I see a big moon in my sky this night.  I see a lovely rush of moonlight cover the Earth that outlines the mountains with a glow that makes them appear to be Christmas trees.  I see as far as Forever yet never leave the moment. 

I am standing on a small island in a sea of contentment.  I have a boat and the promise of a map that rewrites itself to the needs of the moment.  I have a Captain who never tires and knows the way through uncharted waters for he is the waters and the lands within them. 

I am surrounded by the beauty that I see within myself and the presence of the moreness that inhabits my Soul.  I am a soul — a quiet place to be where no adjustment to life is ever necessary; where all has already been done, and where the Sun is my own whisper of light and the Moon my glowing companion through the unknown but not unknowable.

There is nothing more to doubt, for the Wings that hold me aloft have not lost their power or the sun lost its give.  I am flexible in movement and sure-footed and free.  I am the wind and the sailor’s compass.  I am all of this and much, much more … for Life loves me.

Freedom is a reality bigger than this world.  It opens the vista of living.  It brings the soft, kind wind of imagination to move all things in the direction they want to go.  It is life. 

It is your life, dear one.  It stands underneath you, supporting you in the smallest, most complete way.  It is the song the Thrush in your heart sings to wake you in the morning.  It is the unfurling of your limbs that permits you to climb the highest mountain as if propelled by wings of mightiness.  Freedom has come with you into this dream.  It is by your side and under-girds you, protecting you from all confusion of spirit and mind.  Trust it, rely on it.  Believe in it. 

Act as if you do.

Enter your name in the sky that expands its Vastness beyond you, revealing the path of least resistance.  There is a road before you and all it does is open to what is yours and takes you to what belongs to you.

There is a reverie inside my head about another Place, another Way, and I start to wonder about so many things when I feel the call of the Great Being that moves the coverlet over the moon as the day reappears, new and full of promise.  The firelight that glowed all through the night warms away the winter chill of my human life and soon the rain comes merely to make a pattern of beauty and delight on my window pane. 

Yes, sometimes I see more deeply, sometimes I feel more truly, and then I love my little creature home nestled at the foot of the tender tree that overlooks this Earth filled with caring reminders of constancy.  My arrival in Goodness is assured for I have never left it.  I but dream I have.

Enter your name in the sky that expands its Vastness beyond you, revealing the path of least resistance.  There is a road before you and all it does is open to what is yours and takes you to what belongs to you, dear One. 

• Facebook • Twitter • RSS ]]> http://arlenegraston.com/2013/04/the-road-ahead/feed/ 0 http://arlenegraston.com/2013/04/our-journey/ http://arlenegraston.com/2013/04/our-journey/#comments Sat, 06 Apr 2013 12:30:53 +0000 Arlene http://arlenegraston.com/?p=2680 Continue reading → • Facebook • Twitter • RSS ]]> There are ripples in the night sky that look like indigo silk being pulled over the stars.  This is my thinking as it floats through Timelessness to create a new world.

There is music in the wind that comes from the hum in my heart that keeps reminding me that I am happy.  I take comfort in the stillness that dwells in my merry inner self.  I am embraced in a firefly’s wing.  I am small and eternal and vast and only this moment.  I am the center and the periphery and the light cast from the moon.  I am the sun’s shadow and the wall filled with climbing morning glory.  I am the promise made to me by the Love that animates only everything.

I am strong in my gentleness and wise in my joy.  I am a fool for tender things.  I am more than you know and more than I remember.  I am so much and it is all so simple.  I am the simplicity of placing one tiny foot in front of the other, following the brightly-lit stones that show me the path to take in the twinkling of EarthStars in an inverted sky.

I am the traveller who never leaves Home.  I see you are making the same journey.

You are the Soul of the moon that carries the night into the day.  You are the bearer of glad tidings from the depth of a perceived darkness that is full of Light.  You are the Poet that opposes nothing but is everything, for you see the Bell’s peal and you hear the Color’s swell while standing in the Gentle Rain that makes visible the Garden that never closed its gate.

Be very still, dear one, and you will know Who you are.  It is time.

You have become afraid of yourself.  You feel confusion in all your ways.  You have been worried about the Anger and think you must control it lest it destroy you and all the tender wonders within you.  You have feared that it can take away your truth, that it can obliterate the very essence of your being and never let out the tranquil life of truth.  But the Thing Within is indestructible, it cannot ever be harmed.  Your Human emotions cannot separate you from peace; trying to control them can appear to.

Listen carefully, you are not the Human story.  In believing you are, you attempt to control a sense of self that is not who you are.  You have relinquished the real life by focusing too much on the external and trying to overcome it.  As you let go of doing this, as you slowly give the outer world less and less consideration by not concerning yourself with getting it right, the new, that is from Forever, will flourish.  Give no thought for the thing you have created out there.  On it no hat can hang, it is of nothing made and has no desire of its own to own you or limit you.  You are limitless.   Be this one.

You have lost yourself in a dream of forgetting.  Remain by My side now as we enter your room, the one always waiting for you.  The one you never leave though you close your eyes and dream of faraway journeys that often cause you grief and worry.  But you are here with Me now.  We are one, you know.  Well, you do know.  You know and have the right to remember.  You can speak from the place of no words.  Try it, it is not forgotten in you.  You can do all the things that are true of life.  You can become what you have never stopped being.  You are the morning in a Sky that writes wonderful stories for the telling, and for the moment that wants to know itself.

You are not a body, dear one.  You have not acquired a separated self that needs coddling and reassuring.  You have never gone, can never go, where life does not exist … it is a cosmic impossibility.  It is funny that you think you can.  But then, you think many funny things, and they do not serve you well or bring you the happiness that it is your true nature to feel.

You like it here with Me, don’t you?  It is safe and warm with these things of the heart.  There are no rules or rulers here.  No climbing the stairs to see above the clouds.  You needn’t wait for the new to come; it unfolds to reveal what has always been, even if you’ve never seen that incarnation of it before.  It is playful this world that keeps changing coats and slippers to appear one thing and then another, and then all over again but differently.  You get caught up in the differentness and think it is somehow significant, but it isn’t, it’s always just us, you and Me, playing around, being what we are: creative.

But, refuge from what?  There is none but goodness to be found.  Refuge, it would seem, from one’s own thoughts and attitudes and beliefs.  There is no life but the Self and the playful many, many little selves that are but one in Oneness.  There is no world to resist and hold at bay as if one could be entered into unbidden and depleted of stores and staples.  There is no world that can come and harm, save the thinker thinking harshly upon the self and ordering a hard day into existence.

Yes, within me is an Oasis that holds continents of possibilities and lands filled with breathtaking beauties and goodnesses.  Out of a seeming nothing is the something born. Out of sleep is the dream created.  I go within to find the gentle self and bring forth the new and entirely true.

The night is filled with Stars.  Come, let’s go stand among them.

How lovely to know that there is Something extraordinary that passes beyond my gaze and I do not perceive it.  It permits the Kingdom of Heaven to exist while I look at a world in discord.  Do not show yourself to me, Gentlest Ruffle of Them All.  Do not draw my human eyes to see you.   You are so silent and so nearly not there that I allow myself to believe you don’t exist.

Yet, you do exist, and because you do, though I do not see you, you are a promise in my life, in my world, and I will find you, perhaps when I am not looking too carefully or seeking too hard.  Now, won’t that be a wonderful thing!

Oh, very, very Quiet Thing, how can I know you when I strain so.

I like the chairs that live in the room of my inner house.  I like the chairs that hold my hopes and keep my dreams from getting tired.  I like myself when sitting in one of my chairs knowing that it waited for me while I spent time visiting that most remarkable of spinning planets. The two of us are filled with amazement at the kind of tales I tell of it.

No, I am never alone, in my other world.  I am filled with friendliness of many kinds.