Author Archives: Arlene

Give No Thought

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You asked, and a swell of learning is unfolding for you in the gentlest way.  Gently, because you understand gentleness.  Your intrinsic nature is of the softness you always write about.  I speak of your True Nature, dear one; the one that breathes beyond the one you have come to think is yourself.  There is no need for you to go on believing in the artifice of time or of self.  It has caused you to weave yourself into a Being who isn’t meant to replace you, not even in a world of disbelief.

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.

Listen. Oh,Listen…

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Come here within, where the air is light and filled with a sweetness you thought you’d never find again.

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.

When I Think Well Of Myself

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Tiny rivulets from a sweet river form my Human heart, though I’ve been told this is not so. There is a place within me that holds pens and brushes and paints and inks for forming thoughts that can be seen and shared.  I am not alone when I go within and stay a while.  The serenity in my Heart lets me know that all is well and never will be otherwise.  This serenity is freedom, a place so joyful that it cannot be talked about only basked in and treasured as a sure place of refuge.

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.

The Love That Never Went Away

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There is a still breeze that moves the curtain on the window of my mind.  It is a nearly imperceptible movement made by a breath so fine that it seems it has not happened.  A breath so quiet, so small, so slight, so … not there.   At least, not there, to my human perception as I live it now.

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.

 

My Other World

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All around the room I live in are chairs waiting to be seen and used.  They are soft and have rounded corners, just right for rest and relaxation.  They don’t want to be anything other than what they are and they are proud to offer of themselves to me and to my needs throughout the day.  They were born for the times that bring pauses in clauses of livingness.

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.