Motivated By Spirit

There is a Teaching which says, “When the student is ready the teacher appears.”   Often times those teachers are disguised as cleaning women, hotel porters, small children, grocery store check out clerk, coworkers, or other such unassuming individuals.   When we pause to look at our interaction with those who cross our paths every day, we find a plethora of teachers, with wonderful gifts for us to share. The social consciousness tells us that learning comes from lectures, books, classrooms and certified teachers.   Recently it has became fashionable to have many letters following one's name before a person is given official permission to teach. We teach each other every day.   One such teacher was a very young woman who worked at the same temporary job I did. She behaved in a very angry manner. Sometimes she could hardly speak for fear of saying something angry which would cost her the job.   I had taken an active dislike to her.   I knew t...

Sometimes, the true purpose of events often are not known while the events are occurring.   Maturity brings as its very special gift a wider vision of events. This wider vision shows an inkling of the forces behind any particular event and the intentions those forces bring to bear on it. It is my strong belief that all occurrences happen at the behest of love . Every event in our lives is there is to show yet another face of love, which is all there is in the entire universe.   Now the universe is a big place.   Why only last week it was announced that another galaxy has been observed by the folks here on earth. They like to use the word 'discover', but that is not the truth. The galaxy was there whether or not humans knew of its existence. Thus the first observation of any phenomena may not be termed a discovery. Another of my pet peeves. But why this recent trip down memory lane. There must be something there for me to know. Something not "discovered...

Something is going on with me. First there was the active presence of my guides, known by the gentle warmth at the base of my skull. Then there was the stroll down the isles of my memories, starting with very early memories. Then there came the piece about missed opportunities. I know full well that every path is a choice.   My guides can appear to be very devious. When I am reluctant to look at any area, they circle around on seeming tangents, then take me right into what I must see for my greater growth.   I do trust those who guide me.   It took me years to admit that such beings exist. I used to be overly suspicious of those who claim to be working with guides. But now when their active presence is not felt, there is a type of void.   I have come to rely on the gentle pressure at the base of my skull to let me know of this presence. There is something that I must see and examine. That something concerns the work that I agreed to do this incarnati...

This morning has dawned with a poignant awareness of my guides.   It has been some time since I have felt their presence so strongly with me.   There have been many thoughts in my mind, including the life story of Vincent Van Gogh, who is one of my favorite painters, simply because he was the very first painter I read about.   I read his biography when I was perhaps fifteen and felt an attachment to him which went beyond the words that describe his life.   As I read about the various stages his life took, I actually saw him and he felt very familiar. I remember crying when the book told how he was so entranced, by the poor people among whom he lived, he cut off his ear to show his level of caring.   I remember my mother saying, if the book is making me that sad why don't I stop reading it. I could not.     Why did he come up for me this morning? What is the lesson folded within those memories for me to cull at this time, and thereby grow? ...