Birthing God

God constantly renews the divine world

through our awakened consciousness.

The medium of this blessing

is the mystical brain,

translating perception, emotion, and action

into God.

As we renew ourselves and our work

in mystical consciousness,

we become creators in service to Creation.

Without humanity, the divine world would not exist,

for God’s dream is born

through our sacred awareness.

The Ultimate Artist

To awaken mystical consciousness

we must learn to see again…

see without

thought or purpose,

judgment or expectation,

see what’s here,

now,

exactly as it is,

each detail perfect and complete,

like a brilliantly realized Rembrandt masterpiece

composed of light, form, color, and depth.

Can you sense its all-pervading holiness?

Look deeply into any part of Creation

you will find God creating reality from itself

in every moment – The Ultimate Artist.

~

The Annunciation, Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn 1650

Dancing With God

Every child has danced with God.

Not the God of should or shhhh.

The God of tippy toes and swirling skirts,

rain boots in mud puddles,

infectious giggles and divine silliness.

When did you stop dancing?

Want to dance again?

Timelessness in Mystical Consciousness

Time slows down and disappears

in the enchantment of mystical consciousness.

People, places, and actions grow more fascinating.

This reality-shifting alteration of time expands

the aperture to eternity.

Notice when this shift happens.

It signals the nearing of Heaven on Earth.

Celebrate

It doesn’t matter what others

do, think, or say.

That is the noise

of busyness and controversy.

We are here to celebrate

the cosmic nature of self and world.

Find the ecstasy of your being.

Everything is

creativity and celebration 

from there.

Seeing Eden

1.
Thought cloaks mystical consciousness
with identity, time, and story.
We see only what we think.
Ceasing thought reveals
a naked emperor,
until even the emperor disappears.

2.
Naked awareness is mystical consciousness.
Without thought, we don’t know
who we are,
where we are,
or what the world is.
Yet that is the threshold.

3.
In mystical consciousness, we discover
the enchanted land we left in early childhood,
woven of mystery, magic, and myth.
Talking animals,
welcoming trees,
singing streams,
great mountains,
and divinity itself
respond to our presence.

4.
And here’s the point:
only mystery will restore the divine world.
What we think we know
is the emperor’s next illusion
cloaking Eden.

All Separate, All One

 A single consciousness fills the universe
flowing through what appear to be different forms,
like light through magnificent stained-glass windows,
giving each “thing” its unique qualities –
rose distinct from the swallow,
willow from a butterfly,
rock from a fountain,
but in the end, all one Creation.

Understanding this to be reality,
an amazing opportunity materializes:
intimate relationships with extraordinary beings
all equal, all divine, all different yet one,
and none considered inferior or inanimate.
They become our teachers, friends, guides, and consolers.
The cosmos waits for us to take our place
in the democratic community of conscious sacred beings.

The Chaos of End Times

In a dream last night,

a disabled spaceship hurtles toward Earth.

People wonder what will happen,

where it might strike,

how to prepare.

We don’t know when it will hit

but it will be soon,

a matter of hours or days.

Most dismiss its potential threat.

I am terrified.  

God whispers,

Fall to your knees.

Ready your soul for impact.

Humanity’s fragile world will disintegrate

like flying debris in a massive tornado.

 You’ve been drunk on

hubris, fossil fuels, and self-indulgence,

ventured far from the Sacred Earth.

The clock cannot turn back.

Like a massive asteroid,

Shiva rushes toward humanity’s folly.

But horror will meld your consciousness

 into the holy moment of my arrival.

Be wide awake.

The empire is coming apart in love.

God’s Show

Every day

God puts on an awesome 4-D show.

Light glancing off water,

wind-shaken trees,

the smell of lavender and honeysuckle,

hopscotch and lovers,

crisp tasty apples,

snowy days and fireplaces.

Get a front row seat

before your ticket expires.