Have you ever noticed that people pray at any time day or night? We know that Spirit is always there to listen. How do we know that?  The sages and ministers tell us so, but why believe them? Because we feel it. Our true essence is Spirit, and we can feel it when we choose to. We’ve known people who have prayed at any time day or night, or any place we can imagine, and their prayers have been answered. Spirit doesn’t need time off to eat or take a break. Spirit is fully expressing Isness and part of that isness is loving Its creation!

 

I used to teach my Unity Sunday School children, “There is not a spot where God is not!” Then I’d share this true story with them. I was walking in the woods when it got too dark to see my way. I just didn’t know which way to turn, so I prayed for help. Almost immediately a cigar shaped pale light floating about 2 feet off the ground appeared. It was about four or five feet tall. It started moving in a certain direction, and I followed it. I followed it until I knew where I was. Then it disappeared. I wasn’t freaked out at all. It seemed completely natural that it would be there. It wasn’t until I got home at night that I remembered that I never said, “Thank-you.” I like to think it was an angel.

I was reading in my beloved, ancient 1985 “A Course in Miracles” Text p. 42-3, “You are not really capable of being tired, but you are very capable of wearying yourself. The strain of constant judgment is virtually intolerable. It is curious that an ability so debilitating would be so deeply cherished.” I’d had it underlined from previous readings, but it really hit home when I read a little later [p. 47] “The result of genuine devotion is inspiration, a word which properly understood is the opposite of fatigue. To be fatigued is to be dis-spirited, but to be inspired is to be in the spirit.”

 

I remembered a time in my own life when that was an experience for me. I had my last baby at 41, and still had a 5 year old who awakened each night. I was breastfeeding, so there was no question as to who would get up with the baby.  I’d hear her little “neh, neh”, and drag my weary self out of bed, and go to her crib. But by the time I got there the thought of seeing my adorable baby, and receiving her smile to see me completely energized me! I was devoted to her.

 

My husband, Joshua was always amazed at how happy I sounded changing and feeding her two or three times a night. I believe that was because he was thinking about it with his mind, and feeling the idea of it through his perceptions and projections. I on the other hand was loving, and basking in love……completely energizing. Now I do admit that when she filled up and fell asleep I sometimes joined her.

 

Another example of this is that I’ve sometimes had a hard time rousing up during the week to go to my jobs, but on Saturday and Sunday I have no problem. It’s because those days I’m in charge of how I live my life, and on the weekdays, I have to follow certain structures. Still, when I love my job, there is no problem.

 

Here is something that seems to help me, that I offer for you to consider.  Pay attention to what inspires you. This may change over time, but when you discover something, jot down the essence of it, or make a copy of it, and put it where you work, or where you find you get most fatigued. Then when you find yourself getting tired, take a little break, and get inspired. In other words, reconnect with your Spirit. Breathe in slowly, put the outer world in Holy Spirit’s hands for a bit, and sit on the lap of your Beloved Creator. We are in truth, devoted to each other.

In spite of my absolute delight in wanting to make a positive difference in the world, I find myself wanting to spin a beautiful silken cocoon to separate myself a little from it. It could be that I’ve just gone through those mentally uprooting lessons in “A Course in Miracles Workbook” that state, “Nothing I see means anything. [Lesson 1] or “My meaningless thoughts are showing me a meaningless world.” [lesson 11]. I get it. If we truly want to see ourselves as One Beloved Child of God, we can’t confuse the level of world with the level of spirit, where we are One already, but can’t see it with our earthly perceptions. Everything that we look upon will decay. Any perceptions we make will disintegrate when the Collective World Dream is over. In the world we see with our bodily eyes. It is meaningless to Spirit. We rely on vision from the spiritual world to guide us. It takes time to go within, but it is so reinforcing that I find I am quite willing to give up my dubious perceptions and seeking.

 

I need not seek. I am already perfect in spirit, and so are YOU. No one can corrupt or change what God has created as perfect. So therefore, and this will be hard for some religions to get, but therefore there is no sin! You can’t break yourself or anyone else. You will just wake up. You only need to want to wake up up.

 

So, I sigh. My ego is still engaged here. But I sense that things are lightening up with the load of celestial help that comes my way. Here’s an example, I thought, with my ego, that I’d be continuing on with the Interfaith Roundtable of Kaua’i, but since my last post, my mother had her 3^rd surgery for tongue cancer, They didn’t get it all, and she has refused radiation. My granddaughter is having surgery this week on her foot, and I feel more drawn to my family than to IRK, which will survive wonderfully without me. I prayed to Jesus about it, and he said, “Do what makes you happy.” So I resigned last week. The fact is that it feels like a huge burden has been lifted from my shoulders. And since ultimately this world of form has no meaning to the world of spirit, and spirit is all there truly is, I may as well follow my happiness.

 

The Course goes on later to say, “God’s Will for me is perfect happiness.” [Workbook lesson 101].  It seems odd to think that it might be hard to find out what makes us happy, but the truth is that our ego hounds bark up a lot of wrong trees. To find out what truly makes us happy we need to spend time going within to our true selves to ask. That’s where the silken cocoon comes in handy...