Author Archives: Arlene

Only The Dreamer

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A Deep and Natural light lives in the recesses hidden from my view.  I go through a jungle of thoughts that hold me stranded in a world that seems so real—though I am, in truth, only the dreamer of this world.

I dream and find brambles made from worries at my feet and the path before me is obscured by my darkened view.  I tread with uncertainty and head for distant hills hoping that the way will clear and the day come before my fears take hold of me and turn me in more wrong directions.  There is a bit of Moon showing through the forest that has sprung around me from the troubled thoughts in my mind.  There are serpents clinging to the branches moving the leaves in such a way as to permit their sighs to sound like song.  I’ve become enthralled to “something” outside myself.

And yet, and yet, there are picture windows in the middle of the night that open onto a Daylight that allows the soul that is asleep to awaken and look again.  There is on the horizon a little bit of Sun left over from a hopefulness believed in long ago. Yes, there is always hope in the air.

I am walking and wondering what purpose this journey is based on.  The outer commands seem loud and intrusive and the sound coming from the grief in others makes the peace and quiet that still comes from within me, hard to hear.  How does one turn away and listen to the sweet Nothing?  How does one do that?  There must be a way to stay peaceful where peace is not believed in.  There must be a way to view the origin of life through the filtered illusion if time.

And to think, and to think—this time thing is not real—for, Dreamer that I am—I am only its creator.

Be Less Obedient

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Be less obedient to the world, murmured my Soul.

Hear within you all that is needed and sufficient. Receive with an expectant heart the gift of My presence and express it to yourself.  Your trust in Me, by means of your trust in yourself, will carry you to the desired lands and to the depths of understanding that you have been calling out for.  See how the words being uttered here open your feelings of gladness.  This internal dialogue between us is real and more significant than any other in your outer world.  You are the means and, I, am the Self.

You do not need the agreement of the world.  You do not need the permission of the world.  You do not need the understanding of the world.  In Me, you will not be alone and lonely as you stand apart from the activities that formulate a world that seems real and significant, but is not that to you.

I am the very flooring of your house and I am strong and everlasting.  You can stand on Me and let the magnificence that cannot be seen with eyes transport each moment beyond the obvious.  You desire this.  You deserve this.  You are worthy of this.  It is your calling to receive this from yourself and it matters not that you lost sight of it, for in having lost sight of it, you better understand its true value and you see how, by its nature, it can so quickly become invisible in this world.

You have done nothing to diminish Me in you.  Only your self-doubt has accomplished painful things that trouble you.  You are not to make the world a happy place.  It doesn’t need happiness.  The world is not a place.  The purpose of life is not outer construct.  Its only activity is expression.  Not outcome.  You know this; be at peace with your knowing and don’t attempt to form a consensus with others about this.  Say nothing.  You only move an empty wind when using language.  Do your work quietly and trust that what that has yet to come into focus on the path before you—will be made manifest out of gentle and expectant unconcern.

The Child I Am

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I am a gifted child.

I am the current from a vast Ocean of possibilities and in me is revealed a harmony of native spirit that causes the Moon to dance in an orbit of enchantment. I am the one who spins the Spheres into perfect revolutionand the Stars contain this performance as only they know how to do.

I am a happy child.

I live in make-believe at all times.  This Earthly bit is a challenge, appearing to take itself so seriously.  It is hard to believe that there is any part of the Infinite that could ever lose its perspective and create a place like this, but there you have it: make-believe, as I said.

I am at present in a dream where the dreamers think themselves what they are not.  I know better and am glad I am supported by my inner world to remember at all times a truer clime of expression.  I cannot forget what is real, for I am what is real as I am Breathed into being.

And–look again!–I am not alone in this elegant trueness of self.