Living Water
I want living water. What does that mean? It means that I must bring my own consciousness to every experience that I have. Nothing less will do any longer. There comes a time on the path when the call for living water is finally understood. It means I must allow God to be in me as me. This is not without a price. It comes with the loss of everything that is keeping you dead, or half-dead to the living reality of who you are.
There are many ways to keep drinking everything but living water. There are many ways to avoid looking at Christ in our own consciousness. If we looked correctly, we would have to follow the teachings of every awakened being that ever walked the earth. Each has said, in one way or another, “You are it.”
I can no longer ignore my own divinity because someone has a degree, a class or a book. I can no longer push down my desire to serve truth. I can no longer go in disguise as someone who is not devoted to truth. No, I must stand up and be counted in my own consciousness.
The mystery must be engaged fully. A great silence forms around these words as I write them. It is the silence of completion...of claiming my own part in the puzzle of life. The last piece was me.
Vicki Woodyard, http://www.bobwoodyard.com
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
No Third Choice
I have uploaded a new MP3 called No Third Choice on Audio. What’s going through your mind these days? Chances are it’s negative, limited and painful. I can say that because all personal thinking is. If you doubt it, spend a day watching your thoughts as they come and go, taking you with them. They are not taking you to enlightenment but to enfrightenment.
I spend a good bit of time in the silence and believe you me, there is nothing as opposite to ego-centered thought as silence. Apparently, silence has no problems ;)
I have uploaded a new MP3 called No Third Choice on Audio. What’s going through your mind these days? Chances are it’s negative, limited and painful. I can say that because all personal thinking is. If you doubt it, spend a day watching your thoughts as they come and go, taking you with them. They are not taking you to enlightenment but to enfrightenment.
I spend a good bit of time in the silence and believe you me, there is nothing as opposite to ego-centered thought as silence. Apparently, silence has no problems ;)
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
In The Sorrowful Hour
No matter how one may have felt about Michael Jackson, watching the memorial service opened one’s heart chakra to an amazing degree...not unlike the service for Princess Diana. It is easy to see why.
In the sorrowful hour that we all face sooner or later, when a loved one has left the body, we face ourselves empty and alone. Tears fall and strangely enough, we are rendered kinder than we might have thought possible. Forgiveness rains onto the hard earth of the human heart. We need this.
Our culture does not know how to mourn; there is no tribal ritual until someone as famous as a Princess Diana or a Michael Jackson or an Elvis Presley dies. Then we unite via satellite hookups to shed virtual tears together. Strangely, they plop down our living human cheeks, and this is a good thing. A good thing indeed.
I don’t know what I thought about Michael Jackson and it doesn’t matter. What does matter is that I am a human living on this earth. Whoever takes us one step closer to each other is helping to heal the planet.
Our nature and our destiny are one. We are made of paradox and stardust. We rise and fall like waves and in rejoining the sea, there is somehow an exultation tied in with the tears.
Vicki Woodyard
No matter how one may have felt about Michael Jackson, watching the memorial service opened one’s heart chakra to an amazing degree...not unlike the service for Princess Diana. It is easy to see why.
In the sorrowful hour that we all face sooner or later, when a loved one has left the body, we face ourselves empty and alone. Tears fall and strangely enough, we are rendered kinder than we might have thought possible. Forgiveness rains onto the hard earth of the human heart. We need this.
Our culture does not know how to mourn; there is no tribal ritual until someone as famous as a Princess Diana or a Michael Jackson or an Elvis Presley dies. Then we unite via satellite hookups to shed virtual tears together. Strangely, they plop down our living human cheeks, and this is a good thing. A good thing indeed.
I don’t know what I thought about Michael Jackson and it doesn’t matter. What does matter is that I am a human living on this earth. Whoever takes us one step closer to each other is helping to heal the planet.
Our nature and our destiny are one. We are made of paradox and stardust. We rise and fall like waves and in rejoining the sea, there is somehow an exultation tied in with the tears.
Vicki Woodyard
Thursday, July 02, 2009
By the Jugular
The piece below was inspired by this comment from Miriam Louisa (This Unlit Light)
“I have followed your work for some years - your writing in particular. It gets me by the jugular. I love the directness, the honesty, the humour.”
By the Jugular
The first time God got me by the jugular it was about my youngest child, my daughter. Seems He wanted me to give her back-soon. Tried for three years to keep her, but in the end it was His Call.
The second time it was about my husband, my mate of 38 years. Same vein, same reason. This time the trying went on for four and a half years, but in the end...time stood no chance against eternity.
These days I am aware that He is there with me, closer than my neck vein, as someone wrote. He wants me and He wants me now. Seems that was always what it was about. He is indeed The Hound of Heaven.
Why do I keep writing? Every now and then a vagrant wanders by and reads what I have written and it seems to make them remember something they have forgotten...that to be moved by the spirit one descends into the darkness so that he can look up at the stars.
The piece below was inspired by this comment from Miriam Louisa (This Unlit Light)
“I have followed your work for some years - your writing in particular. It gets me by the jugular. I love the directness, the honesty, the humour.”
By the Jugular
The first time God got me by the jugular it was about my youngest child, my daughter. Seems He wanted me to give her back-soon. Tried for three years to keep her, but in the end it was His Call.
The second time it was about my husband, my mate of 38 years. Same vein, same reason. This time the trying went on for four and a half years, but in the end...time stood no chance against eternity.
These days I am aware that He is there with me, closer than my neck vein, as someone wrote. He wants me and He wants me now. Seems that was always what it was about. He is indeed The Hound of Heaven.
Why do I keep writing? Every now and then a vagrant wanders by and reads what I have written and it seems to make them remember something they have forgotten...that to be moved by the spirit one descends into the darkness so that he can look up at the stars.
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