What role does spirituality play in your life?
Posted on Nov 6th, 2009
by
barbara
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for November 06, 2009:
Who am I kidding? I can't answer this question. It is like asking the turtle to describe its shell: it is where I live -- it is how I live -- without it I would die . . .

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I saw this cute Valentine Card that had a picture of two turtles on the front cover next to each other and the comment above it read, “My place or yours? Inside the card was only one turtle shell with two sets of eyeballs in the shell.
It's joy that comes up with things like this.
The joy of living in that amazing mystical place.
Well, watilitb mine or yours?
mabe its the same..
Excellent answer. In fact, the only answer that really makes sense. The rest is just conjecture. What do hell we know what it's like without it? I don't want to know.
Nice photograph! Get your nails done?
Hi, Gabriel. Hi, Sandi – I am about to leave for Phoenix this morning to staff a conference for work (but I am looking forward to being in the desert again after so many years of being away from it, even if just for a few days). It is where I get my nails done, Sandi, and it's about time, don't you think? I believe we live the same spirituality. And, I think that evil does not exist as its own entity but rather as disconnect from good (or God) – lots of people want to take credit for that idea but it comes from the original argument that God had with the Archangel Michael who left heaven, disconnected from God, and became the ruler of evil (aka: Satan). It appears that evil exists separately, but not really, because it still exists within the within the whole spiritual creation; those who we consider evil are living what life is like to be disconnected from their spirituality … or that which is life-giving.
I believe that it is so important for people to feel these words you have written in your last sentence, here, Barb. “It appears that……. or that which is life-giving.”
From my heart to yours…..”V”, and, “Right On!”
Hi, Barbara, I was thinkinen the Presenclf outside the Light. The horrible imaginings of Humans come forth as realities
Hi, Rita – we forget that those who we perceive as evil are, as Sandi has said, humans who are living as presence outside the light; this month's issue of Science of Mind (Nov) is all about forgiveness. I read most of the articles on the plane between Baltimore and Charlotte (currently waiting for the flight to Phoenix); people who have committed acts that we call “evil” are living disconnected from God, from Light, from Spirit, from Source, and have little to guide their thoughts, their words, their actions; we know it, it frightens us, we want to be rid of it because we fear it – any of us could suffer from that detachment – except we choose to remain connected to our spirituality.
As we find and develop this core spiritual self we discover that happiness is an inside.
I highly recommend reading this article more than once.
Let us have compassion for all who are wounded, and yes even those who are quick to find fault in others. I wont mention any names, but you know who I am. ; )
Masquerade
Can you sing, can you dance, can you play?
Always, always, always, live for today.
Come to the ball.
Dance through the hall.
A glorious play for all.
A mask is needed for this play.
Hide thine face, so you can stay.
Watch them twirl and dance.
Behind your mask, watch them prance.
Their eyes, oh their eyes, tell a story.
Of better days, of timeless glory.
Look behind those eyes.
Beneath the mask.
See the lies.
Of which we should not ask.
A masquerade, a party, a ball.
Please, come one! Come all!
Love is a dance.
Of exquisite romance.
The truth, or a lie.
Whatever the hopes, the dreams may die.
Perhaps.
Just perhaps, what you ask?
You'll find happiness behind that mask.
So, won't you come with me?
Hidden, behind your mask you see?
To dance and play.
To laugh and sway.
To die, a little more this day.
Come, to the masquerade.
A gaudy ball, a grand parade.
A party, of childrens cheers.
A twisted gather, of morbid fears.
A calvacade, of cheerful cries.
A dark, dark party, full of lies.
~ Rick Wolfe ~
those words caught me inside as well, Gabriel: we show up as who others expect and want us to be and I am still showing up that way in many areas of my life and what is even more surprising: I am expecting others to show up for me in ways that they are “supposed to be.” It is a belief I am working on releasing. Oh – and looky – you brought poetry to my blog! How thoughtful!
I am expecting others to show up for me
in ways that they are “supposed to be.”
poetry
There going to show up one way or another.
Let us expect love.
Si?
Okay … I'll let them know I expect Love …
And how do you propose to do that, friend?
by being love, of course! And by looking for the love within them! And by finding all of the things I love within them and even if it is just one tiny tiny thing that I find then I will focus on that one thing I love about them to the exclusion of all else until there is nothing they can do except be that love … and if that doesn't work, I'll come ask you …
“by being love”
Always And Forever
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7enLvzlUN4&feature=PlayList&p=E8E1D387515B306A&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=30