Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Wait and Watch for the Miracle of Love Today

Wait for the Gift. Wait for what you really want. Edgar Cayce regularly received messages from the Source. He relayed these messages to various seekers. Among his seekers were some rich people from New York. Some of them were investors in the stock market and others in Texas oil. They had made millions following the advice of these messages. They gave some of this money to the Cayce Foundation. In August, 1929, the message was that they were to sell all their stocks. They saw no particular “reason” to sell. Things were looking good, they had made money on these stocks. They did not sell. One client did sell, the others did not.
Those who did not, lost millions. They never listened to Cayce again. Earlier the same thing had been true with the Texas oil investors. They were told to buy a 99 year lease, but they saw "“no reason" and only bought 10 years. By the time the wells were flowing, their lease ran out, and they lost millions of potential profits.

The self that has its own reasons does not listen to the self which seeks Higher Reasons. But the message of love says “Wait upon the Spirit.” Clear the decks. Make way for the Cosmic Christ. Make yourself big enough to receive the universe, not just what you think you can want. I know what I can want. I am familiar with what I can want. But do I really want More? And how can I know what More is? If I am only willing to receive what I know, will I be betraying What I Don’t Know? Am I willing to go the “Land I Don’t Know” and receive “I Know Not What?”

If Columbus had turned back, no one would have blamed him. No one would have remembered him either.- Unknown

Columbus must have waited at least a few days for his discovery of the new world. A few days past all known reasoning. A few days with no land in sight. A few days with no reassurance. Can we wait even a few minutes? Can we wait long enough to ask "What would Love do?"


Oh lovers, Where ar e you going? Who are you looking for? Your beloved is right here.
Rumi

Love is the way messengers from the mystery tell us things.
Rumi

But don’t be satisfied with poems
And stories about how things
have gone with others
Unfold your own myth
Rumi

Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.
Rumi


You sit here for days saying “This is strange business”
You’re the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine. You’re some weird kind of gold that wants to stay melted in the furnace so you won’t have to become coins. Say ONE in your lonesome house. Loving all the rest is hiding inside a lie. You’ve gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine. Taste this. It won’t make you wild. It’s fire. Give up, if you don’t understand by this time that your living is firewood
.
Rumi

No one knows the source of joy. Rumi

Be source, not result. Rumi

Love is a mad man , working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains, drinking poison, now quietly choosing annihilation.
Rumi

Your Source has spoken, without “reasons,” of a new possibility of discovery. Are you a Columbus? The old map of the world will be annihilated. Are you truly a Discoverer?Wait. Allow. Notice how, even now, as you wait, that your body tingles. Just be aware. You were told in a Chinese fortune cookie a few days ago that you will travel. Is this not travel to a new land? Wait. Don’t pass up your “oil lease” this time. Sell out those “old stocks”. The Spirit may be saying to you: I gave them to you anyway. Just don’t hang on to them now. I give, I take away. I am the Source. Listen to my new message, not to your old messages. Behold, I make all things new. Be imageless, not attached to old images. The image is not the thing. The map is not the territory. The symbol is not the kingdom. I am what all images represent. Wait upon the “coming” . Wait upon the exposure. Wait upon the revelation. Wait upon the naked emptiness. Wait and watch for Love today. "

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