The Law of Love precedes and supersedes all other laws

A boy in India got into an accident and was seriously injured. The people said, 'it's karma', meaning there was nothing to be done.

But Brahma appeared in India and said, 'That was karma. But I created you to interfere.'

Fruit of Contemplation

I have spent many years developing my prayer life. In the East, it is called devotional yoga. Christian mysticism, specifically the Catholic Rosary, can be related to chakra energy work, kundalini rising, and Tantric conscious loving. There is much work that can be done to bring out the connections between these prayer practices.

During the summer of 2006, I attended a Catholic monastic conference in Boege, France. There is indeed quite a bit of knowledge that pours out from behind the veil of religiosity. There is the true Spirit of God there.

I took a lot of notes and adapted some of them slightly for those who understand things in terms of 'old energy and new energy', rather than 'old law and new law'. Although it is not exactly the same thing, these ways of thinking are two petals on the same rose.


REVELATION

Silence begins in the intellect.
The Redemption starts in the head – how will it pass into the body? In the personal life of the Virgin, His life passed through her personal soul.

'I am the Virgin of the Revelation. I am the One who is in the Trinity. My flesh did not and could not decompose.' Miriam was absorbed into into the Holy Trinity. This was a new beginning. There, the totality of grace is to be found, there is the totality of salvation, there death has no place. All Saints and Angels are absorbed into the Trinity through her.

Mary is the Ark of the Covenant in which the live word incarnated, which causes a bond between a vulnerable humanity and the Glory of the Trinity. She is the heart of the Trinity. Mary took away the pain of childbirth. Her birth in heaven is the beginning of Glory. The transformation of the history of the cosmos into God's reign has come in this way.

The mystery of the Revelation is the assumption of all men and women of good will, where they acquire the highest splendor.

As she gave birth to Christ, the head, she now continues to give birth to the body, the many children of Her Body, the Temple. She is fundamentally a mother. She never ceases to love all her children in the Father. She is carried on the wings of contemplation of love. Her gaze is fixed on her son. She establishes herself in the desert of divine prediction, where nothing moves, stands or arrives but divine insight, dawn of holy thought.

Woman of vulnerable flesh stands on the naked border between created and uncreated. Her sole weapon is to love, to give birth even if Love seems dead and life seems to slip away.

Oh desert, peopled by the white robed, unlimited sanctuary, yet too small to fit all her fruitfulness. All the Father's children are reduced to powerlessness because are reduced to love alone.

'Children of the inverted happiness, who simply by the power of her beauty are able to upset the order of reality.

Children of divine precariousness and dependence, of thirst, prophets of the eternal temple, living epiclepsies, wrapping weary humanity. Children of interiority, of total otherness, of union.

You wear the seal of his Godhead on your wounded and ravaged humanity. Your fragile childlike maternal paternal wounded hearts are now the temple of my Faith,' says Miriam.

'Arise, stand up and believe. That nothing is impossible for God. Let my son shine from your bosoms, let the sun spring from your womb. May he come back in you on the day that never sets. Remember, it depends on you.'


MIRIAM

Miriam gave us back the image of the perfect humanity. She was destined to be Queen of All the Earth. The eternal word wants to take flesh in you. The Divine Mother wants your yes. Of all of you: spirit, soul, heart, body, without even an unconscious restriction. This is the most active use of your faith: receiving the Holy Spirit and allowing it to do it's work. Like the gardener of the Earth, who breathes light of being into you, who uplifts your fallen branches, heavy with knowledge, with memories, with the struggle.

This is the stairway to heaven, the pinnacle of our action, to let the fire of love enter and take life in the deepest part of us, that part which even we are unconscious about, where even we don't know ourselves and cannot vow to anything, that part that we could never have known had He not come into it.

Miriam entered the Shema ('Hear, O Israel...' prayer, the Holy of Holies of prayer life of the Hebrews) but in a new way. After receiving the Law, the early Hebrews said: We will do it, and we will understand. After receiving Archangel Gabriel's revelation, she said to God, 'Let it be done to me according to your will.' This is the Law of Grace. The first step was, 'I will do'. The second is 'Let it be done to me.' It is a free abandon to the lover of the soul, a fall but into the Fire of the Holy Spirit, a total dissolution of your inner will in divine ecstasy, a dissolution of ego in love.

Miriam is passively active. It is a perfect balance. And at that moment, the Word becomes actively alive in her and by the Law of Grace is transformed in the pre-incarnate Lord himself. Yeshua becomes Yehoshua. The Hey is the breath of divine life infused into his human life. He is now revealed as one in union with the Tree of Life.

And thus we enter a living relationship with one who from that point on and forever lives in her. It becomes, 'We will do. We will understand.'

It's no longer a question of a command, linear leading and following, but it becomes a matter of a dynamic relationship, a dialogue with the Holy Source of Life. With Yehoshua of Nazareth, son of the Most High, the source of new life, who is known in stillness and silence of heart.

In Miriam's heart, the passage from old law to new law is made. An exchange of dilection.

From now on, Miriam, you teach us that the living relationship of Love with our Source, our God, will be accomplished through the incarnation of this Love in us - through a continual reciprocal dialogue within the Trinity within us. This is the secret of Faith, individual and collective.

The word that had been breathed into her in silence and mixed with her flesh, divine and invisible, now imprints his face on her flesh. You open to the entire universe the way of divine union. The son is united to your flesh and unites us through your flesh, to the Father.


What had been faith in your heart, Miriam, had become flesh in your womb.

The destiny of our humanity had been played out in her heart.

In her, his love reached it's target and was able to take form, manifest, materialize completely; In an act of full and total adhesion, she received the word into her soul and it took root in her mind.

History of Israel is continual return to idolatry, to put their trust for him to the test, and prophets seek always to awaken the faith of the people.

But with her one single yes, faith was recovered and became clothed (hidden) in her luminous Body.



FATHER

Father was not created, nor begotten. The Father has his source in Himself. The son is the only begotten of the Father.

[The sacred masculine is; eternal and unchanged. But he does not become. The sacred feminine becomes. Alive. Or dead. And through her ability to transform, transfigure fundamentally, the eternal masculine becomes mutable, in the form of the son, who becomes born, lives, dies, becomes resurrected and then ascends. He experiences change constantly. The Father cannot be understood but through experiencing the mutable, changeable life of His son in us.]

Christ became a vessel of the divine Light of Love. And thus entered into Holy Silence. And in this Holy Silence, the eternal word is born in us. This sums up the vocation of the prayerful: from this silence, we listen to the eternal word and derive our sustenance, our substantial life, from it. Tranquil listening by our tender heart allows God to enter us from many points, and having reached a point we thought opposed us, He speaks to us as a friend, a lover. His word is silent. This silence in the solitude of the desert is our Holy Land.


THOSE MADLY IN LOVE WITH GOD

The warrior of love, the keeper of mysteries, the monk of solitude knows that the voice of deep silence is the fruit of a different struggle. The monk stands alone. Alone with God. But alone, for honor and dignity.

Through humility of perseverance, something will draw one further and further into silence. Take extreme care to guard your heart – occupy it with holy thoughts, holy listening, holy meditation, holy song, holy prayer, holy reading – from the heart, the fountain of holy water springs. This is the time when the desert blossoms, the third millennium. The desert, who was originally hostile to all life, a barren womb, now becomes the Garden, the source of the water of salvation - the Source of all life and Revelation of all knowledge.

It's possible to live for years in desert solitude of the soul, and never pass the doorstep into true silence. When a person has not left behind childish images, desires and gratification that are mere reflections of the ego itself, there is the risk of seeking after and worshiping a projection of our own ego [the idol].

In humility, one prostrates before God to become God's image, not the image of the ideal ego. It can be said, that the point is to become our own inner holy ideal, rather than let the ego perfect itself in it's own projection, image. In Islam, God one of the titles of God is The Evident, The Apparent. But in the desert, the sun is not only evident, it is unmistakably, undeniably tangible; It burns everything to ash, until the only thing that remains is the Face of God. Be careful to choose the path of life that leads to the Face of Divine Mercy, rather than the Face of Divine Wrath.

There is no room for laziness in contemplation. Discipline is key to developing strength. Weakness becomes subtlety. Vulnerability becomes emotional maturity.

Having abandoned all deceitful multiplicity, Mary abandoned herself to her Adonai. In this, she chose the better part, the blessed part.

Since living in God is the only thing our deepest joy desires, leave behind pride and shame, and all that is fleeting; cleave to your inner guide, sow and gather in Him and Her all your affections and all your works.

Simplify your heart. Those who live in the Virgin's simplicity, gather a foretaste of the delight of true life, the first fruits of prosperity.

Earthly prosperity and joy that is so desired, once achieved, passes. All is fleeting. The danger of losing oneself in empty materialism is great, and miserable is the one who finds this lesser love. One gathers all he can in the struggle of life, and suddenly he is commanded he must die; he is thrown to and fro, without an anchor. But the one who loves God is constant, he seeks the sole good, he perseveres because he is founded in the Source.

In 325 AD, a certain monk formed a city in Egypt, installed a life solitary and fraternal, that characterized monastic life for centuries thereafter. He is the reference for most monks.

When the devils saw how in love he is with God, they turned wildly about him without being able to come near him.

An elder told him, 'You are blessed. You must continue in the spiritual warfare.' He no longer left his cave, but occupied himself with God alone. He was walking to draw water, one day, when he heard a voice calling him by name three times. 'Because you have listened to my order and followed me, I will gather a group of people here who will glorify me by their exquisite life. Be careful and don't send away anyone who will come here.'

'You will be the father of many tribes. Learning true monastic life,' his elder told him

God has the right to call a few people to exist just for himself, in God's pure gratuitousness. Like these vast, hidden spaces – silent witnesses to God's gratuitousness that suffice to justify their existence. The sole reason for their existence – a man hidden in God. The mystery of this vocation is that all the substance of monastic life is buried in silence. Strangers and sojourners upon the earth, united by the silent solitude of the soul.
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Goddess Lakshmi

This goddess of good fortune, beauty, and abundance stands on a pink lotus, floating on the ocean of milk from which she was born. Gold coins fall from one hand. She embodies compassion, patience, peace, harmony and is Vishnu's feminine counterpart.

A touch of kindness

A young man was awoken one night because someone appeared in his room; a man of about 30. He was very thin, his face was pale and chapped from exhaustion and he was completely naked. He was beaten up very badly. Deep wounds, cuts, welts, bruises were covering his whole body. His eyes were dark with despair of a hunted animal, but not unloving. He reached out to him, saying, ‘Look what they’ve done. Can you find justice for me?’

The young man had prided himself on having many connections in the city and being able to impress people with being able to acquire delicacies on demand, or reach people in high official positions without waiting in line. Even if he could put the guilty party behind bars, it would be impossible now to find those who did this. The young man realized he cannot find justice for this man.

The man pointed at the most gruesome, deepest cut over his heart. 'This one pains me the most.' He said. ‘Can you heal me?’ asked the man. Even if the doctor would be called for, it would take him a long time to get there, and the young man was certain that even with the best treatment this man would not return to the normal condition ever again. The young man realized he cannot heal him. He felt totally helpless.

‘If you cannot heal me, at least touch me.’
As the young man stood up to try to do something, the figure disappeared.


The young man became St. Francis of Assissi.

Mother Teresa's wall

People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered; Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends, and some true enemies; Be successful anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; Build anyway.

The good you do today, will often be forgotten tomorrow;
Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may be enough;
Give the world the best you have anyway.

Yo see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God.
It was never between you and them anyway."

Hand-written on the wall of Mother Teresa's room.

10,000 sparks

Thomas Edison invented the incandescent light bulb only after over 10,000 experiments. A young reporter asked Edison how it felt to have failed so many times. How was he able to go on? Edison replied, "I haven’t failed 10,000 times, I’ve discovered 10,000 ways that won’t work."

Hail to the jewel in the lotus flower

Chinese Goddess of mercy, compassion, protection. She is both Goddess and bodhisatva (enlightened being). Bodhisatvas can become Buddhas, but through her profound love for humanity she chose to remain in human form until every one becomes enlightened.

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In Kona, Hawaii, there are many beautiful statues of Kuan Yin. Near one statue that depicts her holding a lotus flower, she said this to me:

"Here are my sacred instructions: First, have mercy upon yourselves. You have endured much in your land, and you have eons of lessons yet before you. Only through a gentle touch is Nirvana revealed. Stretch and reach for greatness, but always with a gentle touch approach. Seek not opportunities, but allow them to gently come to you as a lotus flower floats upon the currents of water amidst a gentle breeze. Strive, but not with hurry - enjoy the process upon which you embark. Know that each step along the way is akin to a party - a celebration of movement, which is itself a miracle.

Appreciate the godliness within yourself, within each of you. Do not chide yourself for your errors and mistakes, but laugh, grow, and learn from them instead. You, my gentle child, are doing just fine - in fact, very well indeed.

If I were to give you any word of wisdom, it would be the word that best embodies love upon this Earth plane to me: compassion. Growing past all shame and embarrassment, and moving toward appreciation, not just for the 'good' parts of yourself and others, but for all along the way – it's all good, believe me. And if you can know that as the eternal truth sooner rather than later, your happiness will come galloping toward you at the speed of mustangs with winged hooves. Believe that as the truth. Now.

Wisdom comes from sitting still and listening, not from rushing to get ahead. A still heart receives love and information more readily than one that is harried. Do something simple today: Pick a flower and simply study it with no intent. Be blank. Be open. And know that whatever comes to you is good, and a lesson in the making – always and forever.”


Archangels and Ascended Masters. Doreen Virtue.

Confessions of the Wizard of Oz

"He's only a humbug Wizard, though," said Dorothy.
"And that is the safest kind of Wizard to have," replied Ozma, promptly.

-- Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz, 1908


Confessions of the Wizard of Oz

One of my greatest fears was the Witches, for while I had no magical powers at all I soon found out that the Witches were really able to do wonderful things. There were four of them in this country, and they ruled the people who live in the North and South and East and West. Fortunately, the Witches of the North and South were good, and I knew they would do me no harm; but the Witches of the East and West were terribly wicked and had they not thought I was more powerful than themselves, they would surely have destroyed me. As it was, I lived in deadly fear of them for many years; so you can imagine how pleased I was when I heard that your house had fallen on the Wicked Witch of the East. When you came to me, Dorothy, I was willing to promise anything if you would only do away with the other Witch; but, now that you have melted her, I am ashamed to say that I cannot keep my promise.

-- The Wizard of Oz, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, 1900


"The Wonderful Wizard was never so wonderful as Queen Ozma," the people said to one another, in whisper; "for he claimed to do many things he could not do; whereas our new Queen does many things no one would ever expect her to accomplish."

-- The Marvelous Land of Oz, 1904

The Serpentine Mind -- Quetzalcoatl

The Serpentine Mind
Disentangles
From the branches of confusion
Uncoils its knowledge to greet the dawn
And sees
In the growing light

Great colored, feathered wings
That grew unnoticed in its sleep

Understanding perfectly
In a single rush of joy

It flies above the ancient promises
Beyond where the forest lies
To the sea
The open sea

As rings around the Morning Star
Light corridors through the air

Capuleti and Montecchi Moscow, Texas style

My cousin and I grew up together and were very close. We talked about everything, played imaginative visualization games, swam in a rather polluted river nearby, drank beer we stole from his father, smoked cigarettes we stole from my mother, climbed to the very top of a tree to eat the apples we stole from our neighbor's garden, after having hopped fences to run away from the dogs. We fought with the neighborhood bigger boys, jumped off bridges into the river below, stayed up too late to watch the night sky, biked too far away from home to a farm that he discovered and showed me; We went there to play with the calfs. We watched once a calf being born. We climbed into other peoples' ponds to scoop out frog babies to try to dig a pond of our own and raise our own frogs.

Our parents were angry most of the time about most things, but we got into trouble for only some things... I watched him get beat up by his father, and he watched me get beat up by my mother. We were there for each other. Sometimes we'd fight. Then make up.

Our parents hated each other and were in a chronic feud. Hot or cold, silent or explosive, it brought the sense of ensuing chaos of the crumbling regime, to an immediate, highly tangible level.

When my family left Russia in 1991, I was 11 and he was 10. Then, I didn't see or talk to him for 15 years. In Oct of 2006, my whole family went to Moscow for a big reunion, and I had remembered how much I love him. Not just loved him once. But the fire of love and compassion continued to burn for him throughout the many years, when I no longer remembered to think about him and didn't know what to think about him. I made no assumptions about how he changed. In my mind was a faded picture of a very adventurous 10 year old.

His sense of values seemed to be extremely sharp. Whatever he needed for survival, he knew how to get. Stealing, if he had to, was not a problem for him. I had issues. If left to my own devices, I probably would have died of indecision, out of not knowing what is precisely the right thing to do. Every time I saw him manifest whatever he needed or wanted, it was a miracle to me. An issue came up though: others stole from him too.

This was a time in Russia, when everything was difficult to get. Basic necessities were either expensive or deficit. Sometimes we forgot that we needed something after it had stopped being available long enough. For Americans now it's hard to imagine. But then we couldn't imagine another way. Everything was survival of the most quick witted. Or so it seemed.

At our most natural, comfortable place, I was the one asking questions and his was the soft spoken voice of reason. In this way I learned from him. The idea that you can buy and sell anything came to me from him.

He also prayed a lot. (His family belonged to the Russian Orthodox Church). He showed me how to pray. Prayer turned out to be my magic to manifestation.

It was a doorway to the perfect beauty of heavenly realms, Spiritual teachers, Angels, Akashic records, other planets, universes, a vision of my history, my future, lessons on how to bring heaven to earth, and earth to the heavenly realms I could enter freely, but always had to leave again and return to the regular reality.

Prayer continues to be my main tool of manifestation.

I didn't understand then why his house and my house were like Grand Central Station for paranormal activity, some pleasant, some not so pleasant. It is clear to me now why the study of demonology and the ability to do exorcism became so prominent so quickly in my career as a healer, with study of crystals and astrology coming in last. Because there were so many demons, fallen angels, and antagonistic ETs coming to my house.

All that negative activity was, at first, like a backdrop to the family feud, but then completely overshadowed it, revealing itself to be an indirect source of it. No matter how much it tried to take central stage, though, it was every time pushed aside, by more important matters. Women desiring children and giving birth to them. Men placing the hope of a better world on them. This proved to be more urgent than anything else. More than suffering, more than laws and more than religion.

Many years later, when I lived with my family in Texas, I learned that two years after we left, his father had been murdered and his mother (my father's sister) vanished without a trace. No one had seen or heard from her since.

My cousin's older brother went into the seminary and is now a Priest in the Russian Orthodox Church. His younger brother studies drama and writes poetry. My cousin got married young, lives with his wife and son in Moscow, and works for the Church.

My father is a mathematician, and although has always vehemently rejected all religiosity, found work at the very Catholic University of the Incarnate Word in San Antonio, Texas. The jump from Moscow to Texas was kind of like jumping from Sci Fi horror into the surreal Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, with maybe a little bit of slapstic pie throwing in between. I feel like my father never made peace with the loss of his father, who walked out of the window, when my father was a young adult. His issues are almost purely emotional rather than spiritual. Like a frozen computer, stuck in an emotional loop, I don't think he ever realized that he was becoming more and more emotionally unavailable. And then he moved to Brazil, and remained there.

My family is as out of this world now as it was then. We have no religion, no political orientation, no place we consider home. Though for me, New York comes close :) We are in constant transition and always in question. Perhaps we talk less and listen to each other more. Still each is overly individualistic. It's easier to see myself as part of the global family, and even easier as part of the cosmic family. Physical family that is united by love and not shattered by war, is still a personal dream.



My cousin and I
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My cousin with his son
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