Guest guest Posted June 17, 2002 Report Share Posted June 17, 2002 Standing on a greenery-glad hillside covered with purpling blossoms, Easter Sunday in 1958, a child of four was swept away into the Beloved. Her mother had dressed her so finely, so fine in the finery of a bride, yet she knew not that she was preparing, adorning that One as an offering to Love. Purse clutched with the wealth of the world, three bright pennies were held. The breeze was Unutterably Sweet, and the sky was opened to Vastness. Stilled to the depths of Silence, suddenly Jesus stood at her side, Suddenly the Christ came inside Her. Never having known this tale of brides, nor barely even knowing about Jesus, this small, this tiny four-year old, she KNEW that she was His own, she Knew that she was actually Him. Offering the pennies as her dowry, offering her Heart as the Gift of Love, She was Unutterably transfixed in a Beauty, a Beauty so Immense and so Unspeakable, she went into a Blissful Samadhi. No world, no sky, no earth, Nothing left. How long she remained in this state of Grace, Who Knows? Who knows how long she stood there, waving her Heart, engraving her Heart, having her Heart opened by Love Itself as Jesus, as Sweet Jesus the Adorable One, the One immersing her in Light Unimaginable! Sometimes she still falls into that Bliss when coming across a field of purple bee balm, hearing the sound of the bumblebees mating, the humblebees taking in nectar from God, the center of Love taking her Heart again. Who can ever explain how a child Understands This! This That we Are Now, As It Is! And It Is As It Is, Now! Beloveds, come to the hillside in the Dawn of Light, come to this world of Unbelievable Beauty! Open Your Heart like the Blossom that It Is! Beloveds, i am only a child singing to Love, singing As Love and You Are That! You Are the Christ! Jesus has such Suchness to offer us, so much more than we can imagine or say. Some days when the Light of the Dawn slants just right, and it always slants just right, it always plants Delight, in the Heart of the OneHeart that beats inside here. Oh Beloveds! i hear the morning birds singing! Do You hear them calling from God to You just Now? Easter in 1958 was the only Moment forever. And it Is Now and It Is Now and It Is Now... LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 17, 2002 Report Share Posted June 17, 2002 Yes Mazie... that is so real...and we discount those experiences so often... I even wonder if children nowadays get a chance for that kind of numinous experience. Do they get to meet Spiderman that way? I remember coming home from the fields with arms loaded with buttercups... They grew tall in Holland... adoring Mary's statue with them... I had talks with her, ah and yes Jesus, holy communion. Do we need to discount those experiences? No way, we shan't... Wim --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.370 / Virus Database: 205 - Release 6/5/2002 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 17, 2002 Report Share Posted June 17, 2002 , "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: Some days when the Light of the Dawn slants just right, and it always slants just right, it always plants Delight, in the Heart of the OneHeart that beats inside here. Oh Beloveds! i hear the morning birds singing! Do You hear them calling from God to You just Now? Easter in 1958 was the only Moment forever. And it Is Now and It Is Now and It Is Now... …Yes, Beloved – i hear the morning birds, and in such glorious birdsong i hear the Happiness of mySelf, the Delight of this OneHeart beating in Beauty, the Beauty of Itself, Which Is You – You in Christ, Christ in You, Christ dawning in Song, calling all to This Beauty of Light become flesh, flesh become bird, bee, purpling Bliss, Balm, greenery-glad hills and Easter Joy, and this Resurrection is complete, already and always, and this Marriage is consummated in our own Dear Childhearts, the Fruit of Which is birthing evernew in the ripe Wonder of our original Innocence, the fresh Child eyes of boundless Welcoming, of Love with no idea of Love, except that there is only This Love Now, spilling into Now, spilling out of Now into Itself, and all for the price of three pennies, and what a bargain – Yes? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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