Forwarded from 🔥Embers from Ash🌻 (Ash)
Over time, I began to meet people who also claimed to be led by the Spirit, who also heard the voice of God, but whose Spirit sounded very different from mine. Their God gave different instructions, spoke with a different tone, led them in directions I had been taught were wrong. And yet they seemed just as sincere, just as devoted, just as certain. This confused me at first. It even frightened me. But eventually, it opened a door I hadn’t even known was there. I started to ask a deeper question: If all of us claim to be hearing the same God, then why are we hearing such different things?
When I finally allowed myself to see this, I couldn’t go back. I couldn’t keep pretending that the inner voice I heard was an infallible guide. I started to question it. I stopped obeying it automatically. I began to deprogram my subconscious. I began to unlearn. And something strange happened. The voice became quieter. The constant commentary began to fade. And in its place, there was silence. At first, the silence felt empty, even frightening. I felt like I had lost something sacred. But slowly, I began to see that I hadn’t lost anything. I had uncovered something. Beneath the voice, beneath the layers of belief and theology and fear, there was a stillness I had never known. And it was not hollow. It was full. It was radiant.
What remained was something I cannot fully describe, but I can tell you what it felt like. It felt like peace. It felt like presence. It felt like love without condition. It felt like I was home in myself for the very first time. Not because I had finally become righteous, but because I had stopped trying to prove that I was. I was no longer relating to myself as a sinner, no longer trying to fix what religion had told me was broken. I had discovered something far more honest. I had discovered that I had never been broken. I had only been taught to believe I was.
And perhaps that is what the mystics meant when they said that the words we use for God are just fingers pointing to the moon. What I thought was God was the voice of my conditioning. But what I found beneath that voice was not a person, not a belief, not a dogma, not even a presence that needed to be named. What I found was reality itself. What I found was being. What I found was love.
And it had been there the whole time, waiting for me in the silence.
- Logan Barone
When I finally allowed myself to see this, I couldn’t go back. I couldn’t keep pretending that the inner voice I heard was an infallible guide. I started to question it. I stopped obeying it automatically. I began to deprogram my subconscious. I began to unlearn. And something strange happened. The voice became quieter. The constant commentary began to fade. And in its place, there was silence. At first, the silence felt empty, even frightening. I felt like I had lost something sacred. But slowly, I began to see that I hadn’t lost anything. I had uncovered something. Beneath the voice, beneath the layers of belief and theology and fear, there was a stillness I had never known. And it was not hollow. It was full. It was radiant.
What remained was something I cannot fully describe, but I can tell you what it felt like. It felt like peace. It felt like presence. It felt like love without condition. It felt like I was home in myself for the very first time. Not because I had finally become righteous, but because I had stopped trying to prove that I was. I was no longer relating to myself as a sinner, no longer trying to fix what religion had told me was broken. I had discovered something far more honest. I had discovered that I had never been broken. I had only been taught to believe I was.
And perhaps that is what the mystics meant when they said that the words we use for God are just fingers pointing to the moon. What I thought was God was the voice of my conditioning. But what I found beneath that voice was not a person, not a belief, not a dogma, not even a presence that needed to be named. What I found was reality itself. What I found was being. What I found was love.
And it had been there the whole time, waiting for me in the silence.
- Logan Barone
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Forwarded from TR HQ (TruthRascal)
The Seeker walks alone.
Wandering.
She comes to take a rest under a tree and she asks, “What can you tell me of life?”
And the tree replies, “You must grow. Draw nourishment from the earth and strength from the Sun. And when you are prevented from growing, you must push against whatever is constraining you until it breaks, or you take it within yourself and make it part of you. In this way, you will always be free.”
“Thank you,” she says.
She steps to the river and asks, “What can you tell me of life?”
And the river says, “You must Flow. And when you are prevented, you must wait until the power of your self overcomes the obstacle. In this way, you will always be free.”
“Thank you,” she says, “I am most grateful.”
She looks up at the Sun and asks her question, “What can you tell me of life?” And the Sun replies, “Trust. Trust that I will be here for you always. Trust that my warmth will sustain you and you will know the measure of my Love by the way I feel to you. Trust that I will teach you to Love as I do. In this way you will always be free and you will never perish.”
“Thank you,” she says and continues on her way.
And in that moment she senses the cool water nearby, and hears the tree’s leaves in the wind. The sun shines on her face and she smiles because she understands.
-TR✨💕✨
@TruthRascalHQ
Wandering.
She comes to take a rest under a tree and she asks, “What can you tell me of life?”
And the tree replies, “You must grow. Draw nourishment from the earth and strength from the Sun. And when you are prevented from growing, you must push against whatever is constraining you until it breaks, or you take it within yourself and make it part of you. In this way, you will always be free.”
“Thank you,” she says.
She steps to the river and asks, “What can you tell me of life?”
And the river says, “You must Flow. And when you are prevented, you must wait until the power of your self overcomes the obstacle. In this way, you will always be free.”
“Thank you,” she says, “I am most grateful.”
She looks up at the Sun and asks her question, “What can you tell me of life?” And the Sun replies, “Trust. Trust that I will be here for you always. Trust that my warmth will sustain you and you will know the measure of my Love by the way I feel to you. Trust that I will teach you to Love as I do. In this way you will always be free and you will never perish.”
“Thank you,” she says and continues on her way.
And in that moment she senses the cool water nearby, and hears the tree’s leaves in the wind. The sun shines on her face and she smiles because she understands.
-TR✨💕✨
@TruthRascalHQ
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Forwarded from Overrated Consciousness! (E Of Washington State)
Think we are nearing the finale my friends.
In this movie we have the diabolical and evil players always trying to do us harm, but we also have an unlikely cast of superheroes watching over us.
If you ever saw any of these superheroes on the street, you may not notice any of them to be remarkable.
Many of them are dads and moms, earning a living and taking kids to baseball and basketball practice.
Some have factory jobs, others are hairdressers and delivery drivers.
The common thread they all have is an internet connection, the knowledge of what’s going on in the actual world, and a deep sense of Patriotic anger against those who would enslave us.
I’m talking about you Patriot.
The many nights you stayed up way too late as you went headlong into another rabbit hole, often a dead end.
The many hours you spent trying to share with others the revelations of what Covid is and the evil behind a corrupt government that forced mandates on us.
Q taught us, but it was us they relied on.
In this movie we have the diabolical and evil players always trying to do us harm, but we also have an unlikely cast of superheroes watching over us.
If you ever saw any of these superheroes on the street, you may not notice any of them to be remarkable.
Many of them are dads and moms, earning a living and taking kids to baseball and basketball practice.
Some have factory jobs, others are hairdressers and delivery drivers.
The common thread they all have is an internet connection, the knowledge of what’s going on in the actual world, and a deep sense of Patriotic anger against those who would enslave us.
I’m talking about you Patriot.
The many nights you stayed up way too late as you went headlong into another rabbit hole, often a dead end.
The many hours you spent trying to share with others the revelations of what Covid is and the evil behind a corrupt government that forced mandates on us.
Q taught us, but it was us they relied on.
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Forwarded from 🌻✨️leeludallas✨️🐸
Monday Blessings to you and yours all day Frens 💚🐸✨
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