Great Spirits Lose Their Keys

A person of deep and guiding spirit is still human. She loses her keys. She forgets your name, the password to her account, and sometimes her own phone number. Even the Highest among us aren’t always so high.
But at these times we can see how we’re not really so very different. We can identify; we with them, and they with us.
And if we are alike in form, couldn’t that offer us some hope that we can reach the same heights in spirit; the same depths of truth; the same richness and meaning for our own lives?
Even those sometimes guided by higher beings still; by great spirits unseen but adored; might have times when they can’t quite connect. Maybe they just don’t feel so lost when it happens. Because they have been there and know it as home.

– Those of you who know me know that I tend to write several books at once. This morning I hoped to get something of my internet-centered novel, “I Am!”. Instead I got the above stirrings of what could be an intro for “Tackling Clara”; a collection of anecdotes from the lives of Dora Kunz and other spiritual teachers.

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Eroded by life

This outer world, our day-to-day lives, can be very distracting. They buffet our minds, emotions, and senses. We let things that happen to us form experiential sores; existential callouses.
As we pick at these, our surface grows tougher. We are less sensitive where we’ve been scarred.
Then we learn that there is a deeper life; we don’t need our toughness and scars anymore. That which grinds away our surface can free our core. As it polishes away the outer shell, the hull, the pod; we find our souls pulsing inside.
– From “The Gardens of Ailana” handbook for mystics & healers

Reaching the hopeless through our own doubt.

My love/guide told me today that if I hadn’t had all those years of suffering and crippling doubt I couldn’t have written the books that I do, and could’t have reached the people I reach. I write books of hope for the hopeless; stories of deep meaning for the lost and out of touch. I couldn’t have come to them in compassion and empathy if I hadn’t myself felt disconnected, and like God and all meaning had turned from me.

When should doctors let us go?

Aside

Beyond a certain point, however well meaning, the medical staff may be merely keeping the physical structure alive, not the person in it. They may be keeping the soul trapped there, hibernating, when it actually wants to live, to reach out and thrive; just not in this body any more.