
in suffering,
we identify only with the shell
that must crack and break
to release the Self.

in suffering,
we identify only with the shell
that must crack and break
to release the Self.

“We are blessed when a genuine mystic answers the call to put his experiences into words.”
~Carol Orsborn, author of Spiritual Aging
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Divinity Rising is more than a book, it’s a state of consciousness. More than a spiritual technique, it’s an experience of transformation. More than a relationship with God, it’s about becoming God.
The poems in Divinity Rising, like those in John C. Robinson’s first volume of revelations, I Am God, ask you to approach with your senses, your heart, the fullness of your being. It is hard for us in a culture of distraction and hurry to pause, breathe, simply be. But there lies freedom. “As you awaken from the dream,” John writes, “pay attention to your part in humanity’s struggle and where your love is hiding.”
Imagine if any of us allowed ourselves to evolve into true wholeness, into who our world needs. It takes not only spiritual and intellectual openness, but courage to become who we are. John holds the lantern up to us all. Who are you, really? Who are you growing into? What helps open you to, as John writes, “a state of consciousness in which everything is seen as it truly is: radiant, beautiful, divine?”
FIND YOUR SACRED PATH
If you want the divine life,
be conscious of consciousness,
for the Other looks out your eyes,
feels with your body,
loves through your love.
Your consciousness is already enlightened.
Experiencing this
sanctifies your life,
every detail transfigured in beauty,
for the divine is the holy essence
of your neighbor, lover, child, friend,
pet, plant, moon, sun,
the entire blessed Earth.
This is the divine world.
Spread peace and love,
find your life’s sacred path.
It begins right where you’re standing.

If I am God, then I am everywhere.
I transform humanity
with joy, love, creativity, compassion, and awakening.
To hasten this new era, everyone needs to be God.
Cradle every crisis in a manger of love.
We are how spiritual evolution happens,
which is why it has been so slow,
until now.

I am your power to heal the world.
You have handcuffed me too long with your beliefs,
but I am rising inside you now even as you read these words.
Can you feel me saturating your being with love?
Know this: You are a prophet of the new consciousness.
You already have a vision of the possible.
You are more powerful than you can possibly imagine.
Find me. Live me.
Speak as me.
And I will set you free.

In times of distress,
intense emotions arise from the body-mind.
But in mystical consciousness,
distress is like a TV program I no longer watch.
Love so consumes my consciousness
that old “me” is irrelevant.
I am immersed in the joy of loving all that is.

Rage is the expression of old pain lodged in self-hatred.
Only love can soothe that wound.
Open the door, find a way to let love in.
You are always welcome in this community of lovers.

Some transformations are created
through anguish.
You break.
But each time,
you are restored,
though not to the
same person you were.
There is purpose in the alchemical fires of loss.
What burns away are attachments.
What does the burning is God.
What’s left is a chastened and wiser soul
in deeper communion with the sacred.
Spiritual transformation continues throughout life
as God remakes our being
until there is nothing left but love.

We live in a world of false selves,
each with an identity, role in society, inherited beliefs,
and imagined security.
Underneath this world,
the disinherited are noticed but never included.
Our defenses are hard-hearted and spiritually thin.
But one day, security ends.
Age, loss, failure, sickness, or financial hardship reveal its lie.
We become the poor, disinherited,
broken, untouchable, and needy.
As God’s woundings crack our once-impenetrable defenses,
spirit rushes in,
grace appears,
and we wake
to an irrepressible love.

You know that fear contraction in your body?
The one that’s held you in its iron grip all your life?
But did you know this contraction,
which creates the illusion of a separate self,
is also made of God?
In mystical consciousness,
feel its painful twisted being melt back
into the bliss of God’s being.
It stops contracting, relaxes, and the self disappears.
Careful attention in that spacious grace-filled moment will find
joy rising from your depths.
It was always there.
Release the fist-like grip on yourself,
welcome your true nature.

Every time I enter the Presence,
a huge joyful smile fills my interior.
I am free again.
I laugh out loud at the foolishness of my problems,
and surrender in the arms of the Self that I am,
full of love.