Sunday, June 29, 2014
--> © 2014 photo and words, Rev. J.L. Harter
The smell of freshly brewing coffee mixes well with the caw of the crows and a gentle summer sea breeze on this dark and early morning. Although I intended a little more sleep for a Sunday, that just wasn’t to be. Instead I thought I’d get up and write a little bit about my thoughts of late. If we look at life from just one perspective, there is plenty of evidence of the impermanence of things. Seasons change, life ebbs and flows and the world always seems abuzz with some new-fangled this or that replacing the tried and true or improving the old into new. The wise ones tell stories of how it was in their day and the young ones with potential for wisdom will sit and raptly listen.
There is another perspective from which we can view things. I may speak in levels but it’s just metaphor so don’t get too hung up on the idea. If we reach for moral higher ground in the complete absence of understanding, we may find ourselves mired in the thick toxicity of judgmental emotions or lost in a sea of confusion as to how an Omnipotent and Omniscient “being” in the form of an anthropomorphized God could allow certain things to be. If we reach out with the-devil may care attitude towards this or that, we are considered callus and unfeeling. But what if there is a good and solid or healthy state of in between? What if we cared so much that we found a place of acceptance for things and people just as they are and put seeking true understanding from the irresponsible claim of knowledge ahead of all else? I will tell you such actions put you in closer proximity to the real Source of our origins.
Randomly turning to things that change, aside from being assisted involuntarily, why does the body die? You’ll have those that step out mid-stride in a vibrant life and those who slowly withdraw over time. The skin and hair and eyes will change as they begin to separate their focus from this third-dimensional world returning if even unconsciously to their origins. I’m not sure I believe in a Heaven or Hell any more. That must sound funny coming from a Reverend. But, stick with me just a moment and I’ll attempt to explain.
Heaven and Hell have their prescribed meanings as we have been taught from the Holy Bible but what if both were here in this now moment and were simply states of mind we choose to view the whole of this world from? What if those states of mind exist whether here in the body or elsewhere beyond? That would make both views a creation of a perspective held by an individuated aspect of a conscious entity would they not? I cannot help but wonder if all we experience here is a matter of an agreed upon focus viewed through the filters of individuated experience. We remain always a vibrant living extension of Source embodied in a framework that allows us a specific kind of experience. As we get used to the framework, our vibrancy grows and we live out the lives we intended as we create them to be whether conscious of the plan for those creations or not. We continue that point of focus until we choose to focus no longer and then we begin to disengage. Little by little we slowly fade. It is not just that limbs forget their flexibility or that eyes forget to see. It is that we shift our focus at a designated point within the dream and begin to fade away from this frame with our souls packed with the memories of precious lessons learned and hopefully our hearts filled to overflowing with love.
The thing we forget or never take the time to properly remember is that we are consciousness. That consciousness or spark of life lives on always but perhaps maybe in a different frame of focus than what we here living may term life on Earth. Consciousness is what connects us one to another and from one another to our origins. We don’t leave our Origin to be here to begin with. Imagine gently waking up from a dream or suddenly sitting straight up in bed with traces of a memory of a dream still running through your mind. We are consciousness unconsciously aware of ourselves. Over time and with effort, each individual will become ever more aware if that is what they so choose to do in this frame.
The crows have quieted now and the little birds have taken to trilling a beautiful tune eagerly awaiting the sun’s light. And I see before me the darkness receding into the pale light of that twilight moment in between the night and the day. As I continue writing and sipping my coffee, my thoughts shift a bit closer to home. In my mind’s eye I see a little girl with silver blue eyes. Those same eyes I saw when I first met her father and saw yet again when I first met his father. Today the family will say goodbye to my youngest daughter’s grandfather. Although my heart goes out sincerely to the entirety of his family for their loss, I take comfort in the fact that I know a little secret. Life as consciousness lives on; it just changes its focus. J.J. will always be with his family in spirit through the love that they shared. I know I’ll see him every day in my little girl's beautiful eyes and am so very thankful to him for his life and his time here. I owe him much just for his existence and what it meant at least to me. Thank you J.J. and may God Bless your soul always and forever. Thank you again for everything. My heartfelt prayers go out to the entire family that they may find comfort in coming together today in celebrating the life of their patriarch. He was proud of his boys and loved his grandchildren. I pray they find the peace of love and then healing.
For the rest of you focused here in this frame work, be grateful for all of those other individuals incarnate here with you. They bring you gifts unexpected, experiences unique and life lessons worth learning. Enjoy your time here in this point of focus fully so that when it is your time to return, you will do so filled with so much love. ~Blessings of infinite love and light to all this day and every day. And, so it is!
Sunday, June 22, 2014
How many stories can one life hold? As I consider the stories that make up my own, I cannot help but wonder. There is still life in me to live in this realm and so it goes that there must be even more stories yet to come. I think some how perhaps, those to come shall be different than those that came before. Those that trail behind me like the wake on a river as a boat moves forward have shaped the reality of my presence in ways indescribable. It wasn’t the events so much or even the people but the spaces in between. I come back to the sky again and see the similarities. Perhaps it is the darkness itself that holds up those stars where they hang so beautifully in the sky. The space between, the space between…my thoughts trail off and stop.
The space between may seem empty but it isn’t, not by any stretch of the imagination. It seems that it is only those sleeping unaware of their slumber that do not realize the importance of the space between. The intangible knowings and etheric nature of the all of everything knits together understanding and the seeing of themes as if one were connecting a constellation or two or three. All of life has meaning in terms of what it is you secretly wish to learn. I say secretly because there is an unconscious part of our very being directing and attracting those things the deepest core of us most wishes to learn. In that space between where feeling becomes thought and thought becomes charged with emotion to magnetic energy and then directed through perception, assumption…
The stories and events, the people involved are intrinsic aspects of our own nature and being and we just do not have the where-with-all to understand precisely how. It matters not at that level alone. What matters is learning to understand the clues to our own life purpose while standing in the truth of one’s own light. But you’ll not find that light reflected precisely in the gaze or interactions of others here in a three-dimensional Earthly focus. You must become aware of your own lack of awareness and begin to choose, begin to live consciously from the feeling parts of you beneath what we consider consciousness to the true all-encompassing Cosmic Consciousness of existence. Then the entirety of the universe opens up and reflects right back into your own heart. Shutting down the perceptions and senses of the physical world doesn’t close you off but opens you up to the unknown changing belief into the truth through experience turned to knowledge.
So, how many stories can one life hold? I’d say surely there must be as many as there are stars in a clear summer night’s sky. And for what purpose can they truly hold but to teach us the meaning of life in the form of the less tangible lessons learned. It isn’t just the things we see but the things we haven’t yet learned to fathom. The truth isn’t out there or just in here but some place in between.
© 2014, Jaie Hart (photo, random fortunate internet find. Inspiration – A conversation with LJL).
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
What it is I felt in that moment, I can’t clearly say. I was standing at the airport, baggage claim. Not but maybe 10 feet away were four human beings. The one on the left near 15 years old, long blonde hair standing so tall next to her big brother. On the far right was the baby, now 11 years old and 1 day shy of finishing elementary school. Just next to her left was big sister, just turned 24 eagerly awaiting little brother’s bag. Little brother just to her left now stands over 6’0, just turned 18 a few months back and graduated high school just a few weeks ago. I looked at them all thinking how much they've all grown and then the memories flooded my mind of the day each was born. The four most treasured days of this life. On each of those respective days I never could have imagined this one here today right now. All the life that I have lived these past 24 years, it seems as if I blinked and suddenly the beautiful hopeful and happy little toddlers all grew up -- two now adults, one soon to follow and the last, making her way in her own time.
I felt so many emotions standing there that I can hardly pick a single one out. Joy to have them all together for a short time, sadness for all the moments I missed here and there with this work project or that work project maybe, all of the precious times and life lessons learned while keeping their spirits up and their hope alive that life would always be fine if you did one thing…follow your heart. It is the heart that knows more than the brain can compute. Not that every aspect of us isn’t always powerfully connected to Source but the main thriving connection is the heart. When its gates are thrown open wide, that is when the miracle of love is not so much attained but fully realized.
I was tired after a very long and trying day on the job where no matter what I do, I can’t accomplish enough to keep things going. I realized a few months ago that to try would be insanity. I had to give up perfection to accept reality and work within the constraints I have been given, the choices I have made and not one of those things that seemed so important over the past few months or years matters at all in this moment. I worry a bit about the world I brought these magnificent souls into. What will it be like for them when they reach my age? So much life ahead do they have and as their mother I cannot help but wish for them to explore it, the deeper meanings of it so that they can learn much quicker than I the true beauty and purpose of it and then, yet, still find a measure of magic and peace within it.
These human beings I created with help, with divine love were they brought into this world and with divine love will they live each and every day of their lives as long as I am breathing and even then, beyond. They are beautiful miracles each and every one and I’m reminded how this is true for each soul focusing their density here on the planet at this time. Perhaps in the generation of my children or their children will the truth be better known in its simplicity without lacking an ounce of significant power. All of creation is every soul's destiny to wield as he or she sees fit and the learning will come by the wielders and watchers alike. Even bystanders observing are enriched by a witnessed experience. As a parent you witness much, scratch your head sometimes wondering how this or that occurred but then you’ll catch a flash or a string of words evidencing divine wisdom out of the mouths of your own dearly beloved babes and then you know your faith is restored, that you did your job well and they're going to be fine in this world no matter what they choose to create within it. You hope for the best and teach them the skills necessary to deal with what they will most likely perceive as the worst and love them. Teach them to love and that it's okay to love.
I wish this were a more transparent world with even greater opportunities but I guess it's up to us and them to change that where we perceive it lacking. Apathy is unacceptable when our lives are precariously placed in a single pointed focus here now. As I sit here I realize that I know the emotion that I felt as I saw all 4 of my children standing side by side, it was love…pure and simple love.
May you find the love that matters most today. Not the love that is given you but the love you willingly give away for in the giving you are receiving so much more. Blessings.
© 2014 photo/words, Jaie Hart
Saturday, June 7, 2014
I am called by the name my biological parents gave me as well as the name under which I write but that is just a reference for my own personal point of focus here in the physical world. You can label me with other words if you wanted to but that wouldn’t mean that you were accurate in your observation or perception of who or what you think I am. In fact, you can’t know who or what I am in truth until you have that moment of crystalline clarity where you know who and understand what it is you truly are.
In your observations of those around you, you cannot see the totality of who and what they are. You may only perceive that which you are able or capable of understanding and you will project upon them as you most need to. You must realize that your perception is a filter from which you have experienced this world. This means that with whatever or whomever you perceive stands before you, there will be a form of expectation in terms of what role you most need to cast someone into. If you look even now in your world you will find you are surrounded by the industrious, the loyal, the betrayers, the theives, the wounded, the heros, the angelic, the gifted and even the tortured, dishones or villains. But did you know that other people may not cast people in the same roles that you cast them in even if some others share your collective experience? Did you know or even care to realize that what you experience in another, at some level, you wish to experience or you would not experience it at all?
What does all of this mean? It does not hold the much overly simplified part of truth in this concept that says what is in you is in others so if you see bad in others it is because you are bad or if you see only good in others, you are good. Think bigger, much bigger as this is a much bigger game you are playing in. What you are is consciousness, what you see is consciousness, what you experience is consciousness in the manner of your own chosing. That consciousness you observe around you existing within their own points of focus here in 3-D may be aware or unaware but it is or they are consciousness…or vibration if you will. The entirety of the universe holds consciousness and our points of focus that represent our physical embodiment here in the land of 3 dimensions most commonly understood (at least in general) as life on Earth and our consciousness has been limited by those who forgot who and what they truly are so they had no means readily available with which to teach you the truth. You can choose to become aware or not as is your choice and I am here merely to paint a picture of another kind. And it is that picture that some will readily see and others will not. That thought does not change the truth of who and what you are. It also does not make real that which you perceive to be truth even if you “believe it.”
You can ponder and contemplate the nature of the universe and it will be a wonderful endeavor but not near as wonderful as connecting to the center most integral part of the core of what you truly are. It would be wonderful if we could be so transparent that we changed the entire paradigm of our conscious awareness in this place in space-time perception. But until all are aware, this is not possible entirely. Consider the beauty and purity of what you truly are and as you consider this, know too the potential beauty and purity of all who stand before you exists regardless of roles you may have chosen to cast them in. Seek understanding and test your belief. Belief IS only untested hypothesis. So, test your hypotheses (are they real and can you say so with 100% objective certainty) and then you will begin to understand not only the truth about you but the truth of the other conscious points of focus in this realm. God bless each and every one of you as you make your journey of experience through this life. May you gain the awareness that you came here to gain. In love and in light, so it is.
Copyright 2014, Jaie Hart (photo and words).