“For, even though they keep falling, there is one sign that the Lord has been with them- namely, the speed with which they rise again.”
– St. Theresa of Avila
Writings
Day 7
Addictions stem from the loss of union with God while here on Earth. All we need to do is remember that.
Day 6
Our souls collectively give back to the Light of God. God reflects the many onto the one, creating a love that is stronger than just the one and the Creator. The more God loves all of His children, the more He loves you. And the more you love all of each other, the more you love God. You get to God through this filter.
Day 5
Allow your angel to influence you. Do not wrestle with him.
Day 4
Listen to the voice in-between your thoughts.
Intimacy
He slowly circles around me and speaks the words for me to write down. Simply. One sentence, just for me to reflect upon and put into action some way in the future. He will be the one to converse with me.
His eyes are so bright with several points of light, somehow reflecting, or emanating from within. I turn away. They are too intense for me to look into. He knows this and mostly keeps his head to the side.
He is so intimate with me, brushing my hair to the side and tracing his fingers over my shoulders as he bends down and hovers his cheek next to mine to whisper in my ear. This, I believe, is just to get me to listen attentively. We humans are so driven by our desire for closeness. It is extremely effective and entrancing, lulling me further into the meditation.
I now look forward to seeing him every morning and have to force myself not to make it into a personal call, but messages that I should try not to change with my mind so as to write down here. I hope he remains, but I know better than to anticipate this blessing allowed from the Divine. I thank the Divine.
Day 3
Listen to the knowledge within your soul.
Day 2
The air is all connected. We inhale and exhale the breath of God.
Day 1
The universe is expanding and contracting at the same time, creating tension. That tension is Life.
Listen to the silence
“Listen”
I heard you. It is time for me to listen. This writing will stop for a while, or will take an entirely different course as I sit and listen.
“Listen”
I could see you walking a slow circle around me in your long, pale, blue-white robe. Arms behind your back, looking down at me. Your hands brushing my shoulders, lifting my hair, your breath on my neck. I could see that face of yours again, the one I still doubt I saw, but you look the same. Sublimely beautiful, and always having the slightly impish look of a grin, like you know the answer to some big joke, and are anticipating when I will also get the punch line.
“Listen to the silence between the noises.”
You are waiting for me.
“Listen”