Motivated By Spirit

Returning to the process, I encountered the below paragraph while editing the manuscript for A Second Slice. I thought it most appropriate for today's offering.    When we attain the critical mass of those who answer the call and are consciously returning home; the entire population of the planet will vibrate to the resonance of the call. The Transformation, which is now a hope, will become the reality of this planet. I firmly believe that the moment is not too far away. I feel such a stirring within my own being; there are times when the excitement of the accelerated movement toward the light is so strong; I can hardly contain myself. I want to sing, dance, shout, laugh, cry, holler, prance and general express the most sublime exuberance I have every expressed. We are going home! The echo is heard to the outermost reaches of planet earth; all life on this planet is in a state of joy. Humanity holds the key to this grand moment. We are the keepers of the flame of transcen

On my way to church this morning, the radio was tuned to public radio. As is usually the case on Sunday mornings they were re-broadcasting Prairie Home Companion . Garrison Keillor said he was going to do a hymn. He sang one of my favorite hymns from my youth set to a rather jazzy beat. The familiar words brought me to a new and different place. I heard those words with ears honed by years of metaphysical study. I melted at the thought that the love which formed me will not let me go. Indeed cannot let me go as I am a part of what it is. O Love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in thee; I give thee back the life I owe, That in thine ocean depths its flow May richer, fuller be. George Matheson   This love created me for the joy of experiencing through me, and as me. I cannot ever be separated from this all pervading love. Neither can you my friend. We flow in this love as a stream in the ocean. We are distinct but never apart from this great ocean of l

Today’s offering is an excerpt from my book (now out of   print) Slices. "This morning the coffee pot died. I laid there after setting it up and there was no gurgle, gurgle. I was not awake enough to make the silence important; so I dozed some more. Then stirring, I went for the eye opener; that warm, bracing jolt I received each day from the caffeine and sugar. Oh yes, I use sugar! There was a small amount of appeared to be mud at the bottom of the pot; it was cold. The coffee pot had died! Its death was not foretold by any noticeable illness. It had worked fine yesterday; matter of fact, yesterday’s coffee was particularly good. It displayed signs of extreme health yesterday, then today it died; leaving me to open my eyes some other way. On my home from the temporary job, I stopped at the thrift shop seeking a used coffee pot; because the other way of opening my eyes is not my preference. They had several yesterday, the smiling lady behind the counter told me; but

"Before now I would be constrained to ignore such a small change; look for signs and portents in more acceptable ways. But the same source for the above information concerning spacial perception, went on to insist that if we wish to experience more of the manifestations of the invisible life within our experience; we must honor the small and seemingly insignificant ." That quote is  taken from The Second Slice.   As you may know by now, I am in the throes of preparing The Second Slice for publication. It is almost ready. The delay has been due entirely to my constant dallying and frittering away of the time I ought to be spending doing the work. I wondered why I was so very reluctant to commit to the project. I have issues. Well know this I am addressing my issues and the Holy Light within me is enabling me to work through those issues and stand in the creativity of which I am perfectly capable. The small change mentioned in the quote concerns spacial perception. Some