Interestingly enough, books that people have been recommending to me lately have explained something I always wondered about: why didn't the Jews (the ones who chose not to follow Christ) believe that Christ was the Messiah? According to Eric Metaxas (Everything You Always Wanted to Know About God (but were afraid to ask)), the Jews had believed the Messiah would overthrow the Romans and return them to their original Sovereignty during the throne of David. ... and (added by Jodi Piccoult, Change of Heart) the Messiah should be decidedly "HUMAN." The ancient prophecies say that the Messiah was not only to return the Jewish state to the throne of David, but that he would also raise up (resurrect) ALL the Dead (WHY ON EARTH he would WANT to do that is BEYOND my understanding right now -- Oye ve!) and usher in a time of great peace. The Christ, (a spiritual master who was not Jesus) took over the body of Jesus around age 12, and did NOT create a political/military revolt and oust the Romans ... and then he died, so that eliminated him from fulfilling the prophecy.
Ok, now I have a new level of understanding. So , THEN, my question becomes ... why did the Jews who chose to believe Jesus was the Messiah -- BELIEVE in him? I'm told this has everything to do with his resurrection. But the RESURRECTION was supposed to occur for ALL THE DEAD, according to the ancient prophecy. And if he didn't succeed in ousting the Romans or ushering in a time of Great Peace, WHY did people espouse his ways? I believe this has to do with the fact that he was attempting to reform the actual spiritual, mystical, inner transformative processes of Judaism, and THAT is what the people who ended up following him were after. (Feel free to comment, respond, add to the discussion, please, in the name of illumination.)
Showing posts with label mysticism. Show all posts
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Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Quantum Angels
kathrynshakti@yahoo.com
Ok, so riding on the back of a touring bike for 900 miles, one has a lot of time to think. Here's what I was thinking about while riding from New York to Michigan: I believe in angels. I KNOW without a doubt (due to personal life experience) that they exist, and I don't care whether anyone agrees with this, or thinks I'm insane for believing this, so let's get on with this treatise.
Never having ridden on the back of a motorcycle before, I was seriously concerned with my mortality as I found myself flying past rigs at 75 mph on the highway while winds from all directions were acting as a battering ram on my body. Praying to my angels for protection, my mind drifted, and I wondered how it was possible that angels could hear the prayers or ministrations of everyone on the planet at the same time.
I believe in the idea of parallel realities: that I exist in an infinity of realities simultaneously. But, as far as I know, I am only able to be aware of one reality at a time. Or, is that true? I tried to break it down: how many realities can I be aware of at one time? I was aware of the physical reality whizzing past me: the cold wind, the smells, the sights, but I was also aware of my internal reality which was attempting to get inside the experience of the angels - a first for me. Usually, I ask them for help or guidance, but this was the first time I contemplated THEIR consciousness. (If I am contemplating their consciousness, does this bring me closer to them? Does this musing about them make me more like them? Am I possibly an "earth angel? Are there different "genres" of angels living on earth disguised as humans?
How is it that angels are able to be aware of all of us at the same time? And why do I assume that's true? Modern physics (quantum mechanics) says that if we were able to be conscious of all realities at the same time, we would know all there is to know. I have concluded that the angels must have this ability - to be conscious of all the possible realities simultaneously. HOW do they do it? And WHY are THEY able to do it, while I am unable to? What did they DO to RATE, to be 'worthy' of this superpower? Fred Alan Wolf says in "Taking the Quantum Leap," that to get to any other branch of the multiple-branching reality one just has to "become aware of what you want to do. From any branch there is a pathway leading to any other branch. Time is all you need, and time is all you really have to work with." Is this what the angels do? Do they make a conscious decision to tune into one frequency of light over the other frequencies in order to answer prayers? Do they have to specifically choose to give attention to my particular vibration in order to help me, or are they able to receive and respond to all frequencies at one time? Do they give general injections, or infusions, of light to humanity and make this available to the whole world at once? And if so, is it then up to each one of us to tune into that available energy individually? Or do they only become actively involved when they are actually called upon? I wonder how many people on this planet regularly call on the angels as often as I do? Do they find my pleas for assistance annoying, or is it their purpose to be of service? Do the angels make decisions on who to help by determining who actually has the greatest need in the moment? -- My thoughts are just ... spiraling ... like DNA ... like the fibonacci spiral ...like spirit.
Do you think that it's a coincidence or synchronicity that a song called "Too Many Angels" by Jackson Browne just started playing while I am writing this? (smile)
Kathryn can be reached at kathrynshakti@yahoo.com
Ok, so riding on the back of a touring bike for 900 miles, one has a lot of time to think. Here's what I was thinking about while riding from New York to Michigan: I believe in angels. I KNOW without a doubt (due to personal life experience) that they exist, and I don't care whether anyone agrees with this, or thinks I'm insane for believing this, so let's get on with this treatise.
Never having ridden on the back of a motorcycle before, I was seriously concerned with my mortality as I found myself flying past rigs at 75 mph on the highway while winds from all directions were acting as a battering ram on my body. Praying to my angels for protection, my mind drifted, and I wondered how it was possible that angels could hear the prayers or ministrations of everyone on the planet at the same time.
I believe in the idea of parallel realities: that I exist in an infinity of realities simultaneously. But, as far as I know, I am only able to be aware of one reality at a time. Or, is that true? I tried to break it down: how many realities can I be aware of at one time? I was aware of the physical reality whizzing past me: the cold wind, the smells, the sights, but I was also aware of my internal reality which was attempting to get inside the experience of the angels - a first for me. Usually, I ask them for help or guidance, but this was the first time I contemplated THEIR consciousness. (If I am contemplating their consciousness, does this bring me closer to them? Does this musing about them make me more like them? Am I possibly an "earth angel? Are there different "genres" of angels living on earth disguised as humans?
How is it that angels are able to be aware of all of us at the same time? And why do I assume that's true? Modern physics (quantum mechanics) says that if we were able to be conscious of all realities at the same time, we would know all there is to know. I have concluded that the angels must have this ability - to be conscious of all the possible realities simultaneously. HOW do they do it? And WHY are THEY able to do it, while I am unable to? What did they DO to RATE, to be 'worthy' of this superpower? Fred Alan Wolf says in "Taking the Quantum Leap," that to get to any other branch of the multiple-branching reality one just has to "become aware of what you want to do. From any branch there is a pathway leading to any other branch. Time is all you need, and time is all you really have to work with." Is this what the angels do? Do they make a conscious decision to tune into one frequency of light over the other frequencies in order to answer prayers? Do they have to specifically choose to give attention to my particular vibration in order to help me, or are they able to receive and respond to all frequencies at one time? Do they give general injections, or infusions, of light to humanity and make this available to the whole world at once? And if so, is it then up to each one of us to tune into that available energy individually? Or do they only become actively involved when they are actually called upon? I wonder how many people on this planet regularly call on the angels as often as I do? Do they find my pleas for assistance annoying, or is it their purpose to be of service? Do the angels make decisions on who to help by determining who actually has the greatest need in the moment? -- My thoughts are just ... spiraling ... like DNA ... like the fibonacci spiral ...like spirit.
Do you think that it's a coincidence or synchronicity that a song called "Too Many Angels" by Jackson Browne just started playing while I am writing this? (smile)
Kathryn can be reached at kathrynshakti@yahoo.com
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Darkness Redefined
Darkness needs to be redefined, not as a state of non-light or something negative, undesirable, or frightening -- but as a state of non-being, formlessness prior to creation; to be or not to be; light/dark is not so much about an either/or (duality) mentality as it is about the Merging, Uniting of energies. The idea or potential of anything already exists within the warm, gestating waters of darkness, the primordial chaos, the state that must be returned to before a new order can emerge. Light contains the information that the seed/idea needs in order to become “form” - and the dark is the 'home' where things simmer, stew, brew, gestate, and are nurtured so they can grow, heal or expand. The dark is a good, benevolent place like a warm, wonderful, welcoming Womb. :)
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Piper Methysticum (Mystical Poetry)
Piper Methysticum
by Kathryn Preston
Archetypal lovers
come and go
ebb and flow
like lava on the move
glowing crimson
volcanic
voluptuous
dark and daring,
inviting
Concubitia
to propitiate the gods
in ritual passion,
activating the mystical umbilical,
a secret passageway
connecting past and present,
uniting opposites,
in ecstatic eruptions
and solar distortions
in a 3-D world
simultaneously
going global
and collapsing,
unmasking
economics and
plate tectonics,
paradigm shifts breeding
chaotic dynamics,
jazzy fusions of duality:
Nietzschean and Anarchist
Ubermalcontents and Bolshevists,
dandies and dykes,
poets and propagandists.
Where do I fit?
How to be
fundamentally me
and put my love into action -
that is the question.
by Kathryn Preston
Archetypal lovers
come and go
ebb and flow
like lava on the move
glowing crimson
volcanic
voluptuous
dark and daring,
inviting
Concubitia
to propitiate the gods
in ritual passion,
activating the mystical umbilical,
a secret passageway
connecting past and present,
uniting opposites,
in ecstatic eruptions
and solar distortions
in a 3-D world
simultaneously
going global
and collapsing,
unmasking
economics and
plate tectonics,
paradigm shifts breeding
chaotic dynamics,
jazzy fusions of duality:
Nietzschean and Anarchist
Ubermalcontents and Bolshevists,
dandies and dykes,
poets and propagandists.
Where do I fit?
How to be
fundamentally me
and put my love into action -
that is the question.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Red Fox and the Pathway Home
Red Fox and the Pathway Home
by Kathryn Preston
The Full Harvest Moon illuminates
my wild inner landscape,
currently eclipsing the external world.
The Night is an
old kodachrome negative:
solids are light,
nebulous spaces, dark.
Sitting Indian-style on Mother Earth,
she asks the universe for a sign.
Suddenly,
A Red Fox trots,
stops,
and talks.
He brings a message from the Unseen.
"You live in the 'in-between,'
light and dark,
dawn and dusk,
following Nature’s musk
to the doorways of other worlds.
Listen.
Fox ears HEAR Spirit.
Close your eyes and listen.
I am your brother, and Like you
I carry all of creation within me.
FREE YOUR CREATIVITY.
This is your pathway Home."
by Kathryn Preston
The Full Harvest Moon illuminates
my wild inner landscape,
currently eclipsing the external world.
The Night is an
old kodachrome negative:
solids are light,
nebulous spaces, dark.
Sitting Indian-style on Mother Earth,
she asks the universe for a sign.
Suddenly,
A Red Fox trots,
stops,
and talks.
He brings a message from the Unseen.
"You live in the 'in-between,'
light and dark,
dawn and dusk,
following Nature’s musk
to the doorways of other worlds.
Listen.
Fox ears HEAR Spirit.
Close your eyes and listen.
I am your brother, and Like you
I carry all of creation within me.
FREE YOUR CREATIVITY.
This is your pathway Home."
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Shakti and Shiva
Shakti and Shiva
Lying beside you,
arm draped across your chest,
leg snuggled in your thigh,
I feel the rhythmic heaving and sinking
of your belly,
like waves on an
intimate inland lake
flowing in consistent , concentric circles,
disciplined in design
yet undulating with a soft sensuality
that sweeps aside my lack of faith.
Subtly synchronizing my breath with yours,
my lungs, my loins, my heart, my mind
expand
with the universe.
Within each wave
another rhythm,
a double-time syncopation,
containing seeds of passion
which build slowly
like a tidal wave
bursting open the temple door
setting our spirits free
like dolphins breaking the surface,
or soaring eagles.
In time,
the tide subsides
leaving deep peace
in its wake.
Lying beside you,
arm draped across your chest,
leg snuggled in your thigh,
I feel the rhythmic heaving and sinking
of your belly,
like waves on an
intimate inland lake
flowing in consistent , concentric circles,
disciplined in design
yet undulating with a soft sensuality
that sweeps aside my lack of faith.
Subtly synchronizing my breath with yours,
my lungs, my loins, my heart, my mind
expand
with the universe.
Within each wave
another rhythm,
a double-time syncopation,
containing seeds of passion
which build slowly
like a tidal wave
bursting open the temple door
setting our spirits free
like dolphins breaking the surface,
or soaring eagles.
In time,
the tide subsides
leaving deep peace
in its wake.
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