Death and the Nature of the Soul

Give me, Mother, what is befitting to me. And teach my soul to be content with Your gifts.  And let the desire of my Heart, which is my service to You, be manifested into this world by Your Will, without disruption or interruption. Provide for me that I may be healthy and not suffer any worldly affliction or obstacles as I complete this Work for You, to glorify You. Ease the burdens of my worldly life that I might focus my soul's energies on the pursuit of this spiritual work. In God's grace, allow me never to descend again into the troubles of the world. Lead me and show me in all ways how this Work may glorify You and heal Your children. Amen.

For currently I do not belong to the realm of worldly action, but to the realm of the contemplative, the historian, the researcher, the writer. I do not seek outside myself for your Work, but inside, internally, where I might grow into the task You have set before me. I dedicate my mind to You. I pray for all my worldly desires, obstacles and burdens to be set aside and provided for as long as it takes to complete this Task. I ask for the Word, and the words, to communicate Your message perfectly. I pray for Unity of Will, harmony, wisdom and grace in the creation of this Work to which I set about my soul. This is my soul's purpose and focus. I feel the rightness, the satisfaction in my bones, as every cell in my body consumes Your knowledge, devouring this banquet of Fruit You have laid before Me.

I ask only to be closer to you, to be One with Your light.

I ask only that I am given Time to complete this Work without interruption or distraction.

I ask only that Our timing be perfect; that we arrive neither too early nor too late; that all may lay their eyes upon the Work of the Lord and know the Truth of the message that You have given to the world.

God, please let this Work be enough for the world, and allow me to fulfill the desires of my Heart. Please allow me to give this gift to You in its entirety, for this Work is my sacrifice, created from sacrificial love, that You might be remembered and I, myself, forgotten. Amen.

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I have been pondering today why I was Saved as a child while my brother was not. 

When I was 12 and my mother died, I turned to God and begged forgiveness. I felt so guilty. From that, I received the Holy Spirit and was reborn. I experienced Liberation.

My brother, on the other hand, prayed for God to save my mom's life from cancer. When she died, he denounced God and, I think, blamed Him for not saving her life. So my brother became strongly atheistic, with the thought that, if God did exist, then He was very far away and didn't concern Himself in our lives.

It is a strange dichotomy to ponder. But I think it is a way to illustrate the difference between our hearts, even as children.

It is said in the Bible that only the pure of heart shall see God. It is illustrated in the parable of Job that no matter what suffering life throws at you, not to turn away from the Lord.

Granted, I was atheist at the time, and at 12 years old, I didn't know anything about the Bible. But I knew this: that when my mom died, I did not blame God, but blamed myself for my failure to mend my relationship with my mother before her death. I felt at fault for not praying. What I mean by this is, that when I lost my mother, I realized I was so selfish, the very least of all I could have done was pray for her. Prayer costs us nothing, and I didn't even do that, because of my own pride. I blamed myself for letting my pride get between me and speaking to God.

When I cried out to God to forgive me and save me, it was from the depths of my heart, with the sincerity of a child, because I felt true remorse for what I had done. I didn't even know what I was asking, only that I needed God, because I couldn't burden the loss of my mother alone. And God came to me, preserving my Heart, and creating of it something so much more.

Juxtapose this with my brother, who is only a year older than me. While not believing in God, he asked God to save my mom's life while she was sick. The bargain became: "If You save my mom, then I'll believe in You." The logic was: "If you give me something, then I'll believe in You."

Unfortunately, this is not how spiritual law works. When my mom died, for my brother, it became God's fault. It drove him away from developing faith.

Our spiritual Mother knew this would happen. So why did She let my brother fall away?

First, She understands that Time is an illusion, and that we exist eternally, and so She is patient.

Secondly, Her realm is the Heart. Her realm is Perfect Love. What was the folly of the heart in my brother's reasoning? Why didn't he receive the Holy Spirit? First, that he felt entitled. He was trying to make God bend to his small human will. "God, if you want me to have faith in you, then you have to do this for me!"

Secondly, after creating this one-sided bargain, he blamed God for our mother dying, instead of humbly submitting to God's will. He never brought himself low enough to ask for forgiveness; to ask to be saved; to cry out for help. And so, he enhanced his own suffering by cutting himself off from the divine. This is why pride is a sin.

As I said before, this is very American. We think, "If God gives me what I want, then God exists." Or, "If God gives me presents, then I'll believe in him." Or, "If God makes me rich, then God is real." Or, "If God cures my cancer, then God loves me." And when these things don't happen, we think we are being punished, or that God doesn't exist.

No. 

God exists outside of Time and Her magnanimous presence lives inside of us. She wants us to see Her, but we can't when we are so busy with ourselves. So if, by suffering through cancer, you are faced with your own mortality and you become more selfless, more humble, more appreciative of Life, and you begin to talk to Her, then your heart has grown, and you have progressed in your soul's evolution. This is a good thing. 

She will not change herself or her nature to appease us. We must be the ones to approach Her. A petulant child who is misbehaving may want his Mother to come and scoop him up in Her arms, but then he will only learn to misbehave. So Mother waits until the tantrum has passed to embrace us.

An unripe soul will complain, "Why does God force us to suffer?" God doesn't force us to suffer. This is an imperfect, impermanent world. We choose to suffer because we do not choose to live a life of grace. We choose to suffer because we are so attached to ourselves, to our limited logic, to our stubborn belief that man is the master of the universe, to our crippled comprehension of life. We must let go of everything and submit to the life we've been given. We must become selfless to find freedom.

A lot of people talk about death, or people dying, like it's such a bad thing. But I think of my own death every day. It is the only certainty, the only thing promised to us, since the day we are born. So why are we so afraid of it? I am prepared for it, as much as I can be. This revelation of death is no revelation to me. So why are you afraid? You know this is your soul's inheritance, don't you? Or did you forget? We are meant to walk this path with the soul's fire in our hearts and our hands clasped in God's own. Or did you forget?

What happens to a child if you just give him presents and presents and presents? Gifts and gifts and gifts? The child becomes more and more selfish. And the more selfish we become, the less capable we are of understanding the nature of our Mother. So until the heart is fully ripened and purified, and the temple is ready to receive the spirit, God cannot shower us in gifts upon gifts, because it will corrupt our heart and push us farther away from Her.

Instead, God helps us to become selfless and purifies our soul through the path of humility. We suffer because we forgot that's why we are here. The more you want for yourself, the more God takes away. The less you want for yourself, the more God gives you. But our understanding of richness changes as well. We care less for the world, and more for the heart, and that is where our treasures dwell.

What God saw in my brother's heart was an unripe fruit. Although my brother was still a child, he lacked humility. To spare our mom's life for him only would have encouraged his ego. It would not have taught him to let go and overcome.

I know my brother will come to know God in his life. But I think it will be after my death. This is how our Mother turns all things to good.

To understand God's lessons, you must understand the nature of the heart. God does not work on human terms, nor care about our worldly desires. God is working to perfect your soul. We can work with our Mother, or we can ignore Her, or we can hate Her. But it does not change that God is still at work to perfect Your soul.

Vedanta Meditation and Teresian Prayer

I have been practicing meditation now for about 1 month--since May 15th-ish or so. I have not been perfect with my schedule. In the beginning it was very hard. I could only focus my mind for about 2 minutes at a time, and sit still for about 10 minutes. I skipped days here and there. I tried to commit to 30 minutes in the morning, and 30 minutes in the evening. Sometimes I only got in about 10 minutes in the evening before getting so tired I fell asleep. Hah! But I've gotten progressively better and better at it, until now I crave it. I feel uncentered if I don't meditate in the morning and the evening. I notice an immediate change in my mood. So I think I will keep up this practice.

I've begun reading "The Ways of Perfection" by St. Teresa of Avila. I have never read her books before, though it's been recommended to me. As I work on the final stages of Our book, where I discuss the various Roots to the Tree of Life, I am reading a lot of different books by different religions and researching what they teach. Never before have I done such a deep dive before into all the different religions... but this Work must be done.

I am shocked to find that Teresian Prayer and Vedanta Meditation are almost the same thing. 

Vedanta Meditation

I will elaborate. Here is an example of the meditation I am learning at the Vedanta Center in Seattle:

Swami Satyamayananda instructed us to begin meditation by sitting still with good posture. Regulate your breathing. Close your eyes and focus them on a point just past your chin. Keep your eyes and your hands still, as that will help your mind become still.

Then, become aware of your body. Become aware of how we sit, then our posture, then our throat, then our breathing. Focus on breathing for a while, maybe a few minutes. Just feel yourself in your body.

When you first start meditating, there will be a "settling in" period. It used to take ten minutes or more to get my mind to settle down. My thoughts were very disruptive, and I'd get stuck in worrisome loops. 

So, as Satyamayananda described, during this process, thoughts will arise and fall. Feel yourself in your body and know that your thoughts are not who you are. Create distance, like watching a TV screen in your mind. Watch your thoughts rise and fall. Observe them impartially, like you are watching TV. Try not to get swept up in them, but if you do, gently break away and let the thought go. It will feel difficult at first, but over time, by doing this, you'll be able to push the thoughts far away, until they become like a thumbnail image, very small. 

Do not worry that you can't control your mind. Nobody can have absolute control. The mind is meant to think! That's it's purpose! So it will think no matter what. The point is to become detached from the thoughts, and no longer identify yourself with your thoughts. Observe them, don't chase them. Learn to see your thoughts as separate from yourself. Swami tells us a metaphor: imagine your mind throws out cookies (thoughts.) Don't pick up the cookie! Let the thought pass through you. 

Then, as you are sitting and meditating, feel yourself expand into space, larger and larger than your thoughts, and push your thoughts farther and farther away, until they become very small and insignificant. For the first couple of sessions, we only practiced this far. This was the goal in the beginning.

Once we got used to "settling in" and quieting the mind, Swami taught us the next step in meditation. Now, after detaching from  your thoughts and becoming comfortable in your body, change your focus from the point beyond your chin. Focus instead on a place deep inside of you. Envision a golden light in your chest. Then, plunge in! Enter into the golden light and rest there.

After doing this a few times, it is okay to begin to focus on an image, if there is a specific deity or symbol representing God (like the Cross, or the Buddha, or Kali) that helps you focus your mind on God. Focus your mind intently on the image of God.

Then, you can repeat a mantra. A mantra is a word that help you focus your attention on this image of God. I mantra might begin as "God, I pray for peace and understanding." But eventually, it becomes just one word, repeated over and over with focused intention: "Peace peace peace peace." Something like that. The intention is the full prayer, but the word is only "Peace." This helps the mind focus. Swami explains that every thought is like a packet of spiritual energy. If we can focus all of our spiritual energy and intention on a single thought, it becomes a powerful mode of inner transformation.

Remember to remain relaxed while you are doing this. Sometimes I will realize my face has become tense was I focus on my image of God (I always imagine the Tree, with gold light pouring from its roots.) When I noticed this, I relax my body.

Eventually, as you do this, you will feel lifted up, your mind pulled into a state of happiness, even intense joy and bliss. You may also feel like you are expanding outward into space, into a deep peace. These are good things. These are states of consciousness. Allow yourself to focus on the golden light, or the symbol of God, and focus your mind until you feel yourself open up and become expansive, without borders, and the exterior world is very far away. 

Monks can go hours in this state without breaking their focus and concentration. The Self, the Spirit of Life within you, will rain down Life into your body, regenerating cells, balancing hormones and chemicals in your brain, until you feel happy, refreshed, and at peace. This process is also called "Flow" and it's similar to a runner's high. Just like a musician can lose themselves in the flow of playing an instrument, the goal is to lose ourselves in the "Flow" of meditation. It's incredibly rejuvenating for the mind and body!

I have just reached the point in meditation where I am beginning to experience this "Flow." It is an addictive feeling for the brain. Now that I am experiencing it, I find that my brain craves to be in it more and more. Which is why I think I will make meditation a permanent part of my daily routine. Ideally I hope to dedicate an hour in the morning and an hour at night to it. As you meditate more and more, apparently you can maintain this state of "Flow" all the time. I can't even imagine!

Teresian Prayer

Due to living in a Christian country, I find that certain parts of Vedanta lack familiarity due to the cultural difference. Because there is a lack of cultural familiarity, cultural "ownership" let's call it, the teachings feel a little out of shape for me, like clothes not quite cut to size. I wish I could have grown up in India where I can fully appreciate the profound teachings of Hindu mystics as part of my own childhood and assimilated culture. 

Ironically, this sense of distance has been bridged for me, because I began reading The Ways of Perfection almost at the same time I started learning how to meditate, which is St. Teresa of Avila's famous book about prayer. I am shocked to discover that what she called "contemplative prayer" is almost exactly the same as what Swami teaches in Vedanta. Because of my Christian background, St. Teresa speaks to me on a more personal level, putting this spiritual practice in Christian context.

St. Teresa describes this process for her nuns like so:

"Consider that it is well worthwhile for you to have understood this truth: that the Lord is within us, and that there we must be with him.

"The intellect is recollected much more quickly with this kind of prayer... it is a prayer that brings with it many blessings. This prayer is called "recollection," because the soul collects its faculties together and enters within itself to be with its God. And its divine Master comes more quickly to teach it and give it the prayer of quiet than he would through any other method it might use. For centered there within itself, it can think about the Passion and represent the Son and offer him to the Father and not tire the intellect by going to look for him on Mount Calvary or in the garden or at the pillar.

"Those who by such a method can enclose themselves within this little heaven of our soul, where the Maker of heaven and earth is present, and grow accustomed to refusing to be where the exterior senses in their distraction have gone, or look in that direction, should believe they are following an excellent path and that they will not fail to drink water from the fount; for they will journey far in a short time.

"Those who know how to recollect themselves are already out to sea, as they say. For even though they may not have got completely away from land, they do what they can during that time to get free from it by recollecting their senses within. If the recollection is true, it is felt very clearly; for it produces some effect in the soul. I don't know how to explain it. Whoever has experienced it will understand; the soul is like one who gets up from the table after winning a game, for it already sees what the things of the world are. It rises up at the best time, as one who enters a fortified castle to be safe from enemies. There is a withdrawing of the senses from exterior things and a renunciation of them in such a way that, without one's realizing it, the eyes close so as to avoid seeing them and so that the sight might be more awake to things of the soul.

"... And even though it isn't aware of this at the beginning, since the recollection is not so deep -- for there are greater and lesser degrees of recollection -- the soul should get used to this recollection; although in the beginning the body causes difficulty because it claims its rights without realizing that it is cutting of its own head by not surrendering. If we make the effort, practice this recollection for some days, and get used to it, the gain will be clearly seen; we will understand, when beginning to pray, that the bees are approaching and entering the beehive to make honey. And this recollection will be effected without our effort because the Lord has desired that, during the time the faculties are drawn inward, the soul and its will may merit to have this dominion. When the soul does no more than give a sign that it wishes to be recollected, the senses obey it and become recollected. Even though they go out again afterward, their having already surrendered is a great thing; for they go out as captives and subjects and do not cause the harm they did previously (ie. no more troublesome worries or fears about day-to-day concerns.) And when the will calls them back again, they come more quickly, until after many of these entries the Lord wills that they rest entirely in perfect contemplation."

"I consider it impossible for us to pay so much attention to worldly things if we take the care to remember we have a Guest such as this within us, for we then see how lowly these things are next to what we possess within ourselves."

Journey of Perfecting the Soul

I am reading St. Teresa of Avila's "Ways of Perfection." 

I came across a passage about what to do if we are "wronged" by others. St. Teresa (paraphrasing) says we should not complain about being wronged. We shouldn't worry if we "deserve" to be wronged by a friend or family... It's not a matter of "deserving" at all. Such contemplation is meaningless. 

Consider the persecution of Jesus as an example. His crucifixion was not warranted, it was not "right" and he was not "deserving" of it, and yet it happened. This is the way of the world. People will wrong you. It's pointless to bemoan whether it was right of them, or if you deserved it. You will be wronged no matter what, no matter how hard you try, no matter how blameless you are.

So, instead of phrasing it as "My friend wronged me," rephrase it as, "My friend committed a wrong." Because, really, we should take ourselves out of the equation. We suffer because we are alive. People commit wrongs because people aren't perfect. It's not personal. It's just life.

In reflection, I realize that I have subconsciously been holding on to the ways people have wronged me over my 20's. I didn't mean to, and moving from LA to Washington was an attempt to detach myself from those past injuries. But the injury still remains buried in my psyche, and I need to detach from it. I will pray for God's healing of these wounds. 

Perhaps their wrongs seem even bigger to me, because of the intense vulnerability of my orphanhood, and the inconsistent support I received from friends and family. But, in the end, St. Teresa is correct. I can't allow myself to bemoan the suffering I endured at the carelessness of others. And I can't let it be a cause for my own self doubt, an endless searching for some fatal flaw inside of me that attracts abuse into my life. This is life. People commit wrongs. If they didn't, we would already be in Heaven.

It is a better use of my time and energy to be grateful for the peace and stability I currently have in my life. 

I hear a great wise voice well up inside of me and say: Someday, you will look back on this place as the happiest you have ever been--so be that. Appreciate this lull, this period of peace, tranquility, security, and effortless growth. Appreciate this time with gratitude. Give thanks to God. Try as much as you can to heal fully before your next trial, for certainly it shall come, and not as you expect.

Try very hard to learn, to grow, and to trust God, and forgive all of those friends or family who committed wrongs against you in the past. For by their own blindness do they cause suffering. 

Do your best to weather through this life, clinging fast to your faith and integrity of character as a shield. Keep your honesty and goodness as a blade against their unknowing, careless onslaught. For at times, if it feels like you run through life like a soldier through a battlefield, fending off all manner of sufferings and pitfalls and pain to remain true to your spiritual path, this is the Way. This life is a battleground and a trial of faith, not designed for the benefit of the blind, but for the creation of warriors, of admirals and generals in His army, to fend off the onslaught of darkness.

You will be burned. At times it feels like we can't be sure which is more a blessing--to receive his Perfect Love and Knowledge, or to remain in blind ignorance. But I promise you now, it is far better if we live keeping our eyes upon that Reality of Love, that Higher Self, instead of the flimsy ponderings of everyday problems. It is better not to be blind, but to walk in Knowledge, even if at times it seems to add to our suffering, for our burdens are greater and yet weightless by this understanding. 

Do not seek suffering in your thoughts for surely, it will find you.

There are two kinds of spiritual growth: trial and reflection.

Trial, in which we face down obstacles in our lives by relying on spiritual truths we've been taught, which brands knowledge it into our bones, forging strength of character, tenacity, and boldness. This is how the soul gains power. Power, in the spiritual realm, is measured in humility and compassion, which is the inevitable outcome of a successful trial. This is spiritual power because through our humility do we manifest God's will, and through our growing compassion do we desire to serve.

Inevitably, during this hammering, there are flaws and scars to our new build. So after a great trial, a period of peace and reflection occurs, which is fine-grained sandpaper to our spirits, brushing off the flaws, and an oilcloth to polish what has been forged in fire. This is how the soul gains wisdom.

Both of these, trial and reflection, are needed to perfect the soul.

 "Everything done with a pure intention is Perfect Love."

~St. Teresa of Avila

The World We Live In

I can tell that meeting me is a disappointment to people.

Since I was 12 years old, I've been loudly declaring my experience and talking about the nature of God, but nobody listens. Christians tell me this is the devil's work, while atheists say it's impossible, and everyone in between says, "Well I think you have experienced something," and they go back to their lives. And if I push or repeat myself, they say, "You're sounding overzealous. Are you okay?"

Nobody cares anymore about knowing or understanding God. Everybody thinks they have the answer. Nobody sees. Nobody listens.

Christ could literally walk into a church and declare himself, and be told he's doing the devil's work.

Christ isn't coming. Or, he came and nobody saw him, nobody knew him, because that is the world we live in.

Religion and religious people will not give me authority because I experienced this Enlightenment, this Salvation, outside of religion, therefore invalidating the need for the Bible, while equally validating all religions.

Scientists and atheists will never give me authority because it's an individual experience that cannot be observed using the scientific method. Controls cannot be established. Outcomes cannot be measured. How does one observe the Self--how does one observe the observer? God's presence is at all times around us. It is both matter and the machines measuring matter. How can anything regarding the nature of consciousness be proven using the scientific method?

Yet this experience of Liberation, this Salvation, disproved atheism to me. So atheism has lost its authority.

And because I had this experience outside of religion, religion holds no authority for me.

The only authority I can derive from this experience is the experience itself, and the authority of myself, of the Self. Only my own life, my own knowledge, holds authority for me, and on that alone, I must rely.

It saddens me, because this experience is profound. It is the very heart of our humanity. It should be accepted and celebrated with joy; acknowledged and shared with happiness and gratitude. Instead, every step of my life since my awakening has been treated with ridicule, suspicion, skepticism, and rejection. I have been shamed over and over again for sharing this experience, no matter how much joy it has brought into my life.

This is the world we live in.

Backwards, upside down, completely inverted from Heaven.

So my decision is, I will no longer look for answers in religion, nor derive my authority thereof. I shall no longer seek explanations in science, for science is still young and evolving. I shall no longer seek the validation of my peers, nor derive any authority from their acceptance of me, because no one will accept this experience. Not truly. If they did, they would have it for themselves. And as much as I can, I will try not to feel unworthy. I will try not to blame myself for their disappointment, and realize that nobody can live up to their expectations, not even God. 

It's hard not to feel like I've let down God by admitting defeat so early in the game. But surrender to this, I must. I've been trying now to bring this Truth into the world for 21 years and two thirds of my life. I am nobody special. I am not exceptionally smart or talented. I hold no doctorate or special skill. In fact, I am just like you. I don't fit in. I don't belong anywhere. I am unconditionally fit to be alive; this gift handed to me by some compassion of the Universe, no other answers provided to me except for God's ineffable presence, Her Love, which can't even be described in language as we know it.

So to God, I am acceptable to receive this knowledge, yet to the rest of the world, I am a disappointment. I am not seven feet tall with a big, booming voice. I have no super powers. I can't click my fingers and turn off lights. I don't see ghosts; I can't walk on water; I sit in traffic with everyone else on the freeway; I've had my fair share of bad days, hardships, heartaches, grief, parking tickets, sports injuries, and friendships gone awry. Nowhere in me exists perfection except for, perhaps, my ability to love, and retain an open heart despite how painful this life can be. I am an average person. It took me 6 years to finish my Bachelor's degree. I never learned Calculus. I don't have a license in Social Work or Ministry. I failed my driving test 3 times when I was 16.

I'm just a human being fumbling through this life as a Child of God. My only super power is turning a negative into a positive. I have cried every step of the way, trying to do my best, every day, to live an authentic life. I have given up many, many times. But somehow, I am still alive, and so I guess that means I am still trying, despite my many failures.

I could tell you exactly who and what God is, what is the nature of your soul, but you wouldn't believe me, so why try?

But oh, dear reader, I will always come back to this, for how can't I speak of my most beloved?

I guess I will just continue to practice Love in all of my ways. And do, as best as I can, whatever I can, to ease people's suffering, and not add to the disease of hatred in this world. I will trust first in God, the wild and fierce God of my heart, not in a religion. After God, I will trust in myself, and try not to concern myself with convincing anyone of anything. I will abandon any chance of deriving authority from religion or science, because I received my answer outside of these things, from my own heart. I was given the answer before I even had the questions to ask, and no other philosophy will replace that profound experience of becoming One with the Spirit.

So, lonely wanderer, empty child of faith, now what shall you do? Why not give it all to Me?

We cannot put our faith in our expectations of life. Maybe God has no purpose for me at all, other than living this life with Him. Perhaps it's just His gift to me, and nothing else, given freely out of Love, nothing asked in return. Even if that is so, I shall grieve, because this beautiful, profound Salvation--this deep and soulful spiritual life--will never be acknowledged by anyone besides God, and that truly is the divine joke of our brief existence. What I wish I could celebrate with you, my true birth, my true Self, will never be celebrated, and the joy of sharing this Love with the world will never be realized, and maybe no one will read this journal, and maybe I shall take this message to the grave.

And if I do, it shall be just another divine joke of life, that God came and walked among men, and no one cared to know.

The Sin of Pride

 Always, always, always, my sin is Pride.

Only God can make me bend. Only God can make me listen. I am hardheaded and stubborn. I affectionately call it "my Irish side."

While I am studying Vedanta and meditation at the Vedanta Center in Seattle, I am also part of a Bible class online. God sent me a Christian teacher by the name of Jinni to teach me the basics of Christianity in a series of one-on-one lessons. I have been to Church over the years and participated in many Bible studies, but she is representing a special series of classes that take new believers through the Bible, and introduces them to their relationship with Christ.

As you well know, I have been busy doing Our secret Work, which is not much of a secret on this blog. Last night, I was talking to Jesus in prayer. I asked him to show me in the Word my experience at 12, when I saw the Holy Spirit (The Self) connecting all things. It's important for the Work that I might explain it and justify it to other Christian believers, that they know we are connected in Christ.

Then today, Jinni took me on an unprecedented journey of discovery through the Bible. Cross-referencing several books in the Bible, she taught me about God's temple--how in the Old Testament, the Lord asked for a temple to be created for Joshua's God, and then, Solomon's temple in Jerusalem. And then, moving into the New Testament, she showed me where Jesus rebuilt the temple of Jerusalem in 3 days, because the temple was His body, where the spirit of the Lord dwelled. Moving the temple from the physical realm to the spiritual realm. And that the temple must be pure to receive the Holy Spirit.

Just like the building of a physical temple requires following an architect's pattern, so does building a spiritual temple, in which Wisdom becomes the architect. The spiritual temple of the body must be purified so that the Holy Spirit can dwell in you. Likewise, we know Jesus was real because he fulfilled a pattern--he fulfilled the prophecies made from the prophets before. 

I know that, through the vision of the Tree of Life given to me in 2015, God is also fulfilling a prophecy in Revelations. 

Now if only We can remind the world that all of the Earth is God's temple, and that by hording and polluting the Earth, we are destroying God's temple. 

Jesus was a far greater teacher than I shall ever be. I only hope to do a thimble of His great work upon this earth.

Heartwork and the Tree of Life

Falling away from God is how we grow. Coming close to God is how we heal.

It is God's design that we fall away and come close, over and over again. By continually falling and breaking, we lose parts of ourselves. We are forced to relinquish that which is immature and selfish. We are forced to release old, dead wood from our inner, spiritual tree so we can continually grow and mature toward the Light. 

Your soul is a seed growing into God.

And in fact, it is Light from which we came, so the whole Tree is inverted, but that will be the final stage of Your awakening, to see that Truth. That as we reach toward the Light, so the Light comes down to give us Life, in a continual cycle of rebirth and decay, until we understand that all things are the Light. That nothing can be born without it, and when we die, we simply return to it.

It is only here, in this heavy realm, the realm of Death, that we can learn the nature of God. In all the other realms of Heaven, God is too present, too magnanimous, for us to learn. We simply Are. Which is a beautiful and peaceful way to exist, but does not allow for creation, does not allow for reflection or growth. Here, in the heavy realm, in the roots, we are inside the engine of Creation. Only here, can the soul grow and become. Only here can we break the ego, crack the egg that gives us Life. Only here is there Time and the illusion of Death. Welcome to God's master class: the Creation.

The illusion of Death is God's masterpiece, for it is the illusion of Death that allows all things to grow.

See your faith like a tree. Inside each of us is a Tree of Life. The tree is your soul. The roots spread through the ground, rooting you to the earth, to the physical body, drawing upon the wisdom of life and death. All parts of you rooted in the physical world of Creation.

Your journey, from seed to sapling to redwood, is a journey of the soul to God. Through the growth of the inner tree, we come to know ourselves as parts of the divine, when our branches finally grow high enough to receive the Light. This metaphor is the experience of Enlightenment, or Salvation, or Perfection, or Liberation. In truth, all of these words simply mean becoming One with God's consciousness and the Spirit of Eternal Love.

In the same way that our internal life, our spiritual journey, is a Tree of Life, so is the make of our external world. All of Creation is a Tree of Life, because all of Creation is the soul of God. God's roots extend through everything, every being, every object, animate and inanimate. Her great body extends from the Crown of Creation, the Light of the Cosmos, through Time and atoms into the heaviness of a black hole. Her Love and Unity pervade all things.We are all connected as One in the Tree. This is why all of the laws of physics unify like instruments in a grand orchestra. This is why all parts of our life unify for the good of the soul. Everything is connected, from the largest planet in our solar system to the smallest grain of sand on a beach. Likewise, everything is connected from the deepest realm of your heart to the Heart that Creates All.

How does one explain to a fish that they swim in an ocean of water? In the same way, how can I explain to you that your consciousness swims in an ocean of God's soul? We are blind to it, until we are not. Raising our internal awareness away from destruction and division, towards love and unity, is the path to seeing this divine connection in all things. This path, this heartwork, is the path of perfecting the soul. Heartwork is the path of the peacemaker, and the true knowing of our Essence, our Self, our Source, which is God.