The Straight and narrow way to Heaven,
Where angels bright and fair
Are singing to God's praise,
is found through constant secret prayer.
May my heart be turned to pray,
Pray in secret day by day,
That this boon to mortal given
May unite my soul with Heaven.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
We really cannot do anything alone Yet some effort must be our Own
We Must Take our own Steps Forward
As a family we have hiked often recently through the mountains. The terrain is up and down over rocks and roots and water sometimes very steep up and down to beautiful waterfalls and through awesome meadows. It takes energy and strength.
We had a cousins cabin day and most of the cousins were there. We went on a hike that started with ridding in the back of Grandpa’s truck and the proceeded hiking straight up the mountain. M was carring two year old J but 3 year Ch was holding his mother K’s hand and doing great hiking. After hiking steep up the mountain we arrived at the top not so steep meadow but were in open grass and flowers not on a road or trail just finding our own path. M put 2 year old J down to walk. We all had compassion and would have helped J. Yet he would only let his mother carry him, would allow no one else to help her and would not walk on his own. She put him down knowing that he could walk here but was refusing to do so. Rather preferring to cry and be carried. M put him down and walked on. The whole group about 15 of us walked on. It was an open meadow still uphill but we could really hear him and see him.
I do not know how he could scream so loud while walking up hill . Anyway it was precious to watch him coming along last hiking away. Each of us had compassion for him but knew he had refused our help. He was capable of hiking on his own which was now very evident as he was doing great. After quite a while maybe 20 minutes he allowed Big J and Kind Heart L to take his hand and stopped screaming. I was even allowed to take his hand and help him when we came to the steep down.
Val went ahead and got the rig and picked us up as we hit the drivable road.
Later in the day Val and I and M drove in the driveway as he was playing in the back yard at Fox Hunt. He saw Grandpa and both arms in the air run for the truck calling Grandpa Grandpa. They embraced and hugged and it was beautiful.
Carol Lynn Pearson describes this beautifully:
The Lesson
Yes, my fretting
Frowning child, I could cross
The room to you More easily.
But I’ve already
Learned to walk,
So I make you
Come to me.
As a family we have hiked often recently through the mountains. The terrain is up and down over rocks and roots and water sometimes very steep up and down to beautiful waterfalls and through awesome meadows. It takes energy and strength.
We had a cousins cabin day and most of the cousins were there. We went on a hike that started with ridding in the back of Grandpa’s truck and the proceeded hiking straight up the mountain. M was carring two year old J but 3 year Ch was holding his mother K’s hand and doing great hiking. After hiking steep up the mountain we arrived at the top not so steep meadow but were in open grass and flowers not on a road or trail just finding our own path. M put 2 year old J down to walk. We all had compassion and would have helped J. Yet he would only let his mother carry him, would allow no one else to help her and would not walk on his own. She put him down knowing that he could walk here but was refusing to do so. Rather preferring to cry and be carried. M put him down and walked on. The whole group about 15 of us walked on. It was an open meadow still uphill but we could really hear him and see him.
I do not know how he could scream so loud while walking up hill . Anyway it was precious to watch him coming along last hiking away. Each of us had compassion for him but knew he had refused our help. He was capable of hiking on his own which was now very evident as he was doing great. After quite a while maybe 20 minutes he allowed Big J and Kind Heart L to take his hand and stopped screaming. I was even allowed to take his hand and help him when we came to the steep down.
Val went ahead and got the rig and picked us up as we hit the drivable road.
Later in the day Val and I and M drove in the driveway as he was playing in the back yard at Fox Hunt. He saw Grandpa and both arms in the air run for the truck calling Grandpa Grandpa. They embraced and hugged and it was beautiful.
Carol Lynn Pearson describes this beautifully:
The Lesson
Yes, my fretting
Frowning child, I could cross
The room to you More easily.
But I’ve already
Learned to walk,
So I make you
Come to me.
Let go now-
There!
You see?
Oh, remember
This simple lesson,
Child,
And when
In later years
You cry out
With tight fists
And tears -
“Oh, help me,
God - please.” -
Just listen
And You’ll hear
A silent voice:
“I would, child,
I would, But it’s you,
Not I
Who needs to try
Godhood.”
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Divine Beings May we Become One of These
Aug 2, 2009 Sunday Morning
Apollonius of Tyana
from Mystics and Seers of All Ages by Reginald Merton
http://www.alchemylab.com/apollonius.htm
For him wisdom was "a sort of permanent state of inspiration." To attain that state, he prescribed chastity, a diet of herbs and fruit, and clothes as pure as the body and soul. Apollonius was a sincere man who labored to separate the spiritual essence of his being and unite it with the divine spirit. He ascribed an important role in this process to the imagination, using it as a path to self-development. He discerned in the smile on the face of a statue, the spirit that lies behind form. He regarded material things, the contour of a landscape, the color of rivers and of stars, the multiform earth, as the symbols of another, purer world, of which they were but the reflections.
"I shall continue to speak with you as though you were present," Sounds like Moroni From the book of Mormon Apollonius had said as he left his Indian masters. Was it their words that he heard at a distance or was it by divine inspiration that he received his great influx of wisdom? Even in Domitian's darkest dungeon, there was a moment when a certain fluidity in the atmosphere indicated the light of a mysterious inner dawn. The world grew more silent, the walls became thinner, and an inner voice, wise beyond time and matter, perhaps spoke to him thus:
"The greatest are those who never find their place, in times that are unpropitious to them. Nothing of the good that a man has done, and, more particularly, nothing of the good that he has thought, is lost, even if he is imprisoned or crucified for that good. But be not as the Hindu ascetic, who was unable to forget injustice. Because the words of the master Jesus will burn like a living flame deep into the hearts of Western humanity, you will be cursed and forgotten. You will be contrasted with him, and for centuries, pious men will speak of you as a juggler or a mountebank. But if you rise to the region where neither justice nor injustice exists, you will know that this is a matter of small importance. It will be necessary for you to share also Jesus' own sorrow, which is very great, for he has been a thousand times more misunderstood than you, a thousand times worse betrayed. Make ready to approach God on the day that is appointed in the Great Book without lettering. Then perhaps you will be crowned with the glory that you so ardently desired."
Apollonius of Tyana
from Mystics and Seers of All Ages by Reginald Merton
http://www.alchemylab.com/apollonius.htm
For him wisdom was "a sort of permanent state of inspiration." To attain that state, he prescribed chastity, a diet of herbs and fruit, and clothes as pure as the body and soul. Apollonius was a sincere man who labored to separate the spiritual essence of his being and unite it with the divine spirit. He ascribed an important role in this process to the imagination, using it as a path to self-development. He discerned in the smile on the face of a statue, the spirit that lies behind form. He regarded material things, the contour of a landscape, the color of rivers and of stars, the multiform earth, as the symbols of another, purer world, of which they were but the reflections.
"I shall continue to speak with you as though you were present," Sounds like Moroni From the book of Mormon Apollonius had said as he left his Indian masters. Was it their words that he heard at a distance or was it by divine inspiration that he received his great influx of wisdom? Even in Domitian's darkest dungeon, there was a moment when a certain fluidity in the atmosphere indicated the light of a mysterious inner dawn. The world grew more silent, the walls became thinner, and an inner voice, wise beyond time and matter, perhaps spoke to him thus:
"The greatest are those who never find their place, in times that are unpropitious to them. Nothing of the good that a man has done, and, more particularly, nothing of the good that he has thought, is lost, even if he is imprisoned or crucified for that good. But be not as the Hindu ascetic, who was unable to forget injustice. Because the words of the master Jesus will burn like a living flame deep into the hearts of Western humanity, you will be cursed and forgotten. You will be contrasted with him, and for centuries, pious men will speak of you as a juggler or a mountebank. But if you rise to the region where neither justice nor injustice exists, you will know that this is a matter of small importance. It will be necessary for you to share also Jesus' own sorrow, which is very great, for he has been a thousand times more misunderstood than you, a thousand times worse betrayed. Make ready to approach God on the day that is appointed in the Great Book without lettering. Then perhaps you will be crowned with the glory that you so ardently desired."
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