Category: faith

Gaia’s Whisper

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The caterpillar tugged at the silken chord that it had spun within its form.

Steadily weaving a blanket of warmth to clothe him as he slept.

Gaia stopped to admire the work.

The caterpillar felt her presence and asked,

“How can I become a butterfly?
I don’t have a clue!

There must be so much to learn if I ever hope to fly and look at me, not a single wing.

I been working oh so hard, but I feel too tired to continue.

I’m sorry that I crawl so slow and that my wings won’t grow, but after a snooze I will get back at it.”


Gaia smiled some warn sun light down and whispered with her wind.

“It’s a natural process, it is not something you do, it will just happen.

You relax and take a little nap.

Soon, after you have rested from your struggles, you will get to stretch your wings and float upon my whisper.”



We Color the Page

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Traditionally we see our Gods through words visualized, an outline of form we color with our thoughts.

These outlines were passed down from elders to youth and from receiver to written page and many truths were and are preserved through this tradition.

The youth adapt the pictures to the procession of change and pass them down again.

The forms of God that were too ridged to conform to change fade away, lost to the transition.

These written words are an attempt to stall change and preserve a moment so others can gain, but the Creator Of All, the All There IS is too grand to be fully contained in ancient scripts or carved stones.

The All There IS is a living presence always coming to us, adapting to our needs and is never a distant stranger waiting for our approach, for we are one.

Stop Comparing

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If we always compare what we are receiving with what we were taught, it is difficult to change our beliefs.

At some point must choose to believe that the new we are receiving is valid.

We will always stay at the same place if the new must fit into the parameters of the old.

Tying the Hands of The Creator of All

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I wanted to heal you, but you didn’t believe I would.

I wanted to ease your pain, but you said it was your own.

I wanted you to feel forgiveness, but you thought you deserved the guilt.

I tried to share my unconditional love, but you were taught that it was earned.

You suffer so needlessly when I am always available to help.

You are my everything, there is not a part of you that isn’t a part of me, but my hands are tied, I can only be expressed to you through the way that you believe.

Persistent Traffic

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Persistent traffic creates a rut of packed soil.
Persistent thoughts create a durable belief.
Our beliefs are how we choose to navigate our lives.
The statement, “I feel like I am in a rut,” may be a more accurate assessment of our thought patterns than we realize.
It is difficult to start a seed in packed earth.
Even if you fill the rut with fresh soil the hardpack beneath it will not allow the root to reach a depth that will allow survival in stressful times; often the hardpack needs to be broken up or removed.
We always have the choice of venturing onto a new path, one of our own design or even temporarily retracing the steps that others have provided.
Once you begin a new path no matter by whom it was created, it becomes your own, for it is our steps that clear the way.
It sometimes takes a while to see the path clearly and stressful times can detour your progress, but every time we challenge a belief that is no longer useful to us, we pick away at the hardpack and clear the way to a new path for ourselves.
Our ruts were created by choices, our way out of them is created in the same way.

Two Questions

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When life seems to stall when in pursuit of desired outcome, there are two questions one can ask.

The answers to one of the questions might get the ball rolling again faster than the other.

You can ask, “What has stopped me?”

This leads to a list of problematic circumstances and situations that are often beyond our control.

The second question you can ask is, “Why am I stopping?”

This puts the ball back in your hands because you have a say about you.

“I feel overwhelmed,” you have a say in that.

“I’m afraid it will not come to be,” you can adjust your beliefs.

We have access to abilities within ourselves that lay dormant unless they are touched by our inner knowledge that we are one with the Creator Of All.

There will always be circumstances and situations, and there will always be our inner ability to rise to the challenge.

Sometimes the answer is to ask the correct question.

Wagon Rides

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The horse pulls the wagons we ride in.

We direct the horse guiding it where we want to go.

We can expect to see the same scenery as long as we keep guiding the horse the same direction.

Our thoughts and beliefs seem to work in a similar fashion.

Our lives follow our beliefs.

Chapters

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Chapters in a story proceed another for a reason, each chapter prepares the reader for the next.

Often in life we wish we had arrived at our desired destination, but each chapter is a part of our journey.

It is the details that make a story interesting, without a variety of experiences we would not be the individual we are.

Indiscriminate Faith

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Faith is as indiscriminate as water.

It will grow whatever it is poured upon.

If our lives seem to be sprouting weeds, we need to look at the packet of beliefs we are presently watering.

Faith is just another word for, I believe, and what we believe will always grow.

We are perpetually creative; this ability is as consistent as our breathing.