Take Eddie Murphy for Instance.

Although Change and Evolution are first cousins they are not of the same nucleus unit.  Whereas Change is a constant circle of birth, death and rebirth; Evolution is a forward-moving linear line.  Eyes washed by divine blood easily determine that a lifetime is to change as a soul-existence is to evolution.  There is much truth in the old wives tale which states: Show me a boy at 20 and I’ll show you a man at 70.  We don’t alter we expand.

 

It was just after meditation when I heard it . . . Eddie Murphy and Tracey Edmonds are filing for divorce.  Living by the Sound Words; I will speak neither of the divorce itself nor of the fact that Mrs. Edmonds was formerly married to a top musician/producer; instead I bring spotlight to the fact that after all these years Mr. Murphy’s decision making process hasn’t appeared to have evolved.  When the world was first introduced to the beautiful comedian with a golden smile and heartwarming laugh excitement was in the air.  With determination and development Mr. Murphy grew to command large audiences for his well received stand-up performances no matter his subject matter- speaking of his coming of age adventures with such tantalizing control that his listeners became paralyzed by laughter.

 

It was no secret fore we all knew that he had a wondering eye and an undying appetite for the flesh of women.  This is what placed him in a position where he manifested circumstances where he was best not seen granting the all important opportunity for serious life reflection and growth.  This was Mr. Murphy’s golden moment when everything that is us while on this Earth is deep in the moonlight and the shadows which block our change is truly seen in the brightest light.  I for one would think that this would be the case and after a stream of family movies I thought that it was.  The hopeless romantic am I.

 

Once the struggle was over and the gratitude of finally returning to Hollywood’s A-list released its last drop, Mr. Murphy reminded himself of who he truly is— a man that’s hungrier for the flesh than for the spirit.  A truth state that it is not during hard times that a man’s true character is displays but during times of harvest and as the tickets were sold and checks cashed slowly the Test of Will was upon him and he failed.  First there was the divorce from his wife, destroying an environment in which he could continue learning to trust and love then he was involved with Scary Spice and that created a life that he denied until the parental test proved otherwise.  Two major steps back toward the freedom to chase the flesh.

 

I believe that somewhere deep down Mr. Murphy understood this and in a classic performance of why only God can cleanse the hearts of men he decided to ‘hook-up’ with Mrs. Edmonds.  Without a true repentance he had no choice but to return to the darkness of desiring something that he can never obtain and since she still had healing to do (she said yes to his mess at some point before the ‘I do’) it was only a matter of time before this union was going to falter. Without the Hand of God he will always be what he’s always been a flesh chaser.

 

Maybe now that Mr. Murphy has gone through public prying of his life, situations that I know he would prefer to remain in the dark, multiple marriages, children born out of wedlock and even the kids that were conceived as the Word states are now without a father in the home.  Mr. Murphy has gone through cycles of change and still he has yet to evolve. 

 

But there is still tomorrow; especially if Jesus doesn’t drop by.  I hold hope in my heart that after this divorce Mr. Murphy will sit down with God and discover how to deal with his taste for the illusion thereby limiting the string of consequences to come with his innate weakness.

 

Archangel Daniel, please heal the heart of those who desire the touch of the flesh over the sight of the divine never to understand HIS meaning of a mate.

American Gladiators returns !!

Concurring with the definition provided by the earlier forbidden art of Tarot . . . moving forward from the Magician card to that of the High Priestess yields divinely guided chances to gain introspection; for downloading words from Heaven; feeling the accumulation of spiritual power and developing a deeper relationship with self.  These are the moments in which wisdom is justified and wickedness identified.  As individuals re-plugged into the grid, we have returned from generosity and Love of Unity . . . or God made flesh, to accomplishing our principal task of making it back home to the Higher Heavens brighter than the day we were born. Normally, the question for us would be this: as we stand on a new ledge admiring our newest photo of the true self within who meets with God; are we strong enough to maintain until the transmutation is complete?   Mercifully we exist during a joyous period that’s both informative and ecstatic which comes directly from divine intervention so enjoy . . . relax!

 

From the first episode I fell deeply in love with the revamped show American Gladiators on NBC.  The courses are the same with the exception of an addition of water for good measure while the gladiators are as tough as remembered with distinct names and heighten personalitie.  I was a fan as a girl so when the show came on last night I made certain that my son had the opportunity to watch and he’s hooked.  As a mother I enjoyed watching my son get drawn into the smack talking, throw downs and fast thinking displayed- before he knew it bedtime was upon him.

 

Unlike RAW, Ultimate Fighter and other sport shows that lean on the natural hunger man has for witnessing a good fight Gladiators keeps it family friendly.   Safety is a must demonstrating the importance of protection; mouths are clean and mean placing a spotlight on remaining witty even during the darkest moments; crossing the finish line is what counts no matter how behind or ahead you may be and having loved ones in the audience giving support is acknowledged . . . unity.  This is on top of the fact that two former champions, one a male professional wrestler the other a female pro boxer, host with ease keeping the viewers attention during course switches- patience is a virtue.

 

The prize of a new car, job and $100,000 is a nice touch of measured materialist exchange.  As I sat on the sofa, my son on the loveseat, I realized (once again) that the changing of the guards is now with us in all ways and in all directions.  A beaming smile took my face as my spiritual mother and I watched my son’s face light up upon knowing that both of us watched a “boy’s” show that he was about to watch and we enjoyed that show so much that we were going to watch with him now.  Anything that brings united vibrations to my family -and is uplifting- has my vote.

 

It would appear redundant to the cleansed eye to state my recommendation of American Gladiators . . . especially since it’s tried and true.

 

Archangel Gabriel, thank you for bestowing visual entertainment which reminds and unwind.       

The hermit, the man . . . our fear.

Only true wisdom is shared and once that happen darkness is picked out and crushed with the same swiftness that a hawk uses to snatch his prey.  Once one thinks that they can pull the wool over the eyes of another who walks in the light of God with lies and manipulation then one has automatically placed themselves up to be struck down with divine light.  Although an enlighten soul fears no man, fore there is nothing on earth greater than God, that doesn’t mean that deception does not stop by.  On the Contrary the openness, trust and dedication to the greater whole of man often place a divine heart in a position where their display of true power is tested.

 

There was a man of the age of 45 and all his life he was taught to keep trouble and mayhem rotating; a large family he belonged to but each was out to take care of self- his mother wasn’t a mother so he knew no better.  This man who proclaimed his devotion to God (through church participation and dating women with half faith in our Lord) knew nothing else but how to hurt . . . words flowed from his mouth since childhood which took from others- he was a modern day vampire.  Money was his drug and the weak his dealer. 

 

One day the man came across a hermit filled with abundance and generosity.  Now the man knew that the hermit was kind and giving willing to share all that he had if asked with sincerity and a willingness to listen; so he went to the hermit home with an unconscious intent to take.  Although the hermit was wise to the man’s ways he believed that all whom crossed his path deserved the opportunity to receive the light which is the God-Force.  When the man first went inside his ways were obedient and respectful; he told the hermit all about the troubles that he’d experienced as a child and young adult.  The hermit felt his pain and knew of his troubles well before the man spoke a word yet the hermit knew not that the man was lying.  Day after day the hermit fed the man physically and spiritually informing the man that if darkness was in the core of the man’s heart then it too would come to light and all love which was would be replaced with the fear which is.

 

Days went by and soon the man had forgotten the lies that were told; checks and balances which he kept in place to remain safe in his mirage slipped by the way side.  And one morning the hermit ran into another that had been mistreated by the man . . . the truth was told yet the hermit remained calm.  Thanking this person and giving blessings for the exchange, the hermit returned home waiting not for the man but knowing he would come expecting to receive what he had always got.  Three days later the man finally came to visit and the hermit welcomed him in, sat him down and gave him some tea.  As the moon rose this night the man began to feel that things had changed and rose to leave but before he could get to the door the hermit gave him a little box and a quaint smile.

 

The man was well aware of the power which the hermit possessed and his instincts told him that there was something threatening in the box so the man made the decision to bury the box in his back yard never to approach the hermit again. 

 

Thirty years passed and the hermit never heard anymore about the man again until on the thirty-third day of that year when the sister of the man knocked on the hermit’s door.

“Excuse me.” The woman was fearful.  “My brother passed away three weeks ago; when my cousin and I were digging up his belongings- from his back yard- we found this little box.  I know that this is your symbol and that my brother used to visit you could you tell me what’s in the box.”

 

The hermit thought deeply- he knew that the sister and cousin were just as greedy and selfish as the brother.  “It is nothing more than what your brother deserved.  I’m surprised that he never opened it.  Oh well, it’s yours now.”  He closed the door saying no more, no less.

 

When the woman returned home her cousin was waiting anticipating what the old hermit had to say.  Once she shared what was told to her the two sat at the kitchen table debating what they should do with the box.  They decided that they should rebury it. 

 

Sad, little did they know that the hermit had placed three blessings in there: truth, integrity and joy.

 

There are many walking today who are like the man, his sister and their cousin; we all know that what we give out we get back three times and those that take and lie are so steep in fear of what will come back to them that when a true gift comes they’re afraid to even come near it- especially if its hidden deep down.  For the few who are like the hermit seeing such darkness giving is an easy way to not hurt anyone and not get hurt themselves.

 

When will we let go of the “get what you want giving as little as you can” mentality?  When will we stop blocking the blessings that are rightfully ours?  When will we all walk in the belief that no man on this earth can hurt us because no one wants too?  This is such an abundant universe and one would think that after all these years and growth of population it would be known that God can provide for all of us. 

 

But before such healing can take place a true “stepping in” what we’ve taken from another must be admitted . . . just as the man should have spoken his truth to the hermit.  The effects of slavery are still causing Americans today to live in the fear that someone will take and hurt.  The truth about the manner in which land/custom/people were taken from Native Americans must be looked at honestly outside the frame of comedy and children plays before that healing can come.  Those who built any significant tool used by man today have had to fight to give . . . it still happens sfore the status quo does not go down without struggle . . . and even this elfishness must “stand up” before the healing can come.

 

So many of us just want to live life as we are- divine beings; yet as a whole we won’t until we convince the next one that this planet is safe while walking in full light.  I always say to be able to stand naked before God is the greatest freedom granted on this earth . . . naked being the key word.  There’s a little box handed to each of us but until we have the strength to open it we will continue to miss out on the blessings that enable us to live as we truly are.  Remember there are only two emotions- love and fear.

 

Archangel Sandalphon, help us to receive the gifts which God has for us as individual and as whole.

   

Let the Recently Dead Be!

Incarnation accepted provides so much freedom from the restraints that comes with being in the world.  Belief in reincarnation is a gift; allowing us the opportunity to embrace our alienable right of celebrating the dead.  Without reincarnation we can not comprehend or truly appreciate another’s return home to the higher heavens . . . at least not in a manner which is healthy for the whole of man.  

 

Everyone close to me knows that I have a few wishes/instructions for when I die.  First, I’m gonna be late to my funeral . . . no ifs, ands or buts about it and anyone who attempts to make it otherwise will be hunted by me until I return to the earth plane in a ‘new’ human temple.  Secondly, after the final group gathering before the destruction of my current physical form, do not place me in the ground . . . trust me, placing my lump of dirt in dirt is not something that I look forward to considering that even as I write this editorial I’m really fed up with being surrounded by dirt.  Thirdly, due to my said feelings about my empty temple, please, cremate me . . . the faster the better.  Lastly, flush my ashes down the toilet fore the throne in my bathroom has been my place of meditation and prayer longer than I’ve currently been awake.

 

It is our selfishness which cause us to continuously mourn and cry over no longer being able to spend ‘time’ with someone who once walked as we’re walking.  Our greed prevent us from being able to see that out deceased loved one has made it out of this fight and returned to the Source, Creator, Mother, Father.  Why else would we cry and verbalize our desire to still have them here with us on earth . . . oh yeah, like I want to pass on my opportunity to rest from the war between light and dark which lies deep in the heart of man.  We’re the ones still here battling, keeping our sword sharp, unpeeling the layers which prevents our true light to shine- not them . . . they’re in the light now! 

 

I’m not stating that grief of loss has no place in our life but instead I’m asking should we include in the celebration the fact that one we love has temporarily left this battlefield behind. 

 

We’ve all heard the arguments of how clean we have made the entire process of cutting physical ties- one last time to honor the dead- so why are we holding on so tight to a title that was only here for a blink of the eye?  Looking at this from a unified, eternal existence someone who agreed to walk our current journey with us has now returned home . . . have we received that part of our soul that they carried?  Did we return theirs?

 

Sad . . . we’re looking at this based on direction of the great wizard of oz; viewing the death of our loved ones with mirrors and smoke.  Not me, please, when I die see things as they are and know that I have not left you . . . how could I?  If anything look at me as my son or his wife or someone is closing the lid on my casket and analyze whether I kept my promise to you . . . while we walked earth did I divinely return to you that which you trusted me with when we were both in heaven?  Hopefully the answer will be yes that way every time you’re in the shower or taking a bath you’ll say: I’m glad that Andielle gave me back that piece of my soul which she was holding on too but I’m even more pleased with the fact that she’s no longer here dealing with trying to get some of this dirt off her.  

 

Archangel Metatron pull out your big book and begin reading the chronicles which are us the individual and the whole.  

    

Gift Cards . . . What’s your pleasure?

The way things are set up only one “item” can hold a space at any one time- okay there are a few exceptions. But in general God will place only one desire within an allocated amount of energy at one time. How often have you heard New Age/Spiritual leaders instruct their followers to release “what you don’t want in order to receive what you need?” How many times have I spoke these same words within the frame of Enlighten Christian Spirituality?

 

With the countdown to the designated celebration of Jesus birthday in full swing once again one of the big gifts of the moment is the Gift Card. How this came about I really don’t know . . . remember I spent some years in hiding as a hermit running from the very thing that I’m now doing. Yet, I do have my theory (okay rationalization . . .) since we currently live in a society which demands five to six figures in order to maintain the American standard of living this means more often than not both parents are outside of the house. I’m certain that a self-help author has already explained that stronger relationships with co-workers than with family have become the norm since we spend the bulk of our time at the office. So I ask, when was the last time someone at the office gave you a five/ten dollar gift card instead of some small trinket for their secret Santa gift? For some reason that’s not the norm . . . then why is it for loved ones?

 

Children have so much that by the time they’re able to shop for themselves mom & dad don’t know what to add to the endless list of belongings. But then again that’s my nice way of saying that most parents don’t know what to buy their children to help them along their spiritual path. So gift card it is.

 

The family unit is slaughtered and personally I don’t want to be around certain people during Holy Days let along spend time pretending that I know what they need in their lives other than an honest one-on-one conversation with God . . . what about you? So gift card it is.

 

But none of the aforementioned tackles the fact that without knowing someone you can not possibly begin to know what to buy them of true spiritual significance. We have placed so much of ourselves outside of the home and/or into the fight that when it comes time to follow Christmas custom we’re lost and in walk the little plastic cards. Gift cards allow us to display our love with the one thing that we seem to not be able to get enough of- easy money. For adults, okay, I can bite my tongue with the knowledge that they can at least consider purchasing something that will feed their soul but this can not be the case with children. Children need guidance that’s why we’re their parents. For one to settle on the fact that a gift card is easy and still get the job done . . . remember the easy route is more often than not the wrong route.

 

How man generations will pass before the norm for the eldest adults is to reminiscence of Christmas past bringing forth the image of unwrapping gift cards that were spent the next day? But more importantly how many will it take before it’s looked upon as sad?

 

Archangel Sariel, although it is winter we could use your energy this season.