Rhythm Of Prayer

The rhythmic effect of prayer will streamline its way into everyday when done consistent.

When I picked up this pen again to entertain this hobby of mine, little did I know how much work God wants to do with our souls.  This is even truer when I started to allow Him into my creative room with the potency of prayer.  I began to realize this as my desire for certain things slowly began to vanish the more I prayed. There has been a few days in between that I sought pleasure and profit, as it is instinct.  It is easy to become intoxicated with the sweetness of the taste for things we write upon here and there.  Yet now, with each passing day something I felt attached to, or desired in some way, slowly makes its exit from the daily agenda of my refreshed mentality.  And I have been able to “let it all go” through prayer.

Prayer is a stained glass in which the light has been refracted through the color of God.

Prayer is the union of our mind and our will with God in an act of pure love bringing us into obscure contact with Him as He really is.  The reason I like to pray is to renew and redevelop my mind from all of the trivial things that wrap around it. All the while letting go of my will.  Prayer then infuses with the soul and then comes the direct intervention with God.  I am beginning to think that the tremors that move through us as we pray is the soul communicating with God.  The soul raises the whole process of the prayer’s progress above the level of our perceived landscape and it is possible that our spirit carries it to Him.  It is then that my capacity for suffering seems to drain from my clogged mind, only to be filled with His infused light and love.  

Potency Of Prayer

Before any of this begins, it is ordinary to labor with the proper preparation of prayer in our own way and with the help of His grace.  It is by adding depth to our knowledge and love of God in all forms of prayer, that our will starts to set itself free from the attachment of our own created circumstance.  

I have found that the best thing a beginner can do at the first inkling of spiritual osmosis is to develop discipline of the mind.  This enables us to concentrate on a spiritual matter and get below the surface of its meaning and incorporate it into our own lives.  By doing this we acquire the agility and freedom of mind, which helps us to find the light and warmth in the love of God.  

People who pretend to think about God only during those fixed periods after their own cruel agenda has left them weak and stranded will never amount to anything in the spiritual life. In fact they will not even think of Him in the moment of prayer.  They instead focus on themselves, which will not get them very far on the path to His Promised Land. 

“When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures.

James 4:3

 Get Creative

A few months ago I started to post in the sense of prayer.  This I thought at first was to go against the grain of God.  I must confess though, it has helped me when adjusting myself for extended moments of prayer.  I recommend that all try it.  You don’t need to post it for the world to see, but it helps if you spell out the direction you would like to go, then it can only be used as an instrument of His will. I now believe one hundred percent that writing is a form of prayer.  The rhythmic effect of prayer will streamline its way into everyday when done consistent. It will trickle through the mind, and eventually cascade through your heart and soul.   

Others may suppose that the function of prayer is to show us how to practice going about life with a virtuous understanding and to give us the courage and determination to do something in life.  This is just another fruit to be plucked from the soul of a prayer, but it is just another step along the path.  

The reason why prayer does not serve its true purpose in the lives of so many who try and practice it, is that they do not understand its true purpose.  Some people—and this unfortunate—only pray for their well being, to get what they feel they deserve.  Then there are those that believe by praying they will come to find out more about God.  It is an elementary truth that prayer strengthens our convictions and allows us a deeper foundation of faith and understanding, but this is only the tip of the iceberg.  It is but the threshold of prayer. 

Functionality Of Prayer

As we get closer to the truth we begin to see that prayer is meant to produce in us a greater love for God. Whether or not this concept is satisfactory to you depends entirely what you mean by loving God.  If we think prayer has proved its point when it made us say we love God or feel that we love God, we may still be wrong.  

There will always be a light if you believe.

Prayer is a dual discipline that has a dual function.  First it is supposed to allow us sufficient control over our mind and its memory. This is what enables us to recollect ourselves and withdraw from all exterior challenges—with their activities, thoughts, and concerns of temporal existence.  

Secondly, this is when prayer begins its ascent to Heaven above.  It is the end result of the prayer that we start to become aware of the presence of God, as that vibration radiates from within, the tingling of the spine, this is when you know He is moving through you. And He aims to bring us to a state of constant companionship and loving attention to Him, and our utmost dependence on Him.  

“Trust in the lord with all your heart and lean not into your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your path straight.

Proverbs 3:5

The Take Out

The sole purpose of a prayer is this—to teach us how to work ourselves free from created things our minds have built up and our temporal concerns. Those in which we only find confusion and sorrow. Once we work to free ourselves from these. We will then enter into a conscious and loving contact with God in which we dispose ourselves from our wants and focus on our need for Him. This is done by praising Him every step of the way with the honor and love which He has now given to us through joy. Prayer is a dark path, in which nothing but faith can be heard in the silent, joyful light of God’s will.

The success of prayer will not be measured by the great resolutions we make, or the emotions felt in the exterior senses.  We have only prayed well, when we have come, to some extent, to realize God.  Yet even that is not quite the thing either.  

After all, anyone who has tried it is aware that the closer you get to God, the less question there can be of His will. The less there can be of realizing Him or anything about Him, the more we realize the path we are to walk is the one that infuses us with His light and His love.

-BeLove

A Clear Conscious

It was that sort of prying moment in the chronicles of the human consciousness when the mind universally awakens. It was when democracy initiated an era of chaos and ideological confusion—I felt the principal phenomenon of a spiritual awakening. 

Written Prayer

How are things going up there?  Pretty blissful one would bet?  I imagine bliss knows not a thing about being boring, but then again what do I know? You know those first two sentences were the first I wrote back in the beginning of this journey, way back in the Barstool Buddha days.  Seems like forever ago, does it not?  It is of no use to discuss those sentences much yet—they are mainly placed there for sentimental value—and to give an example of the direction I was, and may still be headed.   

I must admit that when I first started exposing these ink-stained thoughts of mine again, I was apprehensive of You. I felt that You were responsible for the cosmic collapse that I perceived to be crumbling upon the halls of humanity.  In my foolish behavior, I questioned your existence, or maybe I was questioning mine? I wanted answers that weren’t being seen or heard. I wanted the answers I couldn’t find.   These thoughts of mine, they like to play with fire, but in all reality do You not fuel them? 

And as per the usual, it is human nature to seek proof, and I did.  I started seeking You everywhere I turned, in everything I read, even the stars I gazed upon.  I read into those who had found You, then lost You, and I studied religiously those that never believed in You, only to find You.  But most importantly I started reading the Book of You again.  

But a roadmap.

“Flee the evil desires of youth and pursue righteousness, faith, love and peace, along with those who call on the lord out of a pure heart.

2 Timothy 2:22

Spoken True

My mind was in one of those swelling states. I felt like my life was infinitely lacking something of purity. My heart would pound while eagerness tore away at my sense of comfort.  Though the sentience of my soul wouldn’t allow my ego-fed demise to a partisan vote.  The soul when it senses it’s being it becomes but this instrument of Your infinite power.  And there were times when I wasn’t sure if I was being used as an example of human error or if I was just a shadow hiding behind the light of what’s to come.  And I speak true when I say that I still sometimes feel that way.  Though I no longer have any sense in worrying when writing.        

Something happened one evening after I prayed for a consistent path full of purpose.  Overnight my conscious went from putrid to pure without needing much proof. Everything I saw that following morning had a peculiar and illuminated glow to it.  Then came Your definitive proof as You sent the perfect weapon to reel me in.

Conscious Awakening

I cannot recall for the life of me, which came first, the attraction to You I felt so drawn to, or if it was after paying more attention to the timing of things when I felt You starting to surround me.  Either way I had long been damaged in sensibility and that is when came a refined perception with such suddenness—that in the blink of an eye—You were the boundless influence in my life.  That morning took on the metaphysical shape of the day that changed everything.  That was the day my conscious awakened.  

Consciousness is the surface of our inmost nature that comes into contact with You. It is receptive to Your message and it hears Your voice.  The conscious may well be repressed, hidden and depraved in some of us, but it is has its roots in the essence of us, with our divine image and Your likeness within us.  In our existence of sin, conscious is merely the memory of You, Your Son, and the divine life. 

It was quite the tough pill for me to swallow. The one how You teach us goodness and truth by confronting us with evil and fallacy.  But the way You teach us is not with the evil or the lie, but by the grace You give our conscious at the crossroads to make the right choice and turning that choice into Your hidden truth.  

“Be not overcome by evil, but overcome evil by good.”

Romans 12:21

His Will

I am amazed at Your ability to write straight with crooked lines. And after much consideration, I have come to see that all of these conflicts within me are just artificial creations crafted in my own mind.  It is my conscious that now speaks with the clarity that You have placed me on the proper path. One I must walk without fear. I know You will lead me.  You will break my dumb will so that I may give myself entirely to You.  I have no illusion of being able to do so by virtue of my free will.    Your spirit must do the work in me or it will never be done at all.  And I pray that You will arm my will against itself and move it to work and remove my own obstructions.  

The wilderness within will always show a path.

My only desire is to give myself to the infinite love who is You.  You who demand to transform me into my true self, lit by Your light within me, and with the way of simplicity that doesn’t carry any drama. Which is infinitely beyond everything spectacular and astonishing. And so shall be my significance, shielded by Your power.  You, the Holy Ghost, who is Love living in me, are the One who brought this about while preparing me for far more surprising things that lay ahead of tomorrow, but only if I will let You act without my own hesitation. 

Amen.

The Take Out

Consciousness is the organ of perception of spiritual revelation, of goodness, righteousness and the honest to God truth in His entirety.  It is not just some intermittent function put on by human nature.  It is the wholeness of our spiritual being at the metaphysical cross (center) within our very own heart.  Consciousness is the mountain spring that feeds the river—flowing golden with the right thing to do.  The conscious will also act with apprehension upon God, and that is not something one wants to do. Besides is it not “plain as hell” that we have already discussed it. 

God acts upon our conscious and rouses our memories with the heights of heaven and its celestial environment.  Consciousness is the clarity of who we really are. It shows us which world we ideally belong to, that being His, and it points us towards the purpose for which we have been created.   The confusion of the conscious is nothing but a smokescreen that deviates from our spiritual being. One which we create with our own know-how and has its influence in the bourgeois and an omnipotent organization I would rather not discuss.

Our conscious alone is proof that we haven’t fallen fully away from God but that we have a preserved connection with the Divine world.  Repentance and redemption are only possible because our consciousness is not past the point of broken.  And when it’s all said and done, consciousness in the awakening of Christ in the light of our soul. It is the meeting point of freedom and grace, and if allowed to speak in the metaphysical sense, the awakened conscious is the light that shines upon the land of milk and honey—keeping our lamps forever trimmed and forever burning.

—BeLove

Temporary Shutdown

“For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.”

2 Corinthians 4:17

In more ways than one I am just kidding. But it is a sad truth that my laptop may have taken its final rest. I had today’s post all neat and tidied up and then the frustration set in. And I have to admit that I was furious, angry, and a little distraught.

So I took a light jog through the neighborhood and when I got back home I calmed myself through prayer. I then proceeded to open my daily praise book and the words it spoke for January 18th are as follows.

I am leading you along the high road, but there are descents as well as ascents. In the distance you see snow covered peaks glistening in the brilliant sunlight. Your longing to reach those peaks is good, but you must not take shortcuts. Your assignment is to follow Me, allowing Me to direct your path. Let the heights beckon you onward, but stay close to Me.

Learn to trust Me when things go “wrong.” Disruptions to your routine highlight your dependence on Me. Trusting acceptance of trials brings blessings that far outweigh them all. Walk hand in hand with me through this day. I have lovingly planned every inch of the way. Trust does not falter when the path becomes rocky and steep. Breathe deep draughts of My Presence, and hold tightly my hand. Together we can do it.

“For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.”

2 Corinthians 4:17

It is true when they say He moves in mysterious ways. On the bright side of things, I just learned how to post through the application on my phone. It’s the little things, is it not? Hopefully I will see you all tomorrow.

—BeLove


Waking Up

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

—Robert Frost

As of now
it’s getting late.
With the night
darkness does create
ebbed by all
looking to degenerate.

To sleep but a wink
is just a bit of imagery
while my eyes they blink
subtle hints of symmetry.

My mind it dreams
as it always has
widened awake
til left whereas
by my heart’s last ache.

It is in this pitch black beauty
I know I am blessed
but to see the sun
I must give it my best.
Then she came and I was left
stunned by her symphony.

Yet I see it still
stuck to the simplicity
with each lance of light
sifting through songs of sympathy
sung by a morning bright.

And those church bells they ring
singing me to sleep
while through my window
the light it slowly seeps
with an inspiration
spilled from a darkness deep—
lit by love’s jubilation.

So for those who wish to sing
they will always find a song
sung right here
in this wild little sing-a-long.

BeLove © 2019


The Energy Of Delight

Delighting in God’s work leads us to delight in God, and delight in God drives away fear.

Dear God—

It’s been awhile since we’ve spoke beneath Your stars.  I vaguely remember a few inebriated instances of pleas for forgiveness, but those moments aren’t much worth reminiscing over if I can’t very well remember them.  I must confess the past month has been but a blistered blur on this path to freedom.  One must plead forgiveness for his improper actions, but I think we are both working to clear that up on our respective ends.  Well You and Your infinite nature probably don’t pay much worry to the same trivial ends as I, but either way I must thank you for seeing me through it all.

And even though I have been so very lost, the cycle of redemption shall soon come to bloom with the Spring of You.  So allow me to be redeemed beneath Your infinite nature that sparkles above me as I speak with humility at Your mercy. 

Banks Of The Deep End

I often feel as though I’ve reached that age at which I can sense the impulse of folly as it advances towards my thoughts.  And instead of speaking with You when the direst of desire for some sort of external help reaches its boiling point within me, I, instead turned my drowning attention towards the depths of whatever bottle was around.  And I now see that the gauze of booze does not help to heal the wounds of whatever it is one is suffering through, one would be none the wiser to go ahead and choose to hit the snooze on his wildest dreams.

And I feel as though these thoughts of mine that project sleepless patterns upon my night—the only thing I can do with them is stand on the edge of some eternal lake of fire within my mind and throw crumbs upon its surface and watch as the ideas come to feed like frenzied fish.  But again I have come to find that by speaking with You before bed instead of my own madness, these waters upon my fiery lake settle smooth.  So let us speak with the positive energy of Your delight for the remainder of this post.

You are the essence of the energy of my delight.  Even through the darkest nights, when I would look for Your light, and I couldn’t find it, little did I know that I was the light.  Maybe it was the darkness that couldn’t handle me. The external energy that I sought was not anywhere to be found except within me. This I now know.  

Your Will has revealed every movement of my life, and I can either obey You or I can resist You, but I cannot know with clarity what I am doing without much grace. Therefore I pray to You, God, with every breath I take give me the grace to never refuse anything you ask, but to remain utterly lost in Your Will’s immense obscurity, doing not what my will wants for my own good, but giving myself to You which is really the only possible good, for myself and for all of humanity.

His Infinite Love

Nor do I want to demand that what I do should immediately show some sort of result that I can appreciate. Neither do I want to esteem anything that I do, or do anything because I think it will make something of me in this world—but to only do things for love and love alone.  This is wherein the real obscurity hides, because the values loved by Your infinite love (the love so perfect that it is its own object) is absolutely incomprehensible to me.  Therefore to live for love is to live in the delight of Your infinite energy.  

I do not even need to know precisely what I am doing, except that I am glorifying the love of You.  To act out of obedience to the rules within the community of cosmic love, which was built by Your grace in order to love You, is obviously why I must act for love and love alone.  It is by following this rule that the world is saved.

It’s True I Tell You.

And since I live for love, I will ask for no reward, only more love.  Your love is infinite, as it scatters through the night sky above me and I reminisce upon a verse from Your Book. 

“Seek Him who made the seven stars and Orion, who turns midnight into dawn and darkens day into night, who calls for the waters of the sea and pours them out over the face of the land—the light of the world is His name.”

Amos 5:8

It is true that when we seek You, we seek the Creator of all things. You are all powerful, controlling both day and night.  And when within me, I was swimming in a sea of doubt; you tipped me over and from me that doubt spilled away.

So I thank you for drowning my doubt in the positive force of all that You delight. I believe that this may have been Your plan all along to see the truth of where I truly stand, but then again, I cannot try and fathom Your masterplan without letting my expectation get in the way so let us just attack today with Your energy at my side.

The Takeout

In closing, there is no delightful energy when conflict and argument arise within your own mind. All this inner-divergence amounts to is more resistance and turmoil in both the inlying and outlying environments of your very own life.  

It is instead that we should practice prayer purposefully and in the silence of prayer one will find peace by listening to the silence of your mind.  But some choose instead to argue with the madness that will often leave one bellied up with a bottle, only to ask the devil to soon step outside and handle this deviance like cursed men.  And even if one wins the argument with his very own devil, there is still no peace, for arguments are never won—they are perpetual.

When all you want is peace and love, one must have faith in the obscure realm of God’s Will, this is where the energy from within glows with delight and its positive nature realigns the heart with the head and God’s love will fill up and pour from the depths of your soul. Delighting in God’s work leads us to delight in God, and delight in God drives away fear.

Amen.

-BeLove

Creating Liberty

Creativity is a wild mind with a wandering eye that carries the torch of the soul.

What I want to do is to write well.  This feeling goes back to my early eccentric sense of existence—sunk in the glassy gravities of life—fumbling around for thrilling desperations of wisdom and knowledge.  I have long been keen and aware of painted veils, of God, of domes with stained glass tinting the white radiance of eternity, quivering in the intense delight of divinity and so on.  I have carried quite the nutty charm of all things since I was boy frolicking through the fields of mind-expanding growth, just on the other side of the past underneath the Cosmos of my adolescence.

The Forest Of My Youth.

Why I Write

It was underneath the stars of a sweat-filled southern summer night, many moons ago that creativity first started to drip through my soul.  The thoughts I thought were worth putting on paper.  Now here we are twenty some odd years later, going through the same motions, on a much larger scale rather than just some dusty old notebook.  Which by the way I still have.  This is why I write, well to write well, and just as well, it does help to give me a sense of liberty in a time when liberty is limping on its last leg.

If a writer is so guarded that he never writes anything that cannot be criticized, he will never write anything that can be read.  If you want to help other people you have got to make up your mind to write things that some men will condemn.  

If you write for God you will reach many men and bring them joy. If you write for men—you may make a pretty penny, you may give someone a hint of joy, and you may make a bit of an uproar in the world, if only for a little while.  If you write for yourself you can read what you yourself have written and after five agonizing minutes you may become so disgusted that you wish your creative side dead.

A Touch Of Creativity

Creativity has this marvelous touch that feels of flattery and laughs with liberty, all the while coalesced with subtle hints of courage.  As of recently, my mind has come to find that it is only truly fed with joy, when thinking about and creating all things eternal and infinite.  This is why I am satisfied to sit here thinking all day long about God, creativity, and the purity of love. And why I have decided to leave my own hell by the wayside of time.

The awakening of creative energy is inner liberation from pain and is accompanied by a sense of freedom. Creativity is the way of liberty. Creativity is a way out of your own hell.  Liberty cannot result in inner emptiness—it is not merely liberty from something but it is also liberty for the sake of something. And this “for the sake of something” is creativity in its purest form.

Creativity is one of the highest forms of consciousness, and at the same time it spills from the fountain of eternal youth.  Creativity is the youth of the soul and its power is bound up with the soul’s virginity. 

A Gift From & For God   

Creativity cannot be aimless and objectless.  It is an ascent and therefore supposes loftiness, which means creativity rises from the world to God.  It does not move along a flat surface in endless time but ascends with eternity. Every creative act of ours is in relation to other people—an act of love, of pity, of helping others to heal, of peacemaking. Not only does it have a future but also it is eternal.

The greatest secret of existence is the satisfaction that is not felt by those who make demands and sacrifices, but by those who give and make sacrifices in the realm of creativity. In those people alone the energy of delight and life does not fail, and this is the precise meaning of creativity. 

This is where I failed recently, my cockiness got the best of my creativity and I almost flushed everything I had built down the toilet of doubt.  I do consider myself lucky that after praying, God wouldn’t allow me to treat myself with such atrocities that spawned from the slavery of my own mind. I’m not sure why I felt the need to ruin it all, but I also haven’t the time to recollect it all.  In short, it could be chalked up to an inner dividedness.  I did abandon myself to my own devices instead of leaving things up to God.   

Liberty Of Love

Creativity is meant to push forward, so let us move north towards positivity.  The positive mystery of life is to be found in love, in sacrificing, giving, and creating love.  All creativity is love and all love is creative.  If you want to receive, then give.  If you want to obtain satisfaction, do not seek validation, never think of it again and forget the word altogether.  If you want your words to acquire the potency to make a difference in the world, manifest those words, and pass them on to others.

We are all skeptic with this idea that love is an emotion only felt between two people.  But love is a universal energy, a catching force handed down from the grace of God’s gift to us all, that being creativity. To be grateful, to hope, to believe, to be forgiving and to have faith in the path that lay ahead, is to accept God’s love and carry it in your soul, whole-heartedly and creatively.  This is the liberty of love in its purest form within life and the everlasting pursuit of happiness.  And we see this in the following scripture. 

“Am I not free to do what I please”

Matthew 20:15

Are these not Christ’s words? It seems that they, too, contain the secret of all joy, because there is no joy without liberty and these words contain the truth that make us free to love unconditionally and creatively.  To accept them for what they justly mean is to enter into the infinite liberty of God. To acknowledge these words is to love them and live by them.  To truly accept them is to love One and to love all.

The Creative Spirit 

Where the Spirit of God is, there is liberty.  Where there is liberty, there is the Spirit of God and grace.  Grace acts upon liberty and cannot act upon anything else. The enslaved mind cannot receive grace and grace will not affect it.  The enslaved mind will recognize liberty but only for the sake of urging it into the obedience of manmade law, and not in any way staying obedient to the law of His cosmic dance.

Liberty, then, is a talent given to us by God and not by man.  Liberty is an instrument of creativity to work with.  It is the tool with which we build our own lives with His freedom, and our own happiness.  Our true liberty is something that must never be sacrificed, for if we sacrifice it we renounce God himself.  As much as I would like to attack the current state of society on certain things pertaining to liberal beliefs I have chosen not to succumb to that impulse because the message of this post speaks loud and clear.

It is only the false spontaneity of impulse, the pseudo liberty of sin that is to be sacrificed.  Our true liberty must be defended with life itself for it is the most precious element in our being.  It is through liberty that God created us, constituted in His divine image of creation.

The truth is plain to see if you look with open eyes.

We may say with certainty that creativity is life-in-itself, and so is love, as is the contemplation of God and the spiritual world.  Creativity is a wild mind with a wandering eye that carries the torch of the soul.

In the end love laughs at all that is temporal through creativity, because pure love is the doorstep to eternity, and he who loves without condition is knocking on the door that leads to God and His eternal promise, and before anything can happen to him, God will have already drawn him over the sill to Heaven and closed the door behind him and he won’t bother to worry about the wilderness burning on the other side of himself because he knows nothing but love.

—BeLove

Plain As Hell

One little spark can set a whole wilderness on fire. Just a spark.

Let the wolf delight, to howl and to bite. For God has made him so.

—BeLove

If energy is delight and enthusiasm is beauty, the wild depressive knows more about delight and beauty than anyone else.  Who else has so much energy and exuberance?  I believe the psyche fleeces a certain strategy to increase depression. Isn’t it Freud who said, that happiness is nothing but the remission of pain? The more pain—the more intense the happiness that follows.  But there is a prior origin to this, and the psyche—it does create hell on purpose.

On Purpose

All life is, is pondering between then and now, between birth and death, seeking answers to the most influential questions.  Such brooding doesn’t always make us any saner, and some may sink into drink, when the answers they seek drive them a little too wild.  It has always been me versus madness in my life, and madness has proven much stronger over salvation.  But not this time around and I will tell you why.

All this thinking, writing, with it’s feeling sometimes seems to count for nothing. It’s naught but an attack behind the allied lines of my mind—seeking the beauty of my thoughts—and as of late the only effect is except it has worn me out.   The noble idea of being a poet or a writer has made me feel at times like a clown or a fool. Maybe humanity no longer needs art and inner miracles.  It already has so many outer ones.  

So before I can carry on with the green and lovely shades of this wilderness within, I must venture into the darkest and most arid corner of my mind.  This is the only way that I feel like I am being genuine with you all. It is true that the only way out is through.  

Sure I could fake it and pretend that all I saw was graced with gloriousness, but over the past week it hasn’t been that way for me.  I hold close with confidence that by getting this off my chest, the path will clear itself of my well-worn mind’s debris.  It is time we talk about hell.  

Horrors Of Hell

Hell is the state of the soul powerless to come out of it’s prideful self; it is absolute self-centeredness, dark and evil isolation, and the final incapacity to love.  It means to be engulfed in an agonizing moment, which yawns with the abyss of infinity, so that the pain plays repetitively in the mind, while stabbing sharp through the heart.  Hell creates and organizes the separation of the soul from God. 

Hell is not God’s action upon the soul, retributive and punitive as that action may be—it is the absence of any action of God upon the soul, the soul’s incapacity to open itself up to God’s influence and its complete severance from God.  

God’s Mercy

The horror of hell is not something inspired by thoughts that God’s judgment will be severe and merciless.  God is love and mercy, and to give one’s fate to Him means to overcome this horror. In reality the horror is to have our own fates left in our own hands.  It is not what God will do to us, but what we will do to ourselves.  Hell means that we don’t fall into the Hand of God but instead we abandon ourselves to our own devices.

Every soul is sinful and subject to darkness and cannot by its own power come into the light.   The soul will feel inclined to pass into the twilight of dreams written upon semi-existence.  Its own free efforts cannot bring it to true and being.  It is in the essence of Christianity that we see this designed by these two scriptures.

“The Son of man is not come to destroy men’s lives, but to save them.”

Luke 9:56

“I came not to judge the world, but to save the world.”

John 3:17

The coming of Christ should be seen as not an outward threat of judgment, but an inward recognition that salvation rests within—salvation from the hell that we have so maliciously spent our entire lives preparing for ourselves.   The coming of Christ is the turning point for the soul of man, which builds up the Kingdom of God instead of digging for the depths of hell. 

 Salvation Within

Without Christ, our Savior, the Kingdom of God is unattainable for man.  Man’s moral efforts alone do not bring him to it.  If there is no Christ and no change of heart connected with Christ, hell in some shape or form is inevitable, for man cannot help but create it.  The essence of salvation is liberation from our own hell, to which all creatures naturally gravitate.  

Hell will not come into eternity, it will remain in time, and hence it cannot be eternal.  One of the voices that howls through my soul tells me that all are doomed to hell, because all more or less doom themselves to it. But this to the fullest extent is reckoning without Christ.  The other voice that speaks from the goodness of my heart, says that all must be saved, that man’s true freedom must be enlightened from within, without any violence being done to it—and that comes through Christ and is salvation.

In the midst of this spiritual awakening, I no longer think of the devil as outside the human soul, he is engrained in it and means that it is abandoned in itself.  Christ frees the soul from the devil.  Hell, without question exists, yet it is revealed to us in experience, and it may be our own lot. Hell belongs to time and is temporal. Everything that is in time is temporal. The victory of eternity over time leaves hell and its so called powers behind.

Hell’s Intimidation

The idea of hell has been turned into an instrument of intimidation, of religious and moral terrorism. Our real horror is not in the threats of a transcendental Divine judgment, but in the immanent working out of human destiny from which all Divine action has been excluded.  The most merciless committee is that of one’s own conscious; it brings with it torments of hell, division, loss of wholeness, a fragmentary existence.  The only judgment God shall enforce upon us is a downpour of grace upon the creature. His judgment establishes true realities and makes them all secondary to the heights of Heaven, not in a permissible but a metaphysical sense.  

I now see something hideous and morally revolting in the idea of eternal torments as retribution for the sins of a short moment of life.  Eternal damnation as a result of things done in such a short period of time, known as life, is one of the most disgusting manmade nightmares.  But one thing is unquestionably true:  after death the soul rich in Christ goes on to Heaven, the soul that never believed in God’s Power goes on to some other plane of being, as it lived before birth.

The Answer Is Christ

The life in our world between birth and death is merely a crumb compared to our destiny, incomprehensible when regarded by itself, apart from the eternal purpose of a man. It is Christ alone that can conquer the horror of hell as a manifestation of the creature’s freedom. This is the last and final demand that dictates the conscious—to have the conscious and the courage to direct all the power of your creative spirit through Christ to free everyone from their own hell. And the rise of hope in this belief is the only way through this wilderness within.

Author’s Note

It has been a rough couple of weeks. My depressed mind has been taken over by the grind and has been working overtime with work and all else in between. But 2019 is going to be here in the blink of an eye and I will be spending a few days in one of my favorite places in the world, Alabama Hills, just outside of Lone Pine, California.  I have to leave town with just my camera, my tent, my bible, God, and me.  Once again, I have to find myself.  I must take this beast within and seek some holy waters for the sake of baptismal purposes.

As Christ said, the seed in the ground must die.  To be a seed in the ground of one’s very life is to dissolve into that ground in order to become fruitful.  One disappears into love, in order to “be Love”

I am finally getting somewhere with the book, so with that being said, this blog will only be posting once a week on Friday’s, starting this Friday.  Hope you all had a merry everything and have a happy always. Thanks for stopping by. Til the next time.

-BeLove

Words Of Encouragement

The use of our communicative skills is the hinge on which the door into our souls swings open to reveal our true spirit.

I would be lying if I didn’t say the past few days have been a struggle.  This struggle has nothing to do with spiritual sobriety.  It is in the feeling of writing where I have come to discover true struggle hiding in the shadows.

While I have you all here, allow me to introduce you to “writer’s block.”  It has been awhile since I’ve had the pleasure of its company. While I am impressed with it’s stubborn efforts, please allow me to show “it” the door. It’s the one that leads away from this creative room I call my head.  As the “block” walks on toward the inevitability of another day down this path, the fountain of encouraging words flows again.

Encourage Others

Words are meant to encourage and edify, and as much as the first paragraph may not have encouraged you. It did encourage my flow of creativity.   It is now my hope that the following words may encourage you.

Did you know that we speak about twenty thousand words a day?  Words flow with ease from our mouths and carry quite the impact on those who surround us.  But how much of that flow is fulfilling God’s sole purpose for edifying those to whom you are speaking?  How many of your words reflect pride, rather than the motivated gospel of humility?

Power Of Words

Our words are powerful and our words matter.  “Death and life are in the power of the tongue” (Proverbs 18:21).  It is God Himself who has nourished our voice with strength and significance.  He designed our communication skills with such power for one primary purpose.  Do you know what that purpose is?

In a profound passage from Paul to the Ephesians, Paul provides an abundance of understanding about our words and their God-ordained goal—both what it is, and clearly what it is not.  

 
“Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as it fits the occasion, that may give grace to those that hear.”

Ephesians 4:29

Do you see how meticulously this knowledge applies to our words?  Paul is saying plain as day that there is a certain kind of communication that’s never to come from our mouths, and another kind that should be in everything we say.  That’s how far and wide the reach of this knowledge really is.  Paul is employing a contrast here to teach us all—the prior Scripture is a “not that/but this” statement, which clearly shows us the kind of words God forbids as well as the kind of words He commands.

Degenerating Words 

The words that God forbids are “corrupting talk.”  Are you familiar with talk that corrupts?  It is a daily temptation and it rests in the tendencies of us all. Corrupting words bring degeneration to a soul—they are words portrayed by fatality instead of words that that bring life to the conversation within a soul.  In the passage from Paul, God has wisely forbid us from communicating with others in ways that are detrimental to them—words that degrade and defile someone.  

Corrupting talk is a harmful form of communication; it refers to any talk that deters from growth in godliness.  These tortorous words can and will hinder the cultivation of godly relationships and they have deadening effects on other souls.  It is in the nature of such violent communication to penetrate and spread cancerous through another soul, and these words “grieve of the Holy Spirit.” Therefore no such talk shall be allowed in the house of God.  There shall be no decaying words spoke of any kind, in any form, at any time, by anyone. 

From the perspective of God, how many of your twenty thousand words each day carry the characteristics of corruption?

Uplifting Words

Words are intended to communicate with encouragement.  Our words are to edify—they should “build up.” This goes for all forms of communication. In Paul’s speech we are definitely directed to communicate only those words that edify.  What are edifying words?  

One of many edifying words, Love.

They are not simply polite words.  And they certainly aren’t words that just flatter, nor are they spoken in the superficial sense that is centered on the self-exalting of a man’s pride.  

True edifying words are words that reveal character and a promise through the activity of God.  They are words that are centered at the cross and they spill from the bottom of a heart.  They are rooted in Scripture and they identify with good-natured dynamics and the presence of God.  

Words must communicate the evidence of grace that you observe in others.  They are words that flow from the humbled heart.  Since we are commanded to communicate only through kind words that build another soul, we should see the blessing of positive communication as a right and not necessarily just a privilege.  But what a privilege it is to be instructed so sweet.   

Since Scripture enlightens us that God is at work in every soul that has been regenerated, we have the joy of bringing to the attention of every soul in this world how we perceive God to be at work in their lives, we are able to discern how God is active in their lives, and draw attention to that, then we celebrate it be delivering these words of hope to another soul.  

Now we have touched another soul by building them up and edifying them.  It is not only our privilege but also our responsibility to speak to others with words of encouragement and edification. 

Words Of Purpose

In Paul’s message we are also instructed that communication always be purposeful, and that purpose is that it may give grace to those that hear.  The biblical purpose is that in every interaction of communication you have, is that the person who hears you will receive grace.  

We are all in need of grace. There’s no one that you know who doesn’t need more of it.  And God has so composed society that when we are gathered amongst each other with casual conversation we should both deliver grace and receive grace with the exchange of edifying words that lift the spirits of all.  

The Takeout

Corrupting words are the fruits of pride and they reveal pride, while words that edify are the fruits of the heart that have been regenerated by the gospel of Christ and evidence that a heart has been humbled by the gospel, and that the Hand of God is still nourishing the spirit of love.  

When you examine your words and what you speak you discover your heart and soul.  The use of our communicative skills is the hinge on which the door into our souls swings open to reveal our true spirit.  Pride is something that is not easily cultivated in the garden of humbling communication.

I hope you all have a blessed holidays and practice using edifying words on those “relatives” that drive you to the brink of insanity, just remember that one of their many graceful attributes is quite simple, through thick and thin they are your family.

—BeLove

*I leave you all with what I’ve always considered my favorite “Christmas” song.

Written Confession

If I am to be a writer or a poet, I must always put on paper what I have become.

It may sound simple, but it is no easy task.

Hello.  First, let me thank you for stopping by.  Now where were we?  

I wrote the last post because I wanted to prove that we all have doubt.  Doubt in ourselves, doubt in God from time to time.  Hell, I have doubted God and myself most of my life. This doubt is similar to smoke, it will cloud your judgment of yourself, cloud your thoughts, cloud God’s purpose and His will for you.  

This smoke-filled doubt seems to be the absence of God.  Yet, God is still very much around.  He has just chosen to seem absent. But through the fog there is always a light and it burns within you, and it is God. You see he isn’t absent; those clouded thoughts are just the absence of faith.  I will now share with you why I believe this to be true.

Speak The Truth

My last post almost didn’t happen.  I was close to throwing in the towel when it came to writing again.  I almost put the pen down for good this time.  I was in a bad spot over the past week and a half.  It was all self-imposed from my obtrusive ego.  My head had swollen past the point of no return.  I wanted to quit writing out of pure defiance

Keep going.

The renewal date for this blog was coming up and I said to myself, just let it all go, just let it collapse like everything else in your life.  Sit back and “maybe” write the book and forget about the message while allowing mayhem to take the checkered flag from motivation.  My heart and soul were both vitally exhausted from moving constant in opposite directions of each other trying like hell to keep up with my mind.  

Don’t Doubt

And you know why? Because I doubted everything, and when I chose to do that I doubted Him.  I didn’t pray deeply for a business week worth of days, I didn’t get lost in the gardens of scripture for an extended duration.  I walked away towards the darkness of insolence from the path He had laid with the light of deliverance.  My soul had succumbed to the selfishness of pride.  

So come Monday morning, my day off, I awoke and I made it a point to speak loud and clear to the emptiness around me.  I spoke at length with Him about my dependence of Him, I begged for His mercy. And as I said before, when talking to myself, I have come to find that I am lot happier rather than listening to myself. 

So the day went it’s way and things were happy.  The kid and I played and created to his heart’s delight.  I was asked a million and one questions.  That plus one, was the best one yet.  “So Dad, did you know that God made me?” My soul stood silent and looked above and through the flesh, we winked and then I looked to him and all I could do was smile and reply, “Yes.”  

A creative mind is of a thriving kind.  All his idea. 

The following morning in the same empty room, I repeated my need for Him and His mercy, but this time I promised to start seeing the grace in all things as opposed to their shortcomings. The reason because spawned from my child’s question.  

Feeling Grace

This is something that we all do, instead of seeing the grace in something we look for the fault.  For instance, you have a child who has asked you the most mind-numbing but silly questions about farts and chickens all morning but then by the grace of God and who he really is, He reels you in to a place you have never been, a peace you’ve never felt.  That’s not just seeing, but feeling the grace of Him in all things.  

That night after the kid had gone to his mother’s house.  I was still going to quit, so I echoed my merciful dependence for Him, but this time I asked Him to give me the strength to see His will through, to allow me to see the grace of my surroundings.  I then picked up the bible and turned to Job.  Before I knew it the pen had found its way back into my hand. The words were written as follows the scripture.

He speaks in dreams, in visions of the night, when deep sleep falls on people as they lie in their beds.  

Job 33 : 15

And again the words they spilled from my flooded soul.  

Where I call home.


Allow God To Move Through You

These shades of mountain they glow beneath Your crescent moon, these stars they sprinkle my sight with a grace that shimmers of You.  And here You are moving through me with Your capricious wind, showing me what I should do.  Winter is in full force, and Your skies have been so grey, but every evening the inversion burns off and there You are so bright and beautiful.  This darkness and its significant other, that our flesh calls faith, is something we should forever see the light in.  So in the darkness of my doubt, let’s give them something to talk about.

Sometimes I feel that I should quit writing altogether, as some sort of gesture poised defiant.  In any case, I hope to stop thinking so much, because it has become impossible for me to stop writing altogether.  There is no way I can stop now, these words they help to heal, and it is possible that it is not only me.  Perhaps I will I write until death, and maybe even longer. Maybe I’ll write while in purgatory, except that I hope You and I can arrange some miraculous last inning heroics over my sins, and we shall leave purgatory in its own dugout, while you and I celebrate beneath fountains of champagne.  

And it seems to me that writing is not an obstacle in front of spiritual perfection in my own life, but sometimes it seems to have become conditional on which my perfection depends. Such is the mind of a poet.  If I am to be a writer or a poet, I must always put on paper what I have become. It may sound simple, but it is no easy task.  

To be a good person, and to remain myself, and to write about it:  to put myself down on paper, and now upon the world wide web, in such a situation, with simplicity and integrity, masking nothing, confusing no issue: this is difficult, because I am at times mixed up with illusion and attachment.  These too must be written, but how?  Without exaggeration, repetition, and useless emphasis.  That’s how.  No need for howling through the ears of anyone but You, who will always see the depth of my foolishness.  To be frank without boring You, it is kind of a crucifixion.  It requires so much honesty that is beyond my nature.  So let it be said, it must come from You.

Amen. 

The results of God moving through us are more or less a transparent holiness through the lens of Him. Creativity is the very act of God moving through man.  By living, praying and writing in the light of God, I have lost myself entirely by becoming public domain via Him.  

If you take anything away from this post, let it be as follows.  

We are all lost the majority of our lives, most of us have evolved to ignore our purpose and have become akin to just existing.  I was one of those people and I almost was again.  But believe me, we are here for the purpose of making the world a better place, via love, faith, and most of all hope through God.  

Within each and every one of us is a place called Calvary and the mind within it, has the ability to be and believe in whatever it wants to.  But the resource of abundant life has masked itself as debt and suffering, when true wealth has forever been funded by faith in God. 

This is why creativity is the most important natural resource that God has ever given us.  

And then they were whole—welcome back soul. 

-BeLove