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As I explore my mind I find strong medicine in simple things. Perhaps it isn't amazing, but I believe that Nurses are the embodiment of holiness. They bring compassion directly into being, and often struggle with the challenges of the system in order to do so. I have heard many stories of Nurses who suffer through so much paperwork and difficult relationships with doctors. Yet, day in day out they bring the gift of light to their patients, I find this a holy path.
I don't know if anyone has heard of him, but Alex Grey is opening up a temple about 20 miles north of New York City. COSM is the name of his great work, and his artwork is, to me a modern Davinci. His website is COSM.org.
I have just joined this site ........ I am looking forward to the sharing that will be held in what I feel is an energy of a sacred space. I feel very grateful to have found my way here!
In light of that feeling this is the Disscussion that I feel attracted to as a way of saying hello to all ........ by way of sharing a story .......... that was extremely holy for me ........ It's very simple......but it's power is strong ........ as the sweetness in it's feeling is held still vibrantly in my heart.
When I was a young mother and my youngest my son was 4yrs old, he and I were home alone on a rainy early summer day. We lived in an apartment on the third floor with that absolute must of apartment dwelling.....a balcony. I had all the curtains drawn open and while it was getting to be late afternoon I was in the adjoining kitchen cooking dinner while at the same time watching my son just gazing out the balcony door and looking at the sky. The sky was changing quickly as the storm clouds were on their way out and the clouds left in it's tail were swirling around in a mixture of dark and light. It was one of those dramatic living on the prairie days and the open sky was putting on a glorious display.
Now as I'm taking all of that beauty in and watching my son so mezmerized by it all and my mind is diverted back and forth from the task and hand and gift offered.
I hear my son ....... calling out as though he has just discovered something brand new and grand ......... "Mommy come here, mommy come here, mommy come! And so there I go ......... he pointed out and up into the sky ......... the vision was quite spectacular the sun was breaking through the clouds the contrast of the light and the dark clouds was creating a breautiful hue of light ....... and in the midst of it all was a double rainbow ....... one of which was vibrant in all the colors the other very soft and muted colors, very etheric.
I said to my son .......... "it looks so magical and beautiful doen't it" .......... His exact following words were .........
"Yes Mommy! ......"and I made it juuust for you"!
If that's not holy ........ then I truly don't know what holy is!
I guess my only problem thing with all this that bothers me... I have been kicked out of churches groups for being hard headed, and not necessarily following the light all the time. I am a questioner. I am a devil's advocate at times, and I like stiring things up a lot. So if I offend anyone here let me know truthfully, honestly. I mean what I say, and I don't try and sugar coat anything. I just wanted everyone to know this before getting involved in conversations. If you want an honest opinion from a realist, then I am the one who will give it from my point of view.
Having said all this;
My story of holiness. I have none. I believe that we are all a part of a greater puzzle. That's the simplist ideal I can give. I believe in reincarnation, not because of some metaphysical idea, but because I know I have been here before. Call it conceit, or whatever you wish. I am not a conceited man. Nor do I live by the ways in which conceit can destroy an individual. I know without a doubt that all of my other lives up unto this point have been very short, because I sacrificed myself each time for something greater than myself. Whether it was war, or being a slave trying to protect the slave owner's daughter, from him beating her. I was a tall drink of water then with massive hands. At any rate, many of you might think me crazy. These are the holy ramblings of a mad man, if that's the case. My wife and I have known each other throughout many lives. She was the plantation owner's daughter, and I ended up being hung, and she shot, because we weren't supposed to be together. So holiness is a subjective term. I am at one with who I am. I believe in science and certain philosophies, but I have a hard edged side that's been forged from being around a long time. Not in this life time either. I am only 31. I met a woman who recognized me from Atlantis. So who knows, maybe it's all true, or maybe it's a figment of my imagination, but these are my thoughts on my origins and my knowledge of past lives. I have had more, but I think this is sufficient for now.
I am not into the neo hippie idea either. I belive that world peace is going to take real work from people that have to put this into motion. I would love to believe it is possible, 46 and 2 and all that. We'll see.