December 25, 2010
It’s Christmas morning and the house is dark and still. I made myself a cup of tea and ate half of a cranberry white chocolate scone that came in a gift box from my birthday in November. I had been saving it in the freezer. My son and I no longer celebrate the holidays; it is not in the nature of either one of us, so we have quietly gone about doing what we are happiest doing. We were invited to our next-door neighbor’s house last night and that was pleasant. Then we had dinner at our favorite local restaurant. It was quiet there, the people eating were either worn out from the holiday preparations or were like us, strangers to the ways of this world.
When I woke up this morning, Rob had filled my stocking and left it on my chair. He won’t get up until afternoon since he works nights. So I will have all day to reflect on the Real. Not such a bad Christmas day. Snow is expected tonight.
Lately my thoughts are revolving around what I want for next year. I want to dwell in some key thoughts. “My kingdom is not of this world.” “Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils.” “Be of good cheer. I have overcome the world.” I string these words together like pearls on a strand. If the words of Christ seem archaic, substitute the word “awareness” for “I” and “my.” The Christ consciousness equals awareness. As the mystic Sunyata said, “I am is the way, the truth and the life.” And Joel Goldsmith said, “Know ye no man after the flesh.”
That is how we who are intent on discovering the mysteries of the kingdom understand our work. We are to put our faith in awareness rather than in dwelling on the negative. Some of you are familiar with the way I write. I do not shy away from honesty and what may seem like the negative; but it isn’t negative to explore the nature of reality. In this world I did lose a child and mate. In this world I do have challenges and sorrows. “Be of good cheer. I have overcome the world.”
I have a few wishes for the coming year and they are essentially the same as for every year. I wish to understand more deeply why I am here and what I should be serving. Of course the answers are obvious to the spirit but the flesh is weak and forgetful. None of us is perfect; every guru has toilet paper trailing from his shoe.
I hope my writing blesses those who are open to it. It is mercurial and covers what is wrong as well as what is right. The baby in the manger should not be thrown out with the bath water. The savior he grew up to be was murdered by a consciousness that slept. But even the beloved disciples slept and died painful deaths. So don’t talk to me about how wonderful this sleeping world is. Get up off your bed and be what you are created to be. A broken thing capable of service if you let the light shine in. God bless us everyone.