I Was Struck

The other morning, reading the Lesson for the day, 71, Only God’s plan for salvation will work, ideas started pouring in about how thoughts come to mind that lead to creative expression.  I grabbed my notebook and recorded in thoughts as they came in.

I Was Struck

 “One winter morning I was struck by the beautiful graphic quality of our oak trees and bare branches.  I set up my easel in front of the window, which framed this composition, Winter Morning Trees.”  Nancy Cox.

. . .I was STRUCK by. . . 

Turning a phrase into blank verse

Father, please help me see

how You are manifesting through me.

Fa ther, please help me see

how You are man i fest ing through me.

FA ther,/ please HELP/ me SEE/

how YOU/ are MAN/ i FEST ing/ through ME./

It came to me to say.

Give us this day our holy bread.

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.

Insertion of light

Alignment

Attune

Resonate

Frequency

Vibration

The issue here is to discuss what it means to be aligned to a Christ vibration in a body that walks around and encounters other bodies in frequency.  “(I Am Word”, channeled by Paul Selig.)

Receptivity

Lesson 49, God’s Voice speaks to me all through the day.

from today’s Lesson 71, Only God’s plan for salvation will work:

What would You have e do?

Where would You have me go?

What would you have me say, and to whom? (11)

Give Him full CHARGE of the rest of the practice period, and let Him tell you what needs to be done by you in His plan for your salvation.  He will answer you in proportion to your willingness to hear His Voice. (Lesson 71.12)

The world is CHARGED with the grandeur of God.

God’s Grandeur

Gerar Manley Hopkins (1844.1889)

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;

    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil

Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;

    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;

    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil

Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;

    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

And though the last lights off the black West went

    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent

    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

from “The Impersonal Life,” channeled by Joseph Brenner.

I have been with you always, but you did not know it.

I have purposely led you through the Wilderness of books and teachings, of religious and philosophies, keeping ever before your Soul’s eyes the vision of the Promised Land; feeding you with the mana of the Desert, that you might remember and value and long for the Bread of the Spirit.

Now I have brought you to the river Jordan that separates you from your Divine heritage.

Now the time has come for you consciously to know Me; the time has come for you to cross over into Canaan, the land of Milk and Honey.

Are you ready?

Do you want to go?

Then follow this My Word, which is the Ark of My Covenant, and you shall go over dry shod. 

BE STILL AND KNOW.

For me, when I am struck, I grab a notebook and a pen, not an easel and a brush, sit before the window and compose a Haiku:

A gray evening sky
latticed with dark black branches
a bird lands, branch bobs