We have to be careful where we focus our attention. What we attend to, we become. This is the premise and the rule of all shape-shifting. This is why some folk are filled with light and some are not (and some of us are only some of the time).
Eriugena puts it this way: "Whenever pure intellect knows something perfectly, it is made in that thing and becomes one with it." We are what we understand and are becoming what we are understanding.
As for me, I open to the mystery of the Word becoming flesh. ("In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God...And the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us.") That process is still occurring, eternally occurs. As we allow it, there is a reciprocity that occurs as the flesh becomes the Word -- those holy moments when the two are indistinguishable.
The lotus provides a beautiful imagery of this process -- roots in the mud (human) rising toward the blossoming in the Light (Divine). When we continually focus on our muck, we become more mucky and murky. Our spiritual growth has to do with our focusing on the Light. We lighten up, become radiant. At the same time, we keep in mind the whole lotus and are grateful for the graciousness of this process.
Whatever we attend to, we become. This is our nature. When attending to the Light, we "step down" the Light into the human plane. This is how our world, this world is transformed.
This is such a beautiful process, this interweaving of the particle and the universal, of any given human and the Creative Source. How wonderful to be born a human and participate in this Radiance outpouring!
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ReplyDeleteI was brought up with story time. Sitting in my parent's lap, wallowing in the warmth, resting against the rise and fall of the reader's chest, transported to new places in the encircling comfort of arms... and a book. And now I get to read to my children. Enjoying their enthusiasm and the warmth of their little bodies resting, listening, in my arms... Listening to you, reading from your book, just makes me want to crawl into your lap. Amazing that this cyber connection can still convey the same warmth and enjoyment and enlightenment. Thank you, George. For all that you do.
You are welcome, Amy. It is good to be your neighbor and see you with your children and hanging clothes on the line and running out to give me a freshly baked cookie. You are a good mom.
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