B”H
25 Tishrei 5773, at a Starbucks in Philadelphia
Dearest Sweet Beloved
Divine Parent,
Thank You for this amazing
opportunity to commune with You that You so kindly provide me with today and every
day. For my own sanity and health I need to bring my heart into close proximity
to Your light on a very regular basis. Otherwise, I am out of touch with so
much of myself; as most of me drifts into slumber away from my Life Source.
It might be claimed that if
I need Your fire to be illuminated then I’m not inherently luminous and all the
bright corners of my emotional caverns are really lit by You. On some level, I
feel great! And that’s all that matters. The ownership of the lights in my
heart is irrelevant. On a deeper level, You own everything anyways. Even what I
delude myself into believing I own, is totally Yours. The ultimate expression
of this is that the length of our lives is not in our hands. The stability of
our possessions and our circumstances is not in our hands. Yes, You made us
co-creators, but, only as a temporary situation. And even within this temporary
situation our roles are limited and You call the shots. So since in the
ultimate sense I can’t lay real claim to anything that conventions of speech
call, “Mine!”, I might as well find true happiness in simply the spiritual
connections You allow me ~ without attaching ownership values to them.
Yes, it’s true that after
the spiritual work of our era is done, You’ll tell each human being, “You’ve
earned so many and so many units of intimacy with My Light.”
However, this is like a
king who decreed land to a beloved. Since it became the beloved’s by a decree,
the land never really left the king’s ownership. The king merely allowed space
for the beloved to express her will on the land.
So even if my inner light
is really Your Light, I’m happy. It might be claimed that my insights and feelings
aren’t my own, but, You override what’s my own. They come from what’s moved
within [me] by Your fire. Still, all true creativity is channeled. It all
starts from the fountain where You and I meet. There, at the meeting place,
there’s no distinction between You and I. That distinction first begins further
downstream. At first it’s blurry, then hazy, then sharper and then sharp.
However, it’s never real. For I never really ventured downstream. I only
dreamed the journey, while the whole time cradled in Your nurturing bosom;
never separate, never distinct. You dreamed through me [while infinitely
awake].
Thank You [for this session
in communion] …
Love and Kisses ...
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