Spirit World & Guidance

Every day at the end of my meditation I sing: Thank you, thank you, thank you, you all.

We used to think of the stars, with nothing in-between. Now we learn that the great mass of the universe is composed of vital invisible dust, occasionally compressed into discernible objects.

And our world is filled with Spirit. But all we know are its condensations.

As air, I enclose in my cupped hands the Universal Spirit.

Infinite,
Eternal,
Empty.

That’s the Godhead.

Why Empty?  Why do Buddhists say The Empty, the Void, Nothingness?

We used to think that between the stars there was nothing.  Now we know that it is filled with “stuff,” even perhaps alive.  But the Godhead will always be, to us, nothing – nothing we will ever know, let alone understand.  As far

I speak of each of us having a Soul, as if each Soul were individual. But perhaps there's only one Soul, with myriad manifestations.

First believe that every moment, each and every happening, of your life is Determined – by the Great Spirit.

And then believe that It is Always Smiling on you.

(2002)

Just before bed, I thank the Great Spirit, dear Mother of All, for all Her gifts of the day. And I find myself smiling.

I’m smiling to Her as She smiled on me.

(2002)

We all have many spirit guides, what I call the spirit shaping force. The composition of this force – the particular guides comprising it – is, I am led to believe, unique for each individual. And through the individual’s life experiences – all as guided – the spirit within will evolve as Meant.

All

Bertrand Russell once said that he didn’t know what electricity was, but that he knew what it did.

I feel the same way about Spirit. I certainly don’t know what It is – but I most certainly see what It does: Everything!

How can I ever claim I did this painting, when All is Spirit acting in

This morning, just after waking, I recalled this incident at a seminar on “medical intuition:” A doctor who admitted he used intuition in his psychiatric practice was asked by the speaker whether he had told his colleagues.

The great poet and artist William Blake believed that “we all live surrounded by hosts of spirits, that there is no real division between this world and the next.”[1] Hence, his wife, Catherine, remarked, “I have little of Mr. Blake’s company; he is always in Paradise.” (As I believe she was, too.)

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