My first memory is not really a memory, but a sense of not belonging in this world, coupled with a longing for something that felt elemental but was missing. I couldn’t name or understand that yearning until many years later but I felt brokenhearted and homesick from the start. I also knew that the people around me and the things the world was mesmerized with could never fill that void. But I tried anyway.
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My first memory is not really a memory, but a sense of not belonging in this world, coupled with a longing for something that felt elemental but was missing. I couldn’t name or understand that yearning until many years later but I felt brokenhearted and homesick from the start. I also knew that the people around me and the things the world was mesmerized with could never fill that void. But I tried anyway.
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Some of us were born old. To us, the heavy shutter separating reality from this world was but a sheer, gauzy curtain. We saw and knew from the beginning. We came to be the whirlwind in the thorn tree that is the world.
The world, because of its fragility, instability and ultimate unreality needs thorns to preserve itself. These thorns are judgments, beliefs, rituals and traditions that keep being recycled without much evaluation and discernment about their benefits, their origin or their veracity. What the world is trying to protect with its thorns are its perceived wounds, which are seemingly many and varied. The wounds’ apparent complexity is in itself a thorn because there is only one wound and it is the lack of God. It is a self imposed wound.
The whirlwind isn’t affected by the thorns. It is aware of them but can’t quite comprehend why they are even in place because to the whirlwind, it is obvious that the thorns don’t work. The whirlwind has no intention of attacking, damaging or even destroying the thorn tree, but the thorn tree, in its fearful fury to defend its false kingdom, perceives the whirlwind as a threat. The whirlwind is free; flow is all it knows. The thorn tree is like a prison whose sole purpose is to remain so.
Although we, the whirlwind, saw and knew from the beginning, we too came with a degree of amnesia that became stronger as we grew used to the thorn tree of the world. We never felt this was home but we didn’t know where or what home was. And so our clear seeing and knowing was slowly eaten up by the infection of forgetfulness. Eager to fit in with the thorn tree, we forgot our flow and started growing our own thorns instead.
Our lives run in a sort of backwards way: the knowing was there from the start. Our path is to remember what we already knew, and what we couldn’t entirely exile out of our minds, even as our flow became dammed and our light lost some of its luster while we pushed on against the grain of the thorn tree of the world. But once we started remembering our Father, we also remembered our mission. We restored our flow and our light was shining again. I and my Father are one, our souls whispered to our battle worn hearts. Our hearts responded with opening ever more to the inner light, our Father’s house. Our light could never be hidden, as much as we tried to dim ourselves to blend in with the thorn tree of the world.
Since that turning point, we have been steadfastly walking back home, leaving on our path drops of light which the thorn tree of the world doesn’t recognize. The whirlwind is true to its native current, which swirls from the direction opposite to the current of the thorn tree of the world. But because the whirlwind, one with the Father, is of the light, it has been breaking down, slowly but steadily, the thorn tree of the world. Darkness can reign only in time, which is not of reality, but even in time, the days of the darkness are numbered.
“As the whirlwind passeth, so is the wicked no more: but the righteous is an everlasting foundation.” (Proverbs 10:25)
Time has nearly come for the whirlwind to flow freely. As that time nears, the drops of light the whirlwind leaves in its path are growing in size and power. While the thorn tree of the world is being felled, the tree of life is growing silently, taking mighty roots. We, the whirlwind, will build a new earth for a little while; an earth that is a reflection of God’s love, our true and only home. Hand in hand we will then seamlessly and completely merge back into the One our hearts yearned for since time seemingly began; the One we never left in reality.
(“The whirlwind is in the thorn tree” is a verse from Johnny Cash’s song The Man Comes Around, which beautifully and powerfully describes these end times, the collapse of the age of darkness and deception, as foretold in the Book of Revelation as well as elsewhere in the Bible.)
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Water is hurled into a fall, and falling, it explodes into pure power. The more surrendered the fall, the greater the power potential.
Are you not very much like water?
The fall seems merciless, but boundless mercy awaits at the bottom, where the water will merge into the only way it can continue to flow: in sync with itself.
After the fall you, like water, will choose again. Flowing in surrendered rhythm with the already and always present flow of your Self may just be the perfect choice.
Don’t fear the fall; it’s inevitable. But remember that the lowest point is also the foundation for the highest point.
Sculpted by the ever present grace on the ascent, and gently forged into perfect peace, your arrival at the highest point, which is pure power, is also inevitable.
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You are freed from the world once you have accepted the world by seeing through it and detaching from it. The world is ego’s playground. You’re not of the world because you are of God. Freedom while in the world can only come by your remembrance of your true inheritance.
Being free here means embodying the Light that you are in God created Reality. The world fears that Light and is threatened by it because Light is Truth and the world is illusion. Those enamored by and attached to the world are enamored by and attached to illusions. They hide from the Light and attack it because they fear it. Light doesn’t attack illusions but it does shine them away.
Light is of God because He created it; illusion, always of ego because God, being Truth, doesn’t know of illusions.
The world, the ego’s illusory kingdom, is based on dichotomy because the ego fantasizes it can split Reality by fragmenting what can’t be fractured. Fantasy isn’t Reality, and neither is the world, which is but an idle ego wish. Dichotomy can’t contain peace because dichotomy is conflict and peace is One. Only Reality is peace because Reality is One.
To be at peace within duality, within the world, you have to become one within yourself. That’s how you embody the Light. Becoming one within yourself, or being free of inner conflict, must entail seeing through the veneer of the world, which is conflict. Breaking up with conflict is the way to peace and since the world is conflict, you have to break away from the world.
The more you break away from the world, the more you embody the Light that you are. The Light cracks the illusion that is the world, not by doing anything but by simply being itself. Embody the Light that you are, be the God created Self, rather than the ego made self, and you will break away from the world and therefore break the illusion of the world.
This is what Jesus taught. The few who tend to their hearts’ yearning for God as their only ambition are also the few who have the ears to hear the master’s words:
“Fire have I come to hurl on the earth, and how I wish it had already blazed up!
Do you think that I have come to hurl peace on earth? I did not come to hurl peace, but a sword!
For I have come to divide son against father, and daughter against her mother, and daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law.” (Q 12:49-53)
The fire he came to hurl on the earth is Truth.
He hurled Truth because he embodied the Light in a world that’s based on a lie and is therefore full of lies. If familial and other special relationships get destroyed because Light is shining on them with blinding precision, they aren’t worthy keeping for anyone who’s devoted to Truth.
By being what he is in Reality, Jesus shook up the world and cracked the foundation of the illusion; not because he wanted to change the world but because he wanted to wake you up to your Reality, which is the same as his. He didn’t come to earth to save it; he came to remind you that you need to save yourself from the hell you made by believing the ego.
He knew the world is the illusory kingdom of ego and not the Reality of God. He didn’t come to bring peace to earth but to burn illusions that kept and still keep us, his brothers and sisters, lost in self-made nightmares.
A world that is illusory doesn’t need to be fixed; it needs to be seen for what it is: an inversion and perversion of Reality and an attempt by the delusional mind to escape from Love and hide from God. Such a world can only be imagined because God, the only Creator, doesn’t know of fragmentation.
An imagined world doesn’t need peace because peace, which is real, can’t fix something that’s imagined. But you, who are real as the formless form God created, certainly need peace while you still find yourself in the world. You will get that peace only by undoing your beliefs in illusions and returning, re-turning or turning again, back to God.
This is how you, who are not of the world, break the illusory world by breaking free from all illusions.
