My mind feared facing life after my mother passed on to her next adventure. However, I’ve come to see that when I stay with the Beloved, the moments of sadness come and I cry and then they go. I stay in the now and let them pass like waves. They soften me and open my heart. When I sit in the third eye with the Beloved, my mother is right here, so she is not gone at all. The very best of her is present in every moment.
I shot this photo on a misty morning high above Santa Fe. Be sure to look closely at the many layers, reflecting the complex beauty in each of us.
“Shoring up the heart” is no overnight affair, Lesley. We each have very, very deep attachments to this plane in the forms of people, places and possessions (ALL illusions). So, when circumstances are such that an attachment is being diminished, through loss or separation, great pain is experienced by the mind/ego. This is called “death”, in spiritual parlance, and every chela will experience many mini-deaths until this entire region is seen for what it is – a karmic puppet show. Life and reality exists at the third eye and above. We must remember that this plane, according to the Saints, is “material”…of Maya and illusion. These words will not decrease your grief in the least but I have found that knowledge DOES help because our understanding is important, even necessary. The upside to grief and sorrow (for a chela) is that “shoring of the heart” will continue until the entire seat of consciousness is raised to its proper location – from the deceptions of the heart chakra TO THE TISRA TIL. You are on the way, by Master’s Grace, to becoming established there, never to return to the trammels of the fourth plexus and below. Hooorrrrraaaayyyy!
Thank you for your beautiful sentiments, Al. So true, the surrender of attachment is a slow and at times painful process, but the outcome is pure Hooorrrraaaayyyy. We are so blessed.
I so appreciate your willingness to share your journey with us, Lesley. Beautiful words and photo.
Thank you, Joan. You inspire me with your sharing as well.
Fantastic photo! includes the seemingly far away in the here!
As for the sorrow, I once had a therapist who said I seemed to have a good handle on her technique of “touch & go.” Though it was prior to meeting my Master in this incarnation, I suspect He gave it to me in a previous incarnation.
I don’t think we ever stop being human while in the physical body, we have the other bodies as well, but we are so blessed to have our experiences just as you described.
They flow thru us, and we continue to dwell in Shabda. So easy, so fluid, so rich.
Until we are grounded in that perfect love, we grasp at feelings, thoughts, memories and cling.
I had a moment the other day, while letting my dog depart, of hurt>anger by how a friend was talking to me, being insensitive, I thought to my & my pet’s experience….later in day the hurt revisited and I was going to confront her with an email.
But the whisper came from within to detach from that sliver of dead emotion, it not being in the now. So I did.
A window opened later as she brought it up herself and so i referenced my perspective at the time, and she brushed it off as irrelevant, claimed no sensitivity was necessary, and though I couldn’t still agree with her, in that new moment it so no longer really mattered to me either. I didn’t need her sensitivity. I have the pure love of the Beloved.
It doesn’t matter if sometimes I fall off my Shabda raft and get wet in the pinda…I know how to swim and cimb back on, and the pure rays of love dry me off instantly.
I am even capable of instantly foreseeing the current that could upend me and re-balancing before it does, but all our experiences are also opporunities to keep us sensitive to those who struggle on their own without the Beloved as a ballast.
Love you & the contemplations your blogs inititate.
I am happy you enjoyed the photo, Sheila. It felt graced to me, so I was eager to share it. And you have written pure poetry here, such a comfort for me to read. I love the “touch and go” metaphor, a sweet way of phrasing this process with the Beloved.
As for letting go of your dog friend. I too struggled when I let go of my mother’s dog, and when I saw your Facebook photo yesterday my heart went out to you. These animal souls truly are treasures on our journey, even those who don’t stay in our everyday lives.
I will keep in my quote book your Shabda raft analogy. This journey is just as you described, and the experiences do turn us into buoyant, compassionate Gods.
Lesley, your timing is impeccable…as always.
Thank you for walking your walk so brilliantly.
Playing with the Beloved in my dreams this morning
reviewing my Dad’s passage this summer
and really this whole life.
All coalesces into One.
Thank you, Janet. Congratulations and condolences on the passing of your father. I have come to see that both are in order with these big shifts in our outer life. They mark such powerful transitions for us, like tsunami’s really, and yet the parting definitely stirs the emotions. We are blessed to have a great Stabilizer during these times.
Beautiful, Lesley…..both the photo and your thoughts. Thank you for the blessing of your sharing spirit.
So nice to feel the connection with your you, your mom, the beloved and the beautiful New Mexico landscape…simply beautiful.
How beautiful Lesley you post is in both the photo and in the channeling concerning the passing of your dear mother! I love those words,”The best of everything exists here , now,” is so powerful and true! As you wrote when you stay with the Beloved in the Tisra Til, your mother is there, as is all truth which is the live image, and not illusion as Al discussed in his incredible response. I truly enjoyed how you expressed the passing of waves as those moments of sadness come and go. Whatever you post Lesley is a teaching, a channeling from the Divine and always makes it’s imprint on my consciousness, which I know is a blessing to contemplate and realize. The photo of the Land of Enchantment and it’s many layers of beauty and being was itself a gift to us all. Thanks again for being a part of my sojourn of soul.
Thank you, Michael, for your kind comment, and for being a part of my sojourn of soul as well. As you say, “All truth is in the live image.” That is so…true! Even as I write that, when I rest my attention on that truth, a great relaxation overtakes my body. All is right in the realm of Divine love.