King Peter
Because of your comments and my continuing thoughts about Alice Walker and The Raspberry Patch, I have been wondering about the influences in all of our lives. For example, how did we get to be involved in Heavenletters™ rather than a less life-supporting site?
And there is the ever-present question for me – how on Earth did I get here? It is such a mystery to me.
And I also wonder: How did you get here?
How did Heaven Admin and Annette, the archivist -- how did they? What unknown factors made it possible and desirable for them to devote so much of themselves to Heaven? And all the beautiful translators – how did they get here? What was it really that spurred Dr. Laura De Giorgio to make the Heaven You-tube presentations? What is the unknown factor?
I have this burning question: What is it that happens that pulls us one way and not another? What is it!
I don’t think we’ll ever know. Ultimately, I don’t know that we need to, or what difference it makes, and yet I crave to know.
Thinking about all this does sort of make me believe in destiny. I never thought I would think this way.
Suddenly I remember something from my childhood that I haven't thought of in a long time. It was a book I read when I was ten years old. I read it over and over. And I loved it, and I loved the illustrations. The name of the book was A Tree for Peter, and the author and illustrator was Kate Seredy.
I wasn’t aware at the time that this was a spiritual book. Now I know it was. It was a story about a little boy, Peter, who lived in Shantytown where everyone was so poor. As I remember, Shantytown never had a Christmas tree, and the people who lived there never had any hope either. And somehow there was a King Peter who came to the little boy. Now I can see that King Peter was a form of God, perhaps Christ, and, because of King Peter’s influence on the little boy, Shantytown got a Christmas tree, and great light began to shine in the people who lived there.
I can still picture some of the illustrations.
Now I can say that this book influenced me. Certainly, it was some kind of marker. But, still I have to ask, what drew me so much to this book in the first place?
I remember something else that lit me up. This was in eighth-grade English. The teacher’s name was Miss Campbell. She was rather prosaic and not special to me, and yet when we studied metaphors, I came alive. We studied similes and onomatopoeia and hyperbole. As I look back on it, this conscious introduction to metaphors lit up my soul.
And now I Godwrite, and Godwriting is filled with metaphors, and all the metaphors fill my heart, and now I wonder again and again, what makes us the way we are and whether who and where we are today was always known even though we didn't consciously know. Do the gears of life just mesh perfectly, and we don’t have all that much say about it?
Is the expression, God is the Doer, taking on a new meaning for me?
What are some of the keys to your life? Will you tell us? I've got to know.
Comments
At the very beginning of my spiritual path, when I was starting to rise from the bottom of my depression, I once visisted a local book fair. I wasn't looking for anything particular, but one book caught my eye on a stall. It was named, 'Know yourself to love God'. I only had a look at it and walked on, but something compelled me to go back and I just couldn't leave the fair without buying that book, which was the first of a long series of spiritual books. In that occasion, someone or something was guiding me with a will stronger than mine. Thank God!
Why?????
I read my first heaven letter from Russ Michael and thought why wait a month or a week when I can get it strait away, Why was I drawn to it? It sounded like the voice in my head that I had been listening to for a while.
Paula, nothing strange about the book fair you were guided to. One book that I came to through a friend of mine, was "Initiation" by Elisabeth Haigh, I lend it out and never got it back I bought it 5 times and still go through it at time and funny every time you get something new.
Anyway I have to go back to work so if you mis my comments I am "Bush Tuckering" What is That??? Later Bye for now Love you ALL Jack
How does one say why one seed sprouted and one did not? How does one say why one butterfly came out of the cacoon while the other remained sleeping? Can one say why that little egg fell off the nest and why that little bird never got a chance to flap it's wings. Yes, one may blow hot air and speculate on the angle of the sunlight, the conditions of the soil and the position of this or that. One may even say that that seed was nourished with powerful thoughts of love. And yet half way accross the planet a butterfly spread it's wings and a tree fell.
I don't think that one can have a logical understanding of this when the factors are infinite. The only answer that came to mind, that satisfies me, is : Thats the beauty and wonderous variety of life, which is just a wee wee bit of an understanding, of God.
One can only grasp this concept of infinite possibilities when one has experience of Who I am.
Jack, what is "Bush Tuckering"?!
I think the "keys" to all our lives are simultaneously complex and simple. The factors are wonderfully, beautifully infinite which is mind-boggling! And yet, we are One.
It starts when we start getting out of our own way--when we don't second guess ourselves or talk ourselves out of following that "instinct." It's Paula not saying to herself, "I really can't afford this book today." Instead, she chose to listen. It's Jack (and me too) who said, "I love these Heavenletter in Russ Michael's newsletter, I want these every day for myself." It's One's choosing to open his mind to infinite possibilities and glorying in them, rather than being overwhelmed and frightened.
For me, it started with hearing Deepak Chopra on the radio many years ago at a time when the news was full of terrorist cells. He said something like, "If they can have terrorist cells, why not have peace cells?" Such a simple concept and simple phrase that clicked. (To me, when something opens a new path of understanding, it feels and sounds in my head like a light switch being turned on. It "clicks.")
When I start thinking back to how it started for me, it's like my own personal Tree of Life with me as the trunk and the branches as the various paths I've gone down. Every limb an experience that started a new shoot or twig. The leaves and buds the bits of knowledge I've collected. The more I grow, the stronger I become.