I woke up this morning with such a feeling of gratitude that I am alive, in a perfectly wonderful body, able to watch an incredible unfolding of events, and participate in a change of worlds. I know there are people who feel like they don’t belong in 3D, where there is pain, and inhumanity. It feels so abusive, and they dream of going ‘home’. I understand the longing, but I’m not into the idea that home is somewhere other than where I am.
I’m at home within my universe, acknowledging this journey as the ultimate experience. Where else would I want to be? Now, people might say that none of this experience is reality. That’s fine. If I’m an actor on the stage, then I’m putting my heart and soul into the play. This play is where the action is.
Like most of us, I have read the various versions of how this world ends and begins anew, but I haven’t seen it through inner vision. So it is a comfort to re-read Stuart Wilde’s words, offered a few years ago: “I was shown how it ends. I was very honored to see that. It was a happy ending, very clean. I understood why the meek inherit the earth, it made me cry for joy. They deserve it. It is all in a divine order, trust.”
Let’s get into this by first asking, who are the meek? We can look at various people around the world, but I’m pretty sure ‘meekness’ is not on the surface. Searching through the dictionaries, I find that ‘meek’ points to persons who are patient under suffering, teachable, righteous and humble, restraining their own power so as to allow room for others… and doing it by their very nature.
One of the dictionaries even mentions enduring injury with patience and without resentment. What would enable a person to endure like that, without resentment? I’m thinking a great deal of faith, and trust… in something holy and eternal.
I actually set out today to talk about faith and trust. Seems like two ways of being that are not recognized as virtuous anymore, in fact they’re almost embarrassing words, associated with dogmatic religious faith, or naïve reliance on things not worthy; trust sure to be disappointed.
Maybe we’re just a bit jaded by experience. We know too well the arrogant, the profoundly skillful liars and controllers of us, the dead-hearted who have left their humanity, if they ever had it. We can watch and see their faces, and recognize the crimes written in their eyes and on their lips, and it seems we are quite powerless to affect them.
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