The Grace of the Heavens Descending

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Zacciah Blackburn, PhD
“The ancients have always known it, and have graced us with their wisdom teachings.  The Grace of the Heavens descends upon us, always.  And, the blessings of the Holy Ones, of all traditions, are with us constantly.
Do we realize it? Do we take the time to listen, to receive, to perceive the undaunting caress, the careening of gifts descending upon us at all times?  Or, do we focus our attention upon a small aspect of our lives, often that includes wounding or suffering, memories of calamity, loss, grief, stress, or chaos, or anticipation of such?  I do not mean to make light of the intense calamities and suffering so many of us face, or have faced.  Yet, it is true, what we focus our attention upon is what creates our reality.  It is our awareness, the level of consciousness we choose to embrace, which supercedes all other realities, no matter how evident they are.  As my good friend Freddy Silva is known to say, those who believe, know they have to believe to see.  Those who do not believe, believe they have to see to believe….”
Zacciah is a clear voice of the 2012 energies. He is a spiritual teacher, healer and educator who works with sound, the natural world and other ancient traditions. We have one of his crystal singing bowls that we use at home. If you would like to read the whole article please go to:
http://thecenteroflight.net/Article.The_Grace_Of_The_Heavens.html
his home page is: http://thecenteroflight.net/
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Mae-Wan Ho on the music of ‘life’

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To get a feeling for the organism, imagine an immense super-orchestra, with instruments spanning the widest spectrum of dimensions from molecular piccolos of 1billionth of a meter up to a bassoon or a bass viol of a meter or more, performing over a musical range of seventy-two octaves. Incredible as it may seem, this super-orchestra never ceases to play out our individual lifelines, with a certain recurring rhythm and beat, but in endless variations that never repeat exactly. Always, there is something new, something made up as it goes along. It can change key, change tempo, change tune perfectly, as it feels like, or as the situation demands, spontaneously and without hesitation. What this super-orchestra plays is the most exquisite jazz, jazz being to classical music what quantum is to classical physics. One might call it quantum jazz. There is a certain structure, but the real art is in the endless improvisations, where each and every player, however small, enjoys maximum freedom of expression, while maintaining perfectly in step and in tune with the whole. There is no leader or conductor, and the music is written as it is played.

Krishnamurti on Love

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Do you understand what simple love is ? Not the complexity of sexual love, nor the love of God, but just love, being tender, really gentle in one’s whole approach to all things. … But how is there to come into being this sensitivity which makes you alert not do do any harm to people, to animals, to flowers? Are you interested in all this? You should be. If you are not interested in being sensitive, you might as well be dead – and most people are. Though they eat three meals a day, have jobs, procreate children, drive cars, wear fine clothes, most people are as good as dead.

Do you know what it means to be sensitive? It means surely to have tender feelings for things…To be sensitive is to feel for people, for birds, for flowers, for trees – not because they are yours, but just because you are awake to the extraordinary beauty of things. …The moment you are deeply sensitive you naturally do not pluck the flowers; there is a spontaneous desire not to destroy things, not to hurt people, which means having real respect, love. To love is the most important thing in life. But what do we mean by love? When you love someone because that person loves you in return, surely that is not love. To love is to have this extraordinary feeling of affection without asking anything in return.

from Krishnamurti’s  “Think on These Things”, a series of essays originally published in 1964