Guided By Grace

That natural breath, the one you just took—it keeps renewing, from moment to moment, your life, as you know it.

To live “in Christ” is to live in a mystery equal to that which is the nature of life.  It is “in Christ” where we are united as One with Him.  When we accept Christ into our lives, He dwells in us as we were our own superior self.  It is through Christ that we are united with God by identifying our inmost self with Him.

From the moment that we respond with faith and charity to His love for us, a mystical union dwells within our souls.  A “new being” is brought into existence.  One becomes a “new man” and this new man becomes one identity through the spiritual awakening of Christ within.  The gardener of Galatia spoke of this to the minds of early believers.  This mystical union of being with Christ as one “new man” is the work of the Spirit of Love, or the fruits of the Holy Spirit.

The union of two natures in one person through Christ is a union that is perfect and indestructible, a union of God’s essence in one existing entity.  The union of a soul with God through Christ may just be a fortuitous union, but nonetheless it is more than just a moral union or an agreement of hearts.

The union of the Christian with Christ is not just a resemblance of fondness and feeling, a mutual agreement between thoughts and resolves.  This union carries a quality with it that some may see as radical, mystical and very much mysterious.  It is a mystical union in which Christ Himself becomes the source and the principle of all that is divine in you.

Christ Himself, breathes in you, divinely giving you His Spirit.  The ever-transformed mission of the Spirit to the soul that is in the grace of Christ is to be seen as a metaphor for breathing.  That natural breath, the one you just took—it keeps renewing, from moment to moment, your life, as you know it.  It is the grace of Christ moving through you.

The mystery of Christ, the Spirit, it is selfless love.  We receive Him in the “inspiration” of secret love, and to Him we give to others, the outgoings of our own charity.  A life in Christ is then but a life of both receiving and giving.  We receive from God, in the Spirit of His Love, and in the same Spirit of Love, we return our love to God through others.


Allow me a moment.

Lord, if I have this divinity inside me, what do the calamities of pain and pleasure, hope and fear, joy and sorrow, matter to me?  They seem to not be my life and they do have little to do with life.

Why should I fear a thing that cannot rob me of You, and why do I desire anything that cannot give me possession of You?  All of these exterior elements will come and go, so why should they intrude upon me?

Why does my joy excite me and my sorrows bring me down? And why should either of them make or break my day?

Why is life so attractive and death so dispelling if I only live in the life that You have so graciously gifted to me?

Why should I fear to cease to be what I am not when I have already become something of what I am?


It is the easiest thing in this world to possess the life and the joy in Christ.  All one has to do is to believe and love.  Yet people waste their entire lives in the trenches of industry, making sacrifice difficult to get things that make reality impossible.

This is one of the chief contradictions that sin has thrust upon our souls.  We have to treat ourselves with such violence just to keep ourselves laboring uselessly for what is vicious and without bliss, and we have to somehow compel ourselves to take what is tranquil and full of joy as though it was our last resort, because as a whole the path of least resistance leans into the ways of our greatest hardship and it is sometimes that what we are to do, is in itself, most easy, just may be the hardest thing in the world.

Amen.

-BeLove


I have no idea who these kids are but I’ll be damned if you all aren’t amazed by her voice.

Seeds Of Sanctity

Keep silent for the most part, and speak only when you must, and be brief.

-Epictetus

It is sad but true that in this day and age everything has to be a “problem.”  We live in a time of anxious demeanor because it is our manner of giving anxiety the opportunity to do what it does by creating a problem.  Anxiety is not something that is inflicted upon us with force from exterior elements.  We inflict it upon our own world and upon one another from within ourselves.

Sanctity in these modern days is prescribed with the meaning of having “no doubt,” as when the mind travels from one arena of anxiety to the next in which anxiety does not exist. And perhaps it may mean to lean upon God, to be without anxiety in the midst of anxiousness, so that the debris of doubt may be left for the next traveler to deal with.

In the sense of all that is fundamental—it boils down to the silencing of all contradicting distractions that border your being.  Spending a quality amount of time with silence helps to reconcile the contradictions within and around us.  And although they will always run rampant, these contradictions cease to be a problem, because the Man Upstairs is the only one who deserves our fullest attention in the depths of silence.

Contradictive conflicts have long existed within the soul of man.  Yet when man prefers evaluation to silence—conflict turns constant and carries no solidity to an insoluble situation.  We are in no way meant to resolve all contradictions but instead we must live with them and rise above them to heights where only internal solution sees them as the dimness of objective values in which they are, where they become trivial by comparison.

Silence, then, belongs to the substance of sanctity—in silence hope remains steady like a winter’s first snow while strength carries the weight of doubt away.

When silence used to surround me, I saw it as a problem—it was then that I could never escape my own mind to find silence.  Then came the day that silence, it ceased to be a problem, and I came to figure out that my mind must’ve influenced it all along.

Still though, I knew the problem would come back to the surface because the internal fruits of subjectivity and understanding would never be enough for my mind.   Silence is supposed to show us what is objective and concrete, and it does after awhile.

Silence is meant to be an intimate occasion with something far superior to this world, as beautiful as Being itself.  Silence is but a way that we may lean upon the sanctity of God’s silence in a deepened state of peace.

only in returning to me and resting will you be saved.  In quietness and confidence is your strength.

Isaiah 30 : 15

We are a society that puts words between our true selves and things.  In most cases even God has become just another abstract reality in a land of language that no longer serves as a means of unity with reality. But it is through His Word and the writing of words that I fall into the silence that I seek to move forward with myself.

As I’ve said once before silence clears the air that was once filled with the smokescreen of a man’s mind and his thoughts.  In silence we will always stand face to face with the bare being of things, and still we find in the nakedness of reality that is easy to fear, that neither are a matter of anxiety or indignity.

The naked reality of these words should be considered as being clothed in the friendly fabric of silence, and this silence is very much linked to all that is love.  The world that words attempt to categorize and control will always sit tight with us, and it is in silence where I have learned to know my reality by respecting it where words have sometimes corrupted it.

When one has lived alone long enough with the new reality surrounding him—adoration of God alone will bring forth a few intriguing words from this silence, and this is the maternal material of Truth.

Words fall between stillness and silence—between the silence of distraction and the silence of our own being.  And in between the silence of the world and the silence of God, words will always fall upon our soul.  When we are truly content and have known the world in its silence, words we learn are not what separate us from the world, nor from God, nor from ourselves because we know not to trust certain language to contain reality.  But it is within the silent sanctuary of the Psalm we find hope in the sound of sanctified words.

If the Lord had not been my help, my soul would soon have lived in the land of silence.

Psalm 94 : 17

It is in stillness of the Psalm where we learn that truth rises in the silence of Being from the quiet tremors of His Word.  Then as we sink into silence again, the constricted truth of words pushes us down upon the silence of God.

Or rather He rises with a calm fury from the darkness of a moonlit sea, like a long lost treasure floating upon waves of words and when those waves of words recede—His brightness will forever be a light upon the golden shores of our being.

-BeLove


A Spirit Moves

A person’s wisdom yields patience; it is one’s glory to overlook an offense.

Proverbs 19 : 11

When social disorder and military dependency occupy the world surrounding man, certain men will turn their attention towards the mystics of all that is spiritual.  Spirit alone implies personal freedom.  And those who walk the wilderness alone will come to find a spiritual freedom they never thought possible.

These words today—all they amount to is a sort of scaffolding—setting the frame for the spiritual house of me, being built by Him above.   And as the hammer hits the nail, this is what I heard.

“Therefore whatever you see your soul desire according to God, do that thing, and you shall keep your heart safe.”

Is it so obvious that a path of solitude can only be traveled by a man whom is very aware and sensitive to the landmarks of hidden meaning in a world so dark?  The hidden Will of You, it is different within the perception of every soul, though You do not move through difference, You move through us indifferent and collectively.  It is fear that separates the duality in us all with its disparateness.

When walking alone I came to find maturity in Your faith, and humbled as well.  I learned to detach from myself, to a certain degree that some perceive as poor and borderline detrimental to my sanity.

But it is true, that at my most disruptive point in this life, I’ve found this peace and it flows through You, and my mind has never thought so true.  As we’ve said, all one needs to do is seek You.

And is it true, those of us who fall the hardest hold a special place within You?

It is to the edge I walked looking for You and on my way back I found You.  So what now are we to do?  You are a mystery I have learned to love and pursue.  I feel You begin to take shape in my soul—and as a creative being—it is my goal to capture and express You as You move through me.

And perhaps I should feel guilt—that by doing this—some day I will be able to fully grasp these mysteries that flicker in the darkness above.  But should I feel guilt when creating my dreams?  Is that not why you gave them to me, to create them?

If there is one thing that dreams, purpose, and You have in common, it is in fact mystery.

And maybe the only way for a man to solve these mysteries was for him to lose himself to the wolf.  The hidden half of his duality that was transcendent, mysterious and little known—yet little did he know had long been lost in Christ.

Maybe the other half had to die for the ideals of transient existence, the same as Christ died for us on the Cross.  Just to rise from the dead, whole with Christ at his side, walking with the light of an entirely new wisdom written with purpose.  And is it true, is each mind a tomb?

And maybe the ends to these means of striving are nothing but the hope for the purity of my heart. A clear and unhindered view of my dreams coalesced with a vision that sees the true state of things—that which all others must have a grasp, that there own inner being is anchored, rather lost, in God through Christ.

Is that the secret when finding You? Is it to see You in everything we do, even in the music we listen to?  It is no matter what path—there is no mind, no matter, just a path to You that weaves free with pattern through a wilderness some call wild…but I call home.

The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad; the desert shall rejoice and blossom like a garden; It shall blossom abundantly and rejoice with joy and singing.

Isaiah 35 : 1-2

For those that have stuck with me, those who haven’t, and those just passing through, I thank you.

May God bless you all with bliss.

-BeLove


A Filling Well

But whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never thirst; but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life.

John 4 : 14

Last night I came to see

that my soul snuck in

looking all throughout me

for its existence

it aimed to find

and all it seemed to need.

 

Then that existence

it listened

and wouldn’t you know

this is what it mentioned.

 

“I was made to exist

by the one who hides,

it is in your heart

where the King resides.”

 

“So take this reason

and fill it with a life’s worth

full of patience,

then and only then

will your mind begin

to run free, open through the spacious”

 

Then my soul it answered,

“And just as water

shall rinse me clean,

will I love through this invisible

for that is where Love is truly seen,

through the eyes of a King.”

 

Then my mind came to share,

“I shall float through this ocean

we men call life,

with the ship of my soul

guiding me through these motions

staring down the sun

even as I grow so old.”

 

Just then the King, he chimed in,

“Please be careful not to fall

for that is when

you stumble upon that empty well

stolen by the fools of man

and all of his forsaken sin.

 

Unless you have a bucket

and it’s a story you must tell,

about a blessed heart

that made that fall

with such grace

And with which a bucket

he filled that well of man

and rinsed him clean of all sin.”

BeLove © 2018


Taking Root

Every man must act in the rhythm of his time. Such is wisdom.

A newfound knowledge has opened these windows of my mind.  Meanwhile drafts of wisdom flow through them like an autumn wind—fragments of the old me sneak through the same window—seeking freedom from self-inflicted suffering.

My eyes gaze upon the infinite splendor of a midnight western sky and I bow my head, speaking hushed.

How is a man supposed to make sense out of his existence when doubt runs rampant all around him? How can he find authentic meaning by simply embracing a certain criteria of explanation—which professes to show him the ways and means of this world?

Perhaps, this is why in my self-contained state that I search these woods within me, like an eternal explorer.  Seeking what I can’t find until the end of my time.  And if you wouldn’t mind, let us take a little bit of time to get through this wilderness of mine?

I feel that I should further venture towards the shadier side of this wilderness—my soul—where the wolf waits, howling with the moon.   And it is true that “herded” men fear and industriously avoid the shadows of their own darkness.

But I am confident that with the presence of You within, that the “I” of me will find some harmony in the fragments of my being.  And it is with You at my side, that I am no ordinary man, for that alone, I do not fear the darkness in me.

It is true the worst thing a man can do when divvied up into a couple of different compartments is to seal off certain compartments from one another.  If it is felt that one is more essential than the other, then one will practice with mental prowess in trying to keep the hidden beast at bay.  This is what happens when deep reflection pushes itself in the direction of an unwise and distracted man.  To contemplate when divvied up refracts instead of reflects.

The first thing that must be done before falling into a contemplative state is to coerce your natural unity back into totality.  It is of the utmost importance to reintegrate the compartments of your fragmented being into another kind of alliance altogether.  This is when we allow our dual nature the chance at feeling the manifested presence of God within us.  Then and only then is our being wholly aligned with that of the Spirit.

The presence of God in His world as its Creator depends on no one but Him.  His presence as “I” perceive—is in the strength that I carry to harness my own beast within.  Therefore these fragments of me and “I” can find harmonious balance in His grace.

There isn’t a thing we can do to change the enigma of our existence, except live in the harmony of happiness and feel the presence of God within ourselves daily.  We are able to decide whether we ourselves, and the portion of the world, which is ours, shall become aware of His presence, thrive in it, become consecrated by it, and reshaped by its light.

In life we have the choice of two identities:  the external mask which at times seems to be real and which lives in an autonomous shadow for a brief moment of experience.  But it is the hidden, inner being, which seems to us to be nothing. But it’s that being that gives himself eternally to the truth in whom he subsists.  It is this inner self that is taken up into the mystery Of Christ, by His love, by the Holy Spirit, so that in secret we live “in Christ.”

There is one body and one Spirit—just as you were called to the one hope that belongs to your call—one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all.

Ephesians 4 : 4-6

As I come to below Your night sky, I do feel that you have called upon me to help understand that explanation of You isn’t always sufficed—yet it is through the experience of You—where these lessons really move.  And it is nice to that we have started to claw at the surface of “I”, but we both know that we have a long way to go.

And the wolf—this beast in me—I now understand, is just one of the many ways you’ve chosen to speak through the fragments of me.  But for now I must catch a plane back to my roots. Yes there are some things that were buried long ago that You and I must dig up, so the seed will come full circle, and this relationship we are building will finally take its root.  Talk to you soon, Big Guy.

-BeLove


Potter’s Field

The crypt you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.

I climbed the fence

to old man potter’s field

where the fog hung low

just above the ground.

 

While I looked all around

those eerily empty tombs

this is what I found.

 

Where there stood

a certain headstone

void of a name

instead etched with inscription

’twas a bit of wisdom

written with a twist

and this is what that epigraph read:

 

“Remember me, as you pass by,

as you are now, so once was I,

as I am now, you too shall be,

so prepare for resurrection and follow me.”

 

With a pen and paper in hand

I left a silly note—

a small little anecdote:

 

“To follow you, I won’t consent,

for I do not know which way you went.”

BeLove © 2018