And the password is Love.

You will not be granted entrance by mere semantic utterances of words, but rather by the heart itself. The gate will not open and allow access to the totality of potential that lies behind it, if not the heart is truly in likeness to the true password. . . and the password is Christ. True selfless living, strength, bravery, truth and conviction. He is the greatest of all time. The greatest because of his meekness, blessed because of his servitude and wonderful because of his presence and semblance of God. He was a vessel and a receiver so in tuned with the frequency of God that there was no difference between the source and the receiver: they walked step by step, stride for stride.

We too can live such a life. We too can become the perfect tuning fork to the frequency of God. The challenge is the tuning doesn’t stay long. We are constantly facing resistance on a daily basis. We  much constantly be flexible and adaptable to maintain such a standard of upkeep that we may be able to resonant such a magnificent frequency.

Embrace The Blessing

For what we are is very meek.
But it was you that turned each cheek.
Forgive me for I have not loved like you.
Forgive me I do not know the burden that I have cost you.
I do not deserve to witness love with such great intensity.
I am unworthy –
Yet blessed nonetheless.
You invite me to make a holy temple out of myself if I am unashamed:
I must be unafraid to speak your name.

Illumine Me

God, Illumine my path
as you have illuminated many.

Forgive me for who I was
And glorify me because of my surrender
to the grace you poured out through your sacrifice:

Your testament of pain;
Your suffering for the sake of others.

You, oh Mighty Lord of All,
You are unafraid.
Because you lack even the fear of self-sacrifice.

He & She Pt.2

Similarly, he found himself reaching out, not with his out stretched arm (though he would have had she lived closer) but with his heart, soul, his very being – his everything. He reached not just for her but for the eternal power that they had channeled together through their relationship. The power behind all love; the unnamable source behind that first spark felt within the depths of two lover’s souls. But it is the two lovers who must nurture the spark to transform it into a flame. They must both nurture it each and every day in order to grow it. One lover cannot keep the flame alive alone; its light will fade and its touch likely to sting.

But, to those whom endure the quest of love, they will receive the gift of life as well. They find that love cannot ever be truly stripped away from the context of life or life from love. It is as if these two concepts float suspended as two separate entities in our minds but are truly interwoven together by the ethereal threads of time.

It is love that is what moves life and time which records it. There was never a separation between love and life, just as one cannot discuss the nature of light without indirectly, and simultaneously describing the mechanisms behind all of life.

But describing a machine by its mechanisms may tell you about this function, but if won’t reveal what is experienced by the machine.

He & She

He sat. He sat and he thought about the issues that concerned him – the issues he cared deeply about. And, for him, he could not see past her. The blinding luminosity that was her in his mind.

The moments and events of his life seemed to circle around her at the center – timeless and still. It was not just around her though, but his love for her and, moreover, his love of Love.

His love that provided him with the knowledge that true security, safety, warmth and comfort does exist. He craved this. He craved these feelings, always. He craved this love because he craved immortality. He craved love because he knew that it could transcend the grave – he knew this because he had witnessed it himself.

He had died many times during his single lifetime. When cycles of self were altered or fundamentally destroyed, he began to drift – floating from thought to thought never being anchored down. What made him, him was called into question – even his very existence…especially his very existence.

This was all true before he met her. Once she entered his life, there was something sturdy to hold on to – a point to be grounded and attached. This was a solid footing that only grew in strength, power and depth by the passing of each day.

The roots of love never stop. They are never finished in their expansion; for love does not retreat. Love does not diminish – love expands ceaselessly.