Beware or be aware?
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Originally Posted by Sourcerer
ALL interactions and experiences are ultimately fruitful for the Soul, for they are all equally-valid experiences for growth, for spiritual awakening. My hat goes off to those members who have served as POWERFUL CATALYSTS for spiritual awakening. My hat goes off to ALL who have added focus and energy to this place. I tip my hat to ALL of you/us, for this certainly is a fun and fruitful journey for the Soul, no matter what transpires, for again I remind that the True Essence of ALL is Divine Love, AKA Spirit.
Be well as you serve fuel for FREEDOM instead of for fear. Amen.
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Beware or be aware? -- *smiles* -- The above message is beautiful & timely. -- I actually wrote the below message in response to this thread a week ago, but as I was writing I had a realization or two and was too emotional to follow through with posting; I thought it wise to wait until I was calmer. That said...
I was once very angry with the Christian church and at those who push their beliefs upon innocent bystanders - ((In the French Quarter during Mardi Gras they use bullhorns and put people on crosses in Jackson Square; among other gruesome examples I've seen....).
Underneath my anger existed a twofold cause; first, the dominance of the Christian church was my obstacle to understanding for all of my young life. I've realized I have always been aware, yet as a child there was no reflection in reality of my awareness - (4,000 population rural town with 6 churches long before the internet) - only fairy tales, fables, myths, and fantasy reflected what my young self knew to be true. I was always a seeker, finding myself under religious instruction at the tender age of five - (despite both parents professed agnosticism with a leaning towards Buddhism minus the discipline) - Wednesday afternoons after kindergarten spent in a shabby kitchen listening to tales of heaven on earth. My child self must have smelled a subtle scent of truth among the popcorn that accompanied these stories; listening to this kind woman who shared with me what she saw, a Jehovah’s Witness whose only mission is to have heaven on earth.
Eventually, as a pre-teen, I was led to a Christian church where Wednesday evening Missionette meetings were my only access to spirit in a life increasingly more difficult to bear on my young back, to reconcile with my inner awareness of what IS. Cracks and blockages beginning to strain my natural inherent connection to what I am, what we all are, to the source, the one, the IS, God, Goddess, energy, divinity... and in one meeting & evening it was broken; the proverbial hair that broke the camel's back, the second cause for my anger.
The night they told me my parents were going to hell - Christianity was the one and only way - despite their peaceful ways my parents were going to burn for eternity. I fled that "Bible" study in tears, wracked with the knowledge those I loved were to be punished; I was terrified, nothing I could see would warrant such cruelty. Yet, in my analytical way (even then), I thought what about Cain, what about Job? A glimmer of belief in this possibility swept over my eleven year old self, a wave in an energetic storm shaping my expression with my unconscious intention. At home, later that night, my mother asked if we should go to the hospital as I couldn't stop crying; hours spent hysterically sobbing and begging her to go to church - to just please go to church for me, please! Finally she calmed me with her words and presence, made me realize it was not she that was wrong, but those who had told me such lies. Yet she offered nothing else for me to believe… back to fantasy’s reflection for me for several years…
I realize, it was that moment in which so much was lost to my younger self, so much strength & wisdom which would have carried me to vistas I now can only imagine; my life force was not trapped, it was snapped; the subtle cord of intention & connection to all I am clogged & broken by a lie, taken from me by the ignorance of those who would teach children of a hell that only exists within them, unknowingly continuing a cycle of perversion & fear that extends far beyond this moment in time.
I did not know then, what I know now. Why I couldn't stop the tears, it wasn't just fear for those I loved, it was my awareness which brought tears - despite its dwindling voice it still lived as a whisper in a crowded room within - in one moment I'd been coerced into believing a lie could ever possibly be true. In my belief and subsequent anger I became a part of the lie, my energy diverted to feed a foundation of fear; years of my life spent lost and wandering in pain & separated from spirit; angry & alone all because I was an innocent who always sought the light and was given fear in its place.
Now, I have reconciled my anger, I've been tempered and gentled as my connection healed and became strong with the successes of my search and the realization - I was never lost, just blind to the path I was on... as all is meant and I intended to lose my way so I may know what fear is, what it is that drives people to believe a lie. The teachings of Christ do not reflect this lie, it is in the minds of those who choose to see it because it lies within them, those who are in pain and lost.
So, when I do engage with those who push their beliefs, as happens often in my professional life, I focus on "What Would Jesus Do?" In my personal life when my door or/and my person is approached with flyers & questions I always smile sweetly, say no thank you, I'm already saved and all my prayers have been answered and continue with my day unchallenged. In the subtle threads of words and intentions found here and elsewhere in the world wide web, I intend to love and am aware of the traps that lie in others’ professed salvation of my soul..
I choose to be aware.
Thank you for this thread Sourcer - and for the realizations & emotions that came with responding to it. A gift, as always. *smile*
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