Never is our inner fulfillment dependent upon anything or anybody in the world of effect. "Go with a tender step" to the inner sanctuary and there plant the seeds of your outer life. Each truth recalled will soon become alive and bear rich fruitage as though you had planted actual seeds in the nourishing soil of God's earth.
Sara Robbins wrote; "Let each within his heart a temple build--where no man is a stranger." While waiting quietly at the Center, your realization of Oneness assures your oneness with every spiritual idea and every spiritual being whom you can bless and serve and who can in turn be a blessing and service to you.
Between times do not allow the human mind to become active with attempting to meet the problem at its own level. Do not "peek" even to see how things are unfolding in the outer scene. Keep the golden chain unbroken for upon the chain is the golden key which is better, far better than Aladdin's wonderful lamp.
Stop thinking and stop talking about the problem and think about God instead. Make of your soul a sanctuary, make of your heart an altar, make of your mind a temple, and when you leave that secret place of the most High you shall find as did Emerson, that a Watcher, a Holy one, walks behind with long affectionate glances of inexahustible Love.
Dorothy Moore/IW practitioner
THIS IS THE WAY
And this is the way to care for the planet
We love our planet when we know...
We flee the hunter's bullet and
We are polluted and prostituted and
We are hacked to death by chainsaws
We know and feel the pain and
We begin to hear the cries of
GIVE HONOR TO YOUR DARK SIDE
Give Honor to your Dark Side.
Honor the reflection of self in the eyes of anoher.
Use this experinece to walk a path of wisdom,
to release your self-imposed
traditions of the past,
outmoded ways of the past,
of perceiving and believiing.
All that you wish to be free of is inside the self.
Look at these things.
Honor them for their gift to you.
Then, let them fly from the wings of
Travel to the stars.
Songs of the Arcturians by Patricia Periera
The Initial Song 1987
Invisible obstreperous intrusion
Like subtle bits of stale and
acrid air that assult then
fragment the whole.
Asleep in dull distraction, the false
forever craves its lover-
who comes quickly bearing gifts-
empty boxes gayly wrapped
cacophany of ego balm
While Soul in Silence,