Showing posts with label Anthropomorphic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anthropomorphic. Show all posts

1.10.2012

Listen Here

Do you think everything has a voice?
Cabinets, carpets, trees, a house's face. The bible says the rocks cry out.
Do you think anything can speak?
I imagine that everything has something to say, people waste their voices, but assuming every object has a purpose, what better way for that purpose be illuminated than for the very steward of that purpose to talk about it? I'm not saying I want to chat with a lampstand. If my purpose is to live and grow thicker, bolder, and more colorful (in Life) here, then I can grow. The same way a detective can read and perceive a truth and move with his gut in pursuit of his end, perhaps if we learned to listen in a new way, we could never be without sustenance, purpose, and innovation. I see the perceiving of these sounds as a stillness of the soul, like a pool which grows in content and depth when a thing is deposited in it. If your pool is rocky, you won't notice anything else coming at you because it's lost in the ruckus. But if you're quiet in spirit, the sounds and ripples will give the thing away. Things are slipping into your pool every day; do you know it?

Either objects are given a voice or someone is speaking through them. The voice is speaking of experience, life and direction, or lamenting its fear, destruction, and sadness. Who's speaking where and to what end? If Expansion is speaking, then I am illuminated and so I grow. If close-mindedness is speaking, I'm held down and hate it, but think myself safe. What will I hear of? I lean less on the lesser voice because I have been shown it's not prosperous, though at one point I thought it was.
My faith isn't airy-fairy (my new catch-all term for a sort of hippie reception - indiscriminate might be more appropriate), it's expanding to perceive more of god and life. I've been stuck in a mindset so I wouldn't move but God's endlessly expanding and moving, so I must learn to move like a greased wheel.
Life as energy. Given that everything in a room has energy (a temperature, a flammable mass, nutrients for things to grow in), then the energy of god is thrumming through all things. Sedentary, propelled, wet, hot, or mangy, he's close and literally coursing all around me - through me ... he is me. I am God. This is the oneness that all wise people speak of: the immersion of the self, thoughts, actions, emotions, all life, into a giant pool of consciousness where all things are shared and true and Justice is equal for everything. Step into the pool and be healed because everything in it is whole.

In life, Christianity for the most part sees do's and dont's and doesn't care to pursue a higher life. Many of them look for a better way because the seed within them hopes (earnestly expects) for consummation with the spirit, but their vision is limited because they are interested only in what they have and what comes next.  They're not present. Hippies perceive the life of spirit and move in it but do not submit to the structure and clarity that gives our life here.Though more easygoing than most Christians, (I'm generalizing) they have few boundaries and aren't lawful enough in their pursuit. God is balance - all love and all direction, where direction is the law of his word. He is missed when the law gets heavy, because there's nothing heavy about Life and Grace and Peace. You can't keep the law, you can observe and maintain it to the best of your ability. From there you grow. You're not expected to keep it; he hopes you'll look for increase because the law is a way providing clarity in a mess of detail and circumstance. It declares the simple truth when a bevy of other cries bombard you with other justified and less true truths. So just be you. Don't put on, or lie, beat around the bush, or water things down. Bring it out like it's moving in you - anger, frustration, uproarious joy. Or don't. They're only circumstances, and if we're truly in God, then the people who get offended right out of my life aren't partaking of the grace that I'm learning to drink of.
It's about being present and growing up and down, side to side, glory to glory, because God just keeps on raining down.  He dwells outside of time and we get hitched up in it. I won't lament for the person who'll be leaving in a month because I have them now. If it comes down to it I can call, email, skype, facebook, or let the world know with a tweet that I miss their body and am glad they're somewhere they need to be right now.
There's no distance in spirit anyhow. Pray for me, and your desire for my presence will be lessened because we're in the same pool. So I'm grateful for everything roundabout me and all the inner workings of the spirit. I am empowered to move in Grace, because God has propelled me into my next steps and those are never without Christ.
This is all about receiving, the willingness to open up to whatever might be higher and better than myself. I am closed when I think I'm good just as I am. I am good, and whole, and if secure in this state I'm prohibiting my expansion of self into something I haven't yet perceived. There are two levels here: the natural and the spiritual. In the natural, my steadfastness is a planted-feet I've-come-this-far-and-so-am-strong mentality. In the spiritual realm, this security is founded in the Lord and instead of digging in to stop something I am able to stand and receive whatever will stick. Receive of whatever comes at you and be sure the Lord will sort it out. We dedicate so much energy to determining what we'll receive that we waste ourselves and staunch our growth because we think we know exactly what we need. I don't know how God looks. My faith is growing that he approaches me in a multitude of ways I haven't yet seen, considered, or been open to.
So if the walls start speaking to me of life, I won't be surprised.