Introduction: Truth and Grace is how I can describe Jan who was kind enough to share this very insightful story and realization of who God is for her.
We all want to know who we are and how God fits into our life's. Remember this, What you are looking for, You are looking With.
There is an interesting myth in regard to the creating of man which may serve to point out this fact. It is said that when the gods decided to make man, and make him a Divine Being, they held a long discussion as to where would be the best place to hide his Divinity. Some of the gods suggested that it be hidden in the earth, but others argued that some day man would penetrate the earth and so discover himself; it was then suggested that it be hidden in the depths of the sea, but this idea was rejected, for man would go under the sea and there discover his true nature; it was next suggested that his real nature should be deposited somewhere in the air, but this also was rejected, for he would surely fly through the air and find himself. After a long discussion it was finally agreed that the best place to hide man's Divinity would be IN THE INNERMOST NATURE OF MAN HIMSELF--this being the last place he would look to find it!
This discovery would not be made until he had had all the experience necessary to complete a well-rounded life. "The Word is very nigh unto thee, in thy mouth, and in thy heart, that thou mayest do it."
Of course, this is a fable, but how clearly it sets forth the reality of the case! The word is really in our own mouths, and every time we say "I AM" we are repeating it; for "I AM" is the secret of nature and the emblem of Eternity.
Now the Truth and Grace of Jan
Thank you Jan, Rev.Bill
If I Am You, Who Is She?
If I am you, who is she? You are the great experiencer of experiences. You help her to know herself as she helps you to know yourself. How long have you been looking out through her eyes? Seeing what lies before her. Effortlessly you scan the landscape before you, taking it all in. In a second, you perceive intricate details—the brilliant blue Colorado sky in contrast to the white glistening snow. The reflection is blinding, causing her to squint. A prism, in fact several, hang from the snow covered Ponderosa tree, reflecting rainbows in the white blanket of snow beneath it. A black horse with a thick winter coat moseys by hoping to find hay in her feeder. You don’t have to label these things but her commentary makes her perception personal to her. It defines her world so she doesn’t feel so all alone in it. Without you, her life would be an empty echo with no one there to hear it. Without you, she could not exist.
How long have you been in there? Out here? Thousands of lifetimes? Eons of years in a timeless universe? Did you feel the deep gut wrenching loneliness of that thirteen year old girl as she danced alone on the banks of a moonlit lake? As her shadow sways gracefully in the moonlight, she dreams of a boy that didn't know she exists. Did you have the call to feel the ache deep in her gut with more intensity in order to really get it this time? Whose loneliness was it that she felt, yours or her own? She reached down and threw a pebble in the water and watched the silvery ripples make their way to shore. She doesn't know that when she is hurt and lost inside that you'll be there to find her. She no longer believes you exist.
The little girl wearing a gray dress with small white flowers climbed to the top of the grass covered knoll and knelt down to pray. She was told in Bible School it was a good place to find you. She wanted to tell you that she didn't like her teacher and she wished Mrs. Prusha wasn't her teacher anymore. All she wanted was to be heard... but it happened anyway. She was sorry when they told the class the next day. She was afraid to tell her mom. Too young to understand, someday she would...but for now, she could only be consoled somewhere between constellations and dreams.
Who was that gazing into her parents’ vanity mirror? Did you recognize your face? She was sweet sixteen and had never been kissed. Her long sun streaked hair cascaded down her back and she had the face of innocence, all tan and freckled. Eyes beckoned to you in that mirror, peering curiously beneath her shaggy bangs. She brushed the hair from her eyes, searching for a hint of you in there somewhere. She used to know you. You must have seen her reflection; deep blue eyes lined with dark lashes painted on Twiggy style to make them appear bigger. Lips, which were almost too large for her new adolescent face, were tinted a glossy silver, accenting her tan. Dreamily, she stared at her lips, wondering who would be the first boy to kiss them. Did you remember what it felt like, that first kiss? How long have you waited this time? Did sixteen years pass by in a flash or did the long awaited time tick by slowly through eternity? Do you remember each and every kiss?
She didn’t know it was to be the captain of the football team who would first sweep her off her feet. She had no idea he would even have any interest in her. Did you imprint his mind during the Homecoming parade as he sat in the passenger seat of the fire truck? Was it your idea or his to grab the Mic and sing to her as she walked alongside the truck? “Hey there little red riding hood, you sure are looking good, you’re everything that a big bad wolf would want." She blushed at his wolf howl. Were they destined or was life just made up of random acts, a boy's passing fancy- a stolen kiss—a moment of impact to a young girls heart?
What was it like to feel the heart of that seven year old girl who had asked Santa for a puppy? What does it feel like when life delivers you a dream come true, a glossy black cocker spaniel bounding out from behind the tree with a big red bow around his neck? She named him Tippy. Was it her or was it you who first noticed that white speck of fur that freckled the puppies' face? She was the one who suggested his name and you agreed wholeheartedly that it was a good one. You had always been there, her friend at a time when she was still able to hear you; that was before life shut down her heart.
The rabbit had instinctually killed its own babies… the babies that the little girl had touched just that morning. How did you ease her shame after she exploded in a fit of rage, projecting her feelings against a crime of instinct. Years later the same enraged girl would explode again, with assaults against her own flesh and blood. How could she understand mirror neurons and the feelings of an empath; the thoughts and emotions of a neurotic inner roommate? Patterns were set into motion long before her; stolen from her parents who stole them from theirs; generation after generation. She would become a mother to her own mother.
She grimaces as she climbs from her bed; her back now stiff from breaking. Her heart is scarred and her skin is wrinkled, yet she feels your youth burning inside her. In the glass you see your reflection, no longer the face of that seven year old, that teenager or a young woman. She's no longer afraid to look deep in her own eyes, for she knows she'll find you there. Unexpressed passion ripples through lifetimes, a primordial urgency that lives in her heart. She hears your whisper everywhere, from the voice of a stranger or the words of a song. She knows if you listen, passion will tell you why you came. Life is short now and she feels the need to live each moment. She craves your youth and one more chance to live life with your expanded point of view. Deep down she knows there lies an infinity of one more chances. She has missed your company and with you by her side, she throws caution to the wind. She has learned to navigate through life's ups and downs with more freedom; no longer feeling the need to anticipate each turn in the road. Her appetite is quieted with the simple things, the smile on her son’s face, making dinner with her best friend, looking into a baby’s eyes and a cup of coffee in the morning sun. And, still she yearns for her lover; the one she never made time for; the one she left behind. No longer afraid of death, her only fear is not living until she dies.
Do you remember the day that you first felt it; that white-hot lust blossoming in the heart of a young woman? Lust was placed to music as her mind was slowly infused with Benny and the Jets playing on the alarm radio; eventually awaking her from her luscious dream of him. They were meant to be together. You had agreed on the other side. She would remember when she heard the song; when she awoke from her dream. The song played in her head while emotions played in her heart; feelings so strong that they followed her throughout the day and then throughout her life. The song became an anchor that would forever stir those emotions. It was a song that he would never know and one she could never forget. Together, they saw each other in everyone and everything. They resonated in the unbounded magnificence of nature; the mountains, the rising moon, and a hawk on the wing. Trembling as chemicals raced through her bloodstream and together they reached spiritual ecstasy, she felt you there. Theirs was a love that would endure for eternity in a union never meant to be.
Duality is your teacher but experience has no name. It isn't good and it isn't bad; it just is. You see life form all around her as it unfolds within. You feel her emotions course through her body and hear the commentary rambling through her mind. The flow of inner emotions come and go but through it all you remain the constant, aware and calm; the receiver of all that is. Through her eyes, you can see beauty and ugliness. To you, it's all the same. You hear the passionate vibrato of Il Divo and feel the swelling in her heart. You feel the frenzy of her nerves wired by Metallica. Through her senses, you smell the salt of the ocean breeze and feel the ominous power of the thundering surf. You crave the taste of chocolate upon her tongue and feel the soft touch of her skin. Life is rich with textures. You lay witness to life in all its drama and you love the thrill of the ride.
If thoughts are just energy, from whence do they come? Who do the thoughts belong to that drive her so crazy and separate her from you? The constant commentary tells her she exists and tells you of the world in which you live? You play with her thoughts just for the love of dabbling there. Do you entertain her with ideas expanding beyond her universe; causing her to see glimpses of concepts that have yet to be born? You love capturing your experiences in a word smith’s mind. While you play, she fantasizes, craving escape from her perceived reality.
She would become lost in a despair that would override the reptilian drive for survival. Each time, you waited compassionately and patiently for her to find the quietness of peace once again. You took her to her knees, not once, but twice. Attached by a silver thread, her fractured soul flew to you for comfort and safe guarding as together you watched, unprepared for the intensity of the circumstances. Silence roared through the atmosphere to drown the inconsolable wails coming from the parking lot where a sheriff, with tears running down his face, had delivered the bad news. Losing a child would prove to be a destiny that would either make you or break you; for her it would be both.
Oh life is so full, yet so taken for granted. A splinter of spirit, a tiny grain of sand from an omniscient beach, you descended, crashing downward through the realms of karma to be there with her. Are the thoughts of distortion and worry yours or do they belong to her alone? Through it all, the greater you was always there, timeless, ageless, pure love and light, watching life blossom through her eyes as she watched it blossom through her children’s eyes. You have peered out through a thousand eyes before hers; the eyes of a husband, a father, a disabled child, a murderer, a thief, a lover, and a soldier. You’ve repeatedly felt the pain of childbirth and felt the unequivocal bliss of birthing a new life. You’ve felt all of the lower fear based emotions of worry, anxiety, despair, and the higher expressions of love sprinkled with flashes of bliss and joy. You’ve felt pride, accomplishment, satisfaction and peace. You've become drunk on adrenaline and reckless abandon. Through it all you’ve gathered the secrets of the universe. You knew you could never be hurt... but she didn’t know. Sometimes it felt like life lived her more than she lived life.
When will you be done? All the experiences experienced? How many more times must you feel sweet life swell in her breast? How many more times must you feel the wind in her hair, the sunshine on her face and the power of her horse beneath her as it gallops through the meadows? She knows that the only risk is not to risk. Adrenaline courses through her body as once again she reaches for her limits? You love the earth below her and the sky above; the peace of a babbling brook and the force of a raging river. One last time, you long for the view from the highest mountain peaks and feel the bitter wind sting her face as the snow swirls around her. You will miss everything so much; the great mystery of a corporal life.
What is the measure of a life.... when it's all said and done? Did you have the courage to stand in the fire beside someone you loved? Did you meet a child eye-to-eye just so you could truly hear him...so he knew he was understood? Did you honor the story of an aging parent…a story you’d heard a thousand times before...knowing they just wanted to be loved and to know that their life mattered. Have you surrendered to the choices made by loved ones even if you may never know the truth of their soul’s destiny or the gifts that they bring. Through it all, you have been waiting patiently for her ever since she first learned of what she loved. It cannot be taken away, for it has become a part of her as it is now a part of you.
As the ship sails towards the setting sun, slowly slipping from view, another appears on the horizon. Upon its approach, it grows from a tiny speck to luminosity made manifest. You have sailed many an ocean together, you and she, weathering calm seas and perfect storms. It's all exquisite grace, with you at the helm as omniscient creator and she as your muse.
Truth and Grace is something we all can achieve simply by realizing our true nature.
Thank you Jan for teaching us this lesson with Truth and Grace