091212 03:07
Of late I awake in the wee hours of my ‘morning’ raucously laughing at ribald comments passing between myself and the best audience in the Universe; guttural guffaws echoing across Creation.
“ 09:01
At some point I returned to sleep, impelled to do so. And I left my radio on, turned down low. A significant point: never go to sleep listening to either music or commentary; it will cause you to awaken irrevocably changed.
Case in point, time approximately fourteen years ago, place my condo on the lake in Chicago. I was listening to the score of The Missions with headphones laying half on half off the bed and slept. My dream was astonishing: I was baptized by snakes in their home, completely covered head to toe and I loved the experience.
I am now able to define my life as no longer goal oriented but process/progress towards a discernable point at infinity; a place I trust will continue beyond my death.
I like the metaphor of ‘refining’ since it implies and actualizes my experience daily; burning away the extraneous--everything I once thought myself to be or longed to become.
“ 12:55
. . . it seems that what I thought I was/am is being extruded into a finer cutting instrument.
“ 23:27
In few more than twelve days we shall attend, praise and exalt the Prince of Peace’s Birthday. Celebrated by most of humanity now, in fact, deed or ideal. If only a pause in the too many moments of fear, our daily dread--denial the possibility of Peace amongst all Humanity. Incarnate in each and every birth in Creation, a dance and song in laud, a Jubilation all time for the love of our family. All the Children of our Creator variously called Ala or God Is Real, in spirit manifest through that quiet night when the cry was heard round this small glorious blue marble seen a planet we call home amongst all the stars . . . love given--love returned.
Rev 22:21 The grace of the Lord Jesus be with all the saints. Amen.
