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Recieved: 2002/11/02 21:45
Subject: [K-list] Giving to All That Is
From: Lady Joyce
On 2002/11/02 21:45, Lady Joyce posted thus to the K-list:
It is Friday, the morning after Halloween. I had to go to court this morning. I have put Lady Dracula away until next year. I am home now. I have had enough for the week, and need some time to spend with my Self alone. No one is home but me. I spend time with my Self. Let's go for a walk now. As I drive around the corner, the raindrops begin to fall on the windshield.
It is raining. I am not really into walking in the pouring rain. The clouds are really dark. The wind is blowing. The trees are swaying. But there are only a few drops. Still, it is raining. You sure you want to walk? Yes...we are still going.
Oh, so you want me to walk in the rain and get wet. Yes.
I will do whatever you tell me to do. My now familiar refrain, but I do not say it as some rote motion. It is born of trust and emotion. I mean it. At least I want to mean it.
I start to walk into the path, starting from the other side of the circle which encloses the field of perennial beauty...I come upon a woman walking her yappy little dog...forget this...I turn around and walk in the other direction....I take a shortcut through the field and begin to walk the same path that I followed a week earlier in my walk In Homage to All That Is.
The same beauty surrounds me. This time, it is late afternoon. The sun is fading, but it has not set. Still, It Is Dark. Not because the sun has set, but because it is the sky which is saturated with moisture, deep gray in its aspect. Slowly releasing Her abundance as the rain softly falls.
After we walk around the field, I am guided to turn left into a path that leaves the main path and goes back to an open space. I have walked there before, just to get away. Please walk back there. All right, but you know, you are really playing it close to the chest today. I wish I knew why you want me to go there... but I will do whatever you tell me to do.
The soft rain continues to fall upon me. I walk down the path to the end where there is a clearing. Over to the left is a round clearing surrounded by trees on all sides except for where I come in.
I turn left again and walk toward the circle.
Right here? Yes, please.
Let us kneel here. Right in the middle? What if someone walks back here and sees me kneeling here? I am uncomfortable with that thought. I step back a few steps from dead center. I try to listen, I really do. But I would be embarrassed if someone saw me on my knees here. Although I have not done what I was told to do, even though I said I would, I am reprieved and forgiven. Not quite center, I kneel down and bow my head to All That Is. It is my Self that I offer. That is All I have to give.
The soft rain continues to fall upon me. As I gaze into the scene, the Wind blows gently into the trees, majestic in their homage to their Mother, each One seeking Her attention. As She runs Her windy fingers through their hair, One after the other, each child receiving its own share of abundance, bows in homage to Her Love, just like me. Her Crowning Glory, the yellows that burn into the sunset, orange flames dancing in the fiery scene before me, red coals burning in their enduring love, quiet soft browns and rust colors.
There is no thunder and lightning today. The geese are uninterested in me. I am not here to receive. I am here to give. My Self. In Surrender. There is a certain quiet intensity to my spirit now. Everything around me seems to have slowed down. I am not in quite the rush as I used to be. I will miss too much.
The soft rain continues to fall upon me. It is time to go. As I get up and turn to leave, I spot a bird's nest in a small tree behind where I knelt, about seven feet up, woven into the branches. Another nest? I wonder if it is a robin's nest. I walk to it. I look up but I cannot see whether there are eggs in it, or the shells of its offspring.
Can I pull this branch and get a closer look? Do what you feel you must...
I want to look closer. Go ahead.
I look up. I would love to take this home today. The nesting season is over. The birds don't need it anymore. Maybe I am supposed to have three nests/. I shake the branches. Maybe I can bend the branch to see if there are shells inside. The branch is too strong to bend much and I can not see. I begin to shake the branch again. Maybe I can knock the nest down and bring it home with me. A small amount of dirt begins to fall. I stop. No, this is not the right thing to do.
I cannot take this nest. I already have one. Isn't that enough? If I shake too hard, the nest might fall apart completely. I stop shaking the branch and move away from the tree. I will not disturb this natural wonder of the world to feed my greed.
I almost took the nest. I was ready to climb up there...Why didn't you stop me? Because it was a decision you had to make yourself.
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