Chatz how many of us each day and in every minute in each day, and in every instant that each minute holds still relive that first instant when terror first took the place of love. And so you die every day to to live again, until you cross the gap betwen the past and present, which is not a real gap anyhow.
Such is each life a seeming interval between birth and death, recalling our first terror of separation from our Mother, painfully and powerfully thrust down the strongly contracting birth canal out of security a world of warm water into a world of bright lights, strange sounds and total isolation.
Finding you are no longer in the creation of Gen.1 which is out of water, but in the formation of dust of Gen,2 with a new God the Lord God that can strike utter terror in all who do not obey him...and so the nameless spirit of man becoming a formation of dust......... becomes named and then names all around to confirm his own separate identity.
Over and over we unconsciously relive this experience, so each fragmentary NOW we hang onto not accepting it is already gone, that is the moment we became first conscious of it. Our whole life then becomes like a hallway of mirrors with fleeting images distorted by the contours of our fears as we run down it's passageways............we live in the images of our mind. That is why your wife is the way she is and also the way we ex-peebs are, may I suggest.
The reality is that perhaps one day forgiveness comes and you both forgive the whole of your past and let it go. For you have passed on and gone through heavens open door. For you have reached the end of your ancient journey, and not quite realising it is already over "it is finished". Yet we are still worn and tired, and the wilderness's dust is still clouding your eyes and keeps you blind.
Yet only a little veil of dust stands between you and those you have left behind. Blow Wholly Spirit on it lightly and with happy laughter this veil of separation will blow away. And we shall all together walk into the Garden Love has made for us.
Such is each life a seeming interval between birth and death, recalling our first terror of separation from our Mother, painfully and powerfully thrust down the strongly contracting birth canal out of security a world of warm water into a world of bright lights, strange sounds and total isolation.
Finding you are no longer in the creation of Gen.1 which is out of water, but in the formation of dust of Gen,2 with a new God the Lord God that can strike utter terror in all who do not obey him...and so the nameless spirit of man becoming a formation of dust......... becomes named and then names all around to confirm his own separate identity.
Over and over we unconsciously relive this experience, so each fragmentary NOW we hang onto not accepting it is already gone, that is the moment we became first conscious of it. Our whole life then becomes like a hallway of mirrors with fleeting images distorted by the contours of our fears as we run down it's passageways............we live in the images of our mind. That is why your wife is the way she is and also the way we ex-peebs are, may I suggest.
The reality is that perhaps one day forgiveness comes and you both forgive the whole of your past and let it go. For you have passed on and gone through heavens open door. For you have reached the end of your ancient journey, and not quite realising it is already over "it is finished". Yet we are still worn and tired, and the wilderness's dust is still clouding your eyes and keeps you blind.
Yet only a little veil of dust stands between you and those you have left behind. Blow Wholly Spirit on it lightly and with happy laughter this veil of separation will blow away. And we shall all together walk into the Garden Love has made for us.
