WHEN THE WORLD IS TOO FULL TO TALK ABOUT…

May 24

THE RETURN OF THE LOVE LETTER THAT IS THE SUNDAY NEWS

Waking in a state of ‘everything all together, all at once’ - also known as Samadhi - I began to sort the music notes around 2:30 am…

…in a non-coherent attempt to find which one to pull down into particle form for the LOVE LETTER that is the Sunday News.

Yet, the wave wouldn’t collapse.

Such is life when the identity cannot form into fixed particle reality, either.

Then two things happened.

My phone lit up with notes from you all.

Christiane’s mother had peacefully left her physical body upon her return. Dace got home after her bus broke down. Yael and Ellie had safely arrived back in Miami. Nancy returned to a new donut place at home (silly). Jen with Glasses’ dog was hiding in the closet none to pleased she had left her alone for the trip.

Life keeps dancing and moving through us, continuously.

Sometimes it is a symphony, other times improv jazz, and on occasion, a lil’ Wayne song…

And Rumi - who to me is an another version of giddy Kuthumi - began dancing with the heart pulses of the world being simply too full to talk about.

We've heard it a million times.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
There is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
The world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’
Doesn't make any sense.

Love does not make sense.

It will never lose so much dignity as to make sense.

It has no words that will give it full meaning.

It can’t be drawn on a white board, though I give it my best;)

Yet, words provide the vehicle, the delivery mechanism to bridge it from one being to another, spreading like the mustard plant.

Words provide a delivery mechanism to bridge love from a collective of BEINGS LIKE US to the world -

and from God to human AND human to God, with each breath.

Words do not have to make sense for them to communicate love.

They hold a vibration - an energy in the space between which works just as well -

as I know from having a conversation with Ursula where I say something in English and she responds in German and we do not bother with the translate because the only word we are speaking is LOVE. LOVE. LOVE.

And that is why it is so important for us to meet in person - to remove the edits and barriers of technology, the best face forward in the high school cafeteria - for what is felt, and not thought out entirely before being typed, spoken without the identity filters of mind is where we meet in “THAT GRASS.”

WHAT HAPPENED IN FRANCE?

On the second day of the France event, I was going to begin with a meditation - something we will focus on in our June programs (less talking, more exploring without words) - when Yeshua came in.

“Give them the Sermon on the Mount,” he said.

“You want me to return the saltiness?” I asked.

You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot.

“Make them talk to each other,” he replied. “That will return the saltiness.”

In other words, he asked me to give the sermon on the mount by facilitating a discussion.

In other words, we acted out the sermon, in its entirety for about 2 hours.

In a world of buried words never spoken, trespasses never addressed, feelings buried, all 20 of us gathered on even ground to talk. To work things out, for we are humans with hearts and needs.

Those who had no things to work out with others bared witness and hopefully, took it home with them to make things right in the moment, to never let things slip through the cracks again.

DEEPER THAN THAT…

Yeshua’s sermon on the mount was so much more than perceived.

It was also a sophisticated teaching on the lessons of the FAR EAST in how energy and true karma play out through our day to day lives and how our livelihood is made or broken by it.

… what we are covering in the donor series for those with eyes and ears…

Speaking and writing from SOURCE suspend the laws of cause and effect and through this SUSPENSION, one can see the Kingdom of Heaven that is - as Thomas’s gospel said - already spread across Earth.

"It will not come by watching for it. It will not be said, 'Look, here!' or 'Look, there!' Rather, the kingdom is spread out upon the earth, and people do not see it."

The mark is missed when beings look for grand displays of consciousness and power - big fancy channels and spiritual highs.

Yet, the Kingdom is so much more.

It appears when we talk to one another, when we say the uncomfortable things, when God speaks through us no matter how it appears on the ego’s surface.

The Kingdom is found in LIFE.

It is found in the messy bits of humanity’s expression.

In the grit of full embracing yourself and honoring the gift that is LIFE.

The Kingdom is found the moments when we say the thing we ‘shouldn’t say’.

The Kingdom is found in your smiles and your tears.

In the vulnerability to be fully yourself with others being fully themselves.

And thus, on the whole trip, the “grand spiritual channels” were suspended for something so much more…well, everything…more everything!

BEING LIKE US coming together to share a laugh, a few tears - sometimes all together all at once - speaking and expressing what so many are afraid to express….

LOVE. HUMAN & DIVINE.

I put a few pictures down the side of the post

- thank you everyone for letting me share your light with those who could not make it -

Hopefully, it helps the nonsensical words of LOVE come into some sort of cohension - even if I couldn’t get the wave function to collapse this morning.

If not, there’s always the Field.

BIG LOVE,

Lauren