Vol.
1 Issue 2, SUMMER 1997
| By Marj Massey
In all places throughout time there have been men and women of wisdom. Those who are wise are not information gatherers but askers and listeners. They understand the world from a perception that acknowledges only what is unifying. In the midst of separation, they witness union and teach this manifestation, knowing that despite appearances only oneness is real. The truth is that each of us inherently has the gift of wisdom if we choose to let what is within us from our Creator be manifested. We are victimized only by our self-designation, for every encounter and event are simply our thoughts materialized. Controlled interaction or the inability to interact reflects the need to see life determined by our desires and not by an abiding truth. Wise people look out and see nothing confronting in a situation because there is nothing confronting in their thought. Confronting experiences are simply misperceptions that are released when life is acknowledged to be the reflection of an individually expressed wholeness. Pain is resistance to that wholeness. Peace is acceptance. Trusting life and not our personal ideas about life is frightening since we like and want to believe we are in control. We are responsible for the outcome of everything we believe we control while everything we surrender to the highest manifestation of wholeness will result in peace and harmony for everyone involved in the experience. Goodness does not bless selectively. This past Easter I allowed a holy experience to transpire and clearly saw how my surrender resulted in a wonderful unity. I had invited relatives for the holiday weekend. The day before the guests' arrival my mother (my parents live with me much of the year) complained that I had overcommitted myself. Although I had been asking for divine assistance and believed that I was receiving guidance, I felt I needed to reaffirm my faith since my mother's concern challenged my trust in a process I am not wise enough to request and acknowledge consistently. I told her that God was helping me now and would help me with the Easter dinner preparation. My mother smirked at this dependence on God. I too had often called upon Him as a courtesy, while relying on self-devised solutions. But this time my thoughts rose above the fear lurking in both our minds. I insisted that He would help. The entire weekend was a time of peaceful connection. The dinner was undoubtedly the most tasty meal ever prepared in my kitchen, with everyone contributing in some way to what we all enjoyed. With relish some of us ate two or three helpings plus dessert without feeling full. I had asked for and each of us had received the joy of sharing and the peace of oneness. And this oneness is what the wise perceive and only what they perceive in every circumstance. Copyright ©Marj Massey, 1992-1997 |
