The Beauty of Blooms and Torment of Thorns

This post by Cristen is an excellent litmus for the health of our Lena and Judy. Check out the LJT page. When Lena and Judy are unhealthy, trapped in superstitious sky-God religion and live as if we are separated from the divine, status is evaluated based on circumstance. That was a mouthful. How about this… When we are trapped in religion that is based on separation we believe bad stuff happens to bad people because “God” hates bad people. We carry our sacrifices to the alter, like cavemen, to appease an angry God. Then everything is seen through that fallacy. Instead Trudy, our innermost self, our true self, is God’s manifestation on the earth. We are God, in a limited form, like in a dream trying to wake up. When we embrace this eternal truth we see the divine in the good and bad. In this reality, the divine reality, the need for good-bad assessments is non-reality. We don’t filter through the Judy fallen judgement paradigm. We are free to see “stuff happens” and we are in the middle of the stuff. Now our reaction to the stuff is our life lived not how the stuff is for or against us. So thorns are part of roses, big storms bring rainbows, sadness gives context to joy. We get to live a full life experiencing and consuming it all as one divine meal. This is what Cristen gives us in this post. I enjoy her insights as a gourmet meal that is more like desert for me. She is that good. Lance.

Journeys in Spirit

Source https://www.pinterest.com/LJPurringtonArt/ Image by Lucy Jane Purrington (click for source)

What things in life have soft petals without also having a few sharp thorns?  This is what makes life so very sweet, the chance to appreciate the complex mixtures and vacillating fusions between soft and sharp, tenderness and tearing.

Too often we instinctively pull back after our fingers are pricked, and we learn to fear the way they bleed.  Without realizing it, we begin to focus so much of our energy on avoiding the thorns that we never notice that we’ve only managed to bury the rose.

All things in life have the beauty of blooms and the torment of thorns; but only we get to decide what to do with that which we receive.  We could bury it all away and never have to worry about the sharpness of thorns – but what kind of life would that be?  To never…

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