The Village Within

Posted on Apr 21, 2009 5:21 PM

The Village Within

Before time here Now

We traveled many life times in the lives and cultures of earth's ancestors.

Since civilizations expand and contract our journeys do not always return us to the same culture or to the same gender nor to the same composite of matter.

Here within this diversity of life and living there is great joy and great mystery.

So it should be.

I believe that through our love and those who have loved us,

through our study and knowledge, we essentially,

remain connected to our life's purpose.

It is a purpose that intrinsically expands as we expand and

contracts as we spiritually, emotionally, intellectually, and physically contract.

In all our doing and living we carry our purpose (s).

Our devotion to the expression of our purpose enables us to

realize natural opportunities to acquire knowledge and exchange knowledge.

We are hopeful that the exchange of love will be naturally become fluidly exchanged and realized,

with gentle ease, and spiritual freedom, this is all we wish for.

The rest of our wishes are substitutes for the confusion of not feeling sure, balanced and worthy enough to feel and hear spirit speak to us when we are spoken to.

So you could call this ego and you may call this anxiety and you may also call it environmental pollution (in many contaminating forms)...it is not the point of my story to label the problem.

I have been asked to describe a process.

I have been asked what it means when someone ignites with the energy of recognition.

When a memory of the past is retrieved in the form of a faded (inner) photograph. When the words spoken through a stranger are "stranger" in their spiritual meanings than the individual who is speaking can be fully aware. Why would feelings of physical passion and pleasure occur spontaneously?

I possess a belief in spiritual guides, inner families of spiritual parentage, cultivated through ancestral lineage, deep love and lovingly relationships who maintain high levels of motivations to increase our knowledge in the areas of information that will encourage and direct the expansion of our life's purpose. Our spirit guides will remain unheard by those who have not disciplined abilities to stand outside themselves, we may call this, to be present in the moment, and this would be correct but there is more too the moment, when hearing the spirit speak, to learn, to access information beyond comfort and love, to expand our journey's in knowledge in the moments to moments of living we can hear and listen when we are ready to deconstruct all personal attachments to the meaning of the voice...why, who, and what for, are questions, are ideas, that disable the progress of spiritual relationships in prescience.

There is a village within, a village of familiar relatives, teachers, past realities of knowledge.

There is a village in and within you, your spirit guides, your life teachers, your valuable friendships here in the here and now. This inner related connectivity of all who are conduits to knowledge and love, expands your life's purpose, and you theirs. This very intertwined relationship expands the village within, to communities connecting along vast highways of knowing and undiscovered knowledge.

Know this truly; it is through the awareness of the guides around you and within you, that the synergies in your inner village become imbued with a deepening connection. Confidence in the self, confidence in the inner self, confidence in one's holistic balance, opens the confidence to enable the ability to see, hear and respond to the messages spoken.

The discussion boards' talking about the unseen yet felt energies that are sparking vibrations and recognition, circles humming synergously. I was asked my thoughts; ...... to all who wish to learn why, and who speaks (and all the other distracting questions) ......my thought on this is to, ........be present to the village within.....be apart of the activates, and do the chores you are asked to do....living life's purpose begins with the moment but the journey is expansive, eternal and universal.....

Every question does not need an answer....the confidence to proceed without rationalization is faith..................In the village within......the enduring love and realized directions to achieve your life's purpose.....are waiting for you ...right upon the kitchen table....with and within a community of devoted elders who wish nothing more than your greatest success....

The only mystery is; "Why do you choose to hold yourself back from the happiness you wish?"

I put this down, I place it here, it is for the one who sees it and knows it was written for them

Lovingly,

dbc and The Village Within

Replies: 139
136. Re: The Village Within
Nov 4, 2009 6:14 PM   |   In response to: angelsbe


dbc and angelsbe,,,

I have read this piece over and over... and I have yet to know why it is so familiar..

It seems my village within is being illuminated

Elders and friends of now and past...

wow I still cannot grasp it all..

I do feel the beauty here also...

Lots of whispers and I am trying very hard to listen..

I hope more on this subject will be discussed.

blessings to you

g

137. Re: The Village Within
Nov 7, 2009 5:08 AM   |   In response to: giniat16

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138. Re: The Village Within
Nov 9, 2009 7:25 AM   |   In response to: deepbluc


dbc,

I miss you so........... but know that time and space has no bearing on love.

Sending you a bouquet of love.... and the soulful sounds of Claire de Lune...

Sandy

139. Re: The Village Within
Nov 9, 2009 9:28 PM   |   In response to: deepbluc


Today I went tripping down memory lane with live footage, in the timelessness of now, with lesson eight of ACIM fresh in my mind. I drove with my grandson sleeping soundly behind me and with my path clear ahead. My old home town with it's changes and sameness luminated before me and each house, street, community ground, came alive with endless thoughts of times gone by, precious, valuable, personal and happily nostalgic. Each being blessed with lesson eight. Warmth and pleasure was my response to these childhood whispers of what was and it was good. My home, my Mum and Dad's house still stands, so many changes, a work in progress by the owner in residence, little artistic touches showing promise of lovely things to come. I could see my Dad in the garden, loving his life my Mum hanging washing on the old hills hoist, glancing at the man she loves. Nine children in various places, growing, loving, learning, arguing, joking, the bliss of childhood times.

As I passed each memory in full, living color of the now my sense that that was then, this is now grew sharper as I blew a kiss with thanks the things that bought me to this point in my life. I continued on to the place where the form of my ancestors reside, most freshly, my Dad, tears bite at my eyes for the loss of this man that I loved dearly, felt so loved by and connected to yet had lost slowly through the ravages of old age, disease, till his final breath let out relief for himself and relief for me. Free at last. His plaque had been laid and the red roses representing my love for the man that was my dad, now back with the all were lovingly placed in his vase. I read the words written there, not my choice but very apt and loving. A page in a book with a bare page waiting my mother, his wife who still clings to life through illness, she will go in her own time, when she is ready. I thought of his form lying there, deep down, whispered words of love to the breeze that caressed me, a touch of his love. "I love you daddy". My grandson curiously, looked about, taking in the sights and sounds of the grass, the birds, the peacefulness of this, the final resting place of the form of his great grandfather, repeating his name and curious about the rabbit droppings sprinkled all around. I looked around and thought my dad would like it here with the forms of people he knew, a paddock to look over, near the gate to see the comings and goings. I kissed all this goodbye with lesson eight and knowing my Dad was not there, just his form, it had served it's purpose, no longer in use. He is with the one, all, my Son, his Mum, each and every that had gone before him. The question to let the tears I felt come, experience them now came up, Eckhart's words of the pain body being emotion we had not let go of at the time. I had let them go when My Dad first passed and again when it really sunk in and in the years preceding his death with each loss of him along the way.

The now beckoned and I strapped my grandson into the car and headed for home. I was alive with the now, the music, pumping through the heightened awareness of my love and my thanks for all that has led to the now was enriching and encouraging. Wonderful words, music, connecting my then to my now, timelessly. The moment is now and it is all as it should be. Acceptance of death and it's rituals, my emotions, nostalgia and now. Joy in the music of the now and the memory of my dad and times past and the wonder of what is yet to be.

Now is the time of learning for me. Right now, this second, this feeling, this love is now and my connection to timelessness. love to all, here and now

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