This just came to me.
I am not free of temptations.
And then I saw it, a piece of pie.
It is in the hand of another.
And I want a piece of it.
It looks so good, so tempting.
And I wanted a piece of it.
Were it mine, I could savor it.
Enjoy every bit of it, every last piece of it.
But it is not mine.
Most of my life,
I am happy with what is on my platter.
I seldom look at what others have.
There was a girl in my class who I held to be so beautiful.
Yet I never covet her looks.
My simplicity of nature implies,
I am happy with what I have.
What happens when we look at the platter of another and covet it?
We fail to see what is on our platter and appreciate it.
Yet of late I found myself coveting?
What am I coveting?
The ability to see angels, saints, ETs and spirit guides.
Ah, here comes an apt question for myself.
Why do I want those abilities?
"It makes for greatness."
It always makes me feel so much less, not seeing spirits.
Therein is that ego trap.
The ego that corrupts.
What do I have on my platter?
The ability to feel energies of angels, saints and spirits around me.
I see them with inner feelers, not with inner sight.
A seeing without seeing.
Yet therein lies my treasure.
The treasure on my platter.
The ability to sense energies of spirits.
On visions.
Mystics, Christians, Buddhists and Hindus alike hold one thing in common.
Put no stock on visions.
Visions distract and feed the ego.
Seek that purity of spirit.
The mystical experiences that go beyond earthly language and beholdings.
And go deeper and deeper into that.
Into the world of Spirit, for God is spirit.
When he speaks, he speaks to the spirit.
Not with words but with his essence into our soul.
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