God sat on his throne,
His thoughts spanning the infinite.
Bored, he wondered how it would feel,
to not be God.
He stepped down,
looked outside of heaven,
and in an instant,
a blink of an eye,
Shattering with a force unknown,
expanding into the abyss.
Planets burst forth,
and angels became stars,
burning bright as beacons.
What was spiritual, became physical,
every particle a piece of God’s cloth.
I had asked for guidance from the Spirit one day. Although I had asked for advice for myself, the words seemed universal and I wanted to share it with you.
“The question is always the same. Where to begin, when will it end. Life is a journey, the destination is not known or important. Stop the search for results, live in a moment of peace, knowing that all roads eventually lead to the Divine Spirit.
Have fun, don’t determine the results to be important. You are creating a ripple – how deep, how far, will not be known to you in this realm.
Where will you go, how will you live? We’re waiting to see how well you listen to the lessons going through your spirit, non-stop. Will you hear the Spirit or will you succumb to life’s pleasures? Only you can decide.”
I asked, “Do you like the path I have started?” The answer: “Walking, running – it doesn’t matter. You are seeking. The teacher learns as they teach. With the Spirit anything is possible. Don’t limit yourself. The reach can go well beyond yourself. While teaching immerse yourself. Let go of the ego’s embarrassment. We will help you – just let go!”
I shamanic journeyed today to try and find direction for my life. I journeyed to the middle realm and was ushered by spirit warriors to a fire pit. The ancestors arrived and we sat around the fire and passed a peace pipe. One of the ancestors began to talk. His first words were, “Laugh, live, love.” I knew the words meant that everything else was not that important. Our job, our car, the house – were all just meaningless details. I begin to think that my occupation doesn’t have to bring in a lot of money as long as I love what I do. “Aha!” I hear. One of the ancestors agrees with my thoughts. I continue with this train of thought. What would I love to do? What can I be proud of?
I consider starting a holistic directory. It’s communication. It will bring people together who are searching for their spiritual path. It seems like a noble path to follow. But, I am concerned that I am following the “realistic” path that this world values. I want to be sure that my thought process is following the divine will for me.
The sky opens and I begin to fly! Up towards the light, passed the clouds, beyond this universe into the light. A hand reaches down and picks me up. I am settled into a bright cloud where I sit and talk with my Creator. Like so often happens, the conversation is erased from my mind. I can see myself sitting there, I know I would have expressed my concern that I follow his will. Now, I remember a bit… he mentions that he also wants to see what I do with this life. That he is often disappointed that we don’t remember that we are sons and daughters of God… which means we have the power of God within us. We walk around limited by our own thoughts. Living disappointing lives and going to jobs we hate. This is not the way it is supposed to be!
I am returned by my Creator’s hand to the middle realm. Where I sit once again with the ancestors. One nods and says, “God is good.” The others nod in agreement. No big ceremony here!
I go on a vision, where I am in a temple with two people sitting up front. I walk up front and sit next to them, but realize that I feel unworthy to sit there. They turn to me and motion for me to go up front and stand in front of a giant Buddha that is glowing with light. When I turn around, the pews are filled with people and Buddha reminds me that we are glorious and worthy, and that includes me.
A power smolders within. I need to find courage to be myself and live the glorious life that I was meant to live. Does it come from me? It certainly doesn’t come from my thoughts or this body. I will have to rely on my spirit – that part of me that has never lost its power to help me remember my glorious self. And live a life that is courageous and successful in terms of having laughed, lived and loved enough. The rest is just details.