Be very still as you consider My loving words.  Even though you feel fear, you stand on a solid base of harmony that can transport you to higher ground.  Be still, try not to understand.  Try not to make true perception happen.  The energy in your soul is all about you and your world is full with wonders.  Try nothing for a while.  Do not seek to understand the truths heard from other people.  This information is often sound and serves those who need it, but it does not speak to your unique sensitivity.

Your carousel in this world is intact and sweetly spinning.  It holds steadfast to inner rhythms while the surface, where the mirror of the world seems to be, a clear and gentle face of optimism reveals your soul.  Be still, dear one, know that you are being led to quietness.  There are signs all about, that the Wind that blows through the trees to whisper hope, is fully present in your garden.

I stand quietly in my garden while a friendly wind comes friskily by, smiling and whistling a tune I have heard, but so long ago it feels as if it comes from another world, another time.  I know that I have come from another world, another time myself.  I know I have not always been like this, sitting upright in a chair putting fingertips to keys, watching what comes out of me.  What comes out surprises me … someone within me, it seems, wants to come out to play and tell of wonderful wonderful wonderful things.  Somewhere in me, I know of a forgotten Goodness.

I wonder who that someone can be!

I am told that this is… just dust!

But dust is undesirable, not quaint or even very nice.  There is ever so much of it in this world that one has to wonder at its purpose for being.  I just can’t believe it exists for the reason that it has no reason.  To my way of thinking this makes no sense: all things live!  Dust must be magical Stardust perceived by a cluttered mind!

I am walking in this night and have no agenda of my own, though it could be said that a walk on a beach is a sufficient end in itself.  So, I am walking, my hands in my sweater pockets holding onto the key of my house and finding my way through the darkness thanks to the glow of the moon who is my beloved in my inner world.

My walk on the beach this night is filled with enchantment.  I go to the place I started from long ago when I came to dream in this place with beaches and berries and clams.  It is hazardous to come here, for the wind is fierce and takes pleasure in tearing away the possessions most dear to one’s deepest sense of self.  One comes here, it appears, to be challenged, to find and devise clever ways to fool the wicked wind that is so determined to make one part with the essence of one’s being.

This looks like a treacherous world, filled with clever imps in the guise of wicked evildoers.  Follow your heart and stay the course of your dreams IF YOU CAN, for plenty will be the devises used to take you off your course and draw you away from your intention.  I have come to understand that the real nuisance is the one within who is drawn to these distractions.  If one is intelligent one would listen only to the wisdom of the true moon that resides within one’s inner sky.  This is the truly wise one, always awake, ready to steady the self and draw the tides inwardly, and let the self remain safe from the misery brought on by enticements of a meaningless sort.

There is such a moon in me, an eternal light that guides and whispers.  It is the lovely portion of cool sun that is mine to rely upon while traveling in a dream that needs a strong lantern’s light to get through the shadows of a world in doubt.  With it, I am equipped for anything and can handle the moment-by-moment journey with a guidance that keeps me sure-footed.

My quiet moon-filled inner reality is my own sweet portion of Infinity and is created out of what I myself feel life to be and what I myself have been created to express.  Surely, with this understanding in mind it is not necessary to find agreement with others.  They do not see my moon’s light and the beauties that are revealed in its glow.  It also appears they do not see their own, but I know it is there.

I have been here before, I know that what I see is what I am and this is sufficient for my happiness. I am a candle existing for Life’s brilliance.  I am, that It may shine.

I sit in the middle of the Wind’s house and the new becomes the newer and the bitter has gone from my mind and my heart.  The Snow that melts down from the higher realms is sustenance for my soul, and life’s blood for my veins.  All that the Universe is moves through me and animates me, and makes my life happen as if on purpose, but I know that I only dream this place I see as being all around me.

Yes, it is only a dream I dream, forming outer vistas from inner landscapes of polished floors holding dainty dancers that glide and do not believe they are making believe. They would have me join them in the making-believe but the Sun that was the day before has become the Moon of now, opening doorways cleared of cluttering fears.  I am fully alive, for I am Life.  And I tell myself the truth about illusion because my Realty, is Forever.

I wend my way inward and behold the Moon that glistens and sighs like a beating heart within the cave of my deepest self.

I am rusty now, having believed myself a human for far too long.  To be human is to live in a distant room containing layers of ancient thinking.

I listen for the faraway shore promising its healing rhythm to my heart’s knowing.  I listen for the cleverly disguised wisdom that lives in the deepest part of the oceans and wish it to come and settle in the shallow pool within my garden gate that I can drink from.  It will be splendid to have the return of the Being I once knew I was.

I am the one who wills to find the Light in the shadow.

You needn’t worry so about this. Nothing is of consequence to the peaceful mind that trusts in the nature of the Unchanging.  Be true to yourself and keep whispering the truth.  Make it your companion through time and it will carry you to the plains of serenity that keep the sky open and its freedom within reach.

The Human story is only about a dream.  Keep your mind in Heaven.

They are just like the lights that brighten my keyboard in this quiet moment that is just like the one before, but even sweeter for being new and fresh and full of possibilities. Don’t drag the past with you, I tell myself.  There is no reason to believe it brings anything worthwhile with it.  Life is a constant new beginning.

On this site, I’ve finally combined all my artwork news and information, and my special writing.  Much of what is happening with my work is brand new, and you will see that some of the projects are still unfolding.  The greeting cards and the APP, for example, have a page of their own but all you will get right now is my promise of things to come.

“DO YOU REMEMBER? Whispers From A Spiritual World, “ is my new book which will be available on Amazon shortly.  And there is another book to come some time after.  The APP is a wonderfully magical tale for young and all, and I am particularly excited about that.

EVERWITHIN is what I am calling my writing page because that is where those words are coming from–within–and is about another view of reality.  I think you’ll find a lot of yourself in watching me go through my own journey.  I’m happy to have you come along.  I don’t invite comments, but my email address is in CONTACT, I would be happy to hear from you. What a remarkable new world we have created to share with each other from our inner worlds.  So, welcome, welcome, to mine

Be

Let me speak these words you long to hear, dear.  Let me tell you that you are the Sun.  You are the Night that never closes the door to the light of Forevermore.  I am so close to you–I am you.  You are this and so much more. You are more than the fingers that touch an outer world that feels so real but is only brittle driftwood waiting to become dust.  What is lasting is within you.

You are love.  Too long have you confused what love is while the word is loudly bandied about in the marketplace outside your inner self.  Love is the quietness of Good rejoicing.  It is the cup that runneth over, the wind that carries you unbidden to your greatest happiness.  It is what you are–it is the thing never looked for, never sought, and never needed.  It is the very substance of your being in its wisest and deepest terms.  It is what never goes away.  It is the isness of being, the very nature of Nature–supreme and undaunted.  It is what can never be altered or threatened or lost.  It is the peace in the quiet, the song in the bird, the depth of the measure, the fullness of a chord.

Cry not for loss, there is no loss.  See within this moment a gentle Presence, your own self, whole and wholly with you.  Sense this now.  Nowhere is there a thing of jagged edges gaudily painted up and parading about for your agreement.  Sense what is really here in this ordinary moment that seems just like the one before.  See that the new, the possible, the fresh…the innocent, has come.

Be still, but not as you have understood it when obeying others.  Be still, as you understand only yourself. See that in you is the bridge to the World you think you see no more.  You need not prepare yourself in any way to hope, to reach.  It is in this moment of stillness that What Is will gather around your awareness–not when you look for it, but when you do not.  You can do so much more when you do so much less.

You are the Song that you cannot hear with your ear.  You are the Soundless that makes a melody of your life.  And you  are the rhapsody of Aliveness meant for expressing as you play at being human.

You are sacred.