Being Kind to Allah, Krishna, Buddha and Christ

Being Kind to Allah, Krishna, Buddha and Christ would be easy, right?  It would feel natural to honor and love whichever one was in alignment with our spiritual beliefs or with those of our family of origin.  What about Sophia, Quan Yin, White Buffalo Calf Woman or Innana?  Turning the clock back a few hundred or a few thousand years may challenge us a little, as it opens the door to the feminine expression of the Divine.  What if we go even farther and leave race and gender behind?  What if we were to soar into Rumi's poem about seeing our own selves as Divine? 

Behold the body, born of dust, 

how perfect it has become!  

Why should you fear its end?  

When were you ever made less by dying?  

When you pass beyond this human form, 

no doubt you will become an angel and soar through the heavens!  

But don't stop there.  

Even heavenly bodies grow old.  

Pass again from the heavenly realm and plunge into the ocean of Consciousness.  

Let the drop of water that is you become a hundred mighty seas.  

But do not think that the drop alone becomes the Ocean, 

the Ocean, too, becomes the drop!

Here we are talking about a whole new level of self love.  To see ourselves as a part of Divinity, as being an expression of God, Goddess, all that is, opening up to the idea of moving beyond our sense of separation from Divinity, this is almost too far for us to go just yet.  Can we love ourselves with the same fervor and passion as we have loved our human-like images of the Divine?  We can, and we must.  For when we have finally learned to be kind to ourselves, we will have learned how to love, honor and be kind to each other and to all.  We will have learned to see the God Source in everything. 

I have certainly seen Divine glance winking out from the deep seas of my horse's eyes or from the chrysalis as she splits and unfurls and spreads her wings to dry, even in lightning and thunder as they rage across the sky.  And, when we finally awaken to the truth of this we will have come to the understanding of Namaste, to see the Divinity in each other and in all.  We will have rounded the bend that is becoming known as the great turning of humanity away from war and destruction and into the golden Age of Peace, with Kindness, honoring and love for us all.

© Josephine Laing, 2015

Gracefully Knocking On Heaven's Door

There can come a time when it is well and good for us to go.  When I was in my teens, my elderly grandfather and I were sitting together side by side, quietly musing in the sun.  He turned to me, placed his hand gently on my knee and said, "I think I'll be going soon.  It's time for me to move over and make room for other people on the planet, so they can come here to live."  I immediately said, "No, Grandpa, don't talk like that."  But he calmly held his place in silence, smiled to himself and nodded.  He did indeed die, quite peacefully, six weeks later.

Sometimes we go to our death kicking and screaming.  Sometimes it's so sudden we don't know what hit us.  But one thing is certain, we will all of us cross that river into the great hereafter one day. 

What we can be most grateful to death about is how it helps us to live while we are here.  Carlos Castaneda said, "When you know that death is stalking you in every moment of your life, your life will become magical because your priorities will change."

To live in grace is to honor all of our spiritual laws: to be kind with one another, to love each other, to give and to receive, to forgive and to understand.  When we live our lives this way, we can meet our deaths with open hearts. 

Having had numerous close brushes with death during the course of my life, I know that any one of us could go at anytime.  This helps me to keep my emotional plate very clean.  If I have a hunch that something is up between us, I ask.  If I wake up thinking about someone, I call.  If I haven't recently told you, "I love you," I do.

So, here we go,  I Love You.  And the truth is, I do.  I'm so grateful to you, yes, you, for your support in reading this blog.  It helps me to have readers, and you know that.  I feel your love and I hope that you can feel mine.  Because, the truth of it is, life is too short for us to be doing anything other than sharing our love.  So, I thank you and I give my love to you.

With that, I want to wish you all a very happy Memorial Day.  May we come to know greater and greater levels of love as we learn how to walk this earth together, blooming and growing, finding our way into the Golden Age of Peace, while we live each of our days, gratefully and gracefully knocking on heaven's door.


© Josephine Laing, 2015