I’m experimenting with this peace that I feel.
I’ve found that I can find peace within me. Until now, I’ve either breathed it up from my heart or else waited for it to “visit” me, as with a wisp of bliss or a wave of love. But peace does not float by. It simply is.
Once I recognize it for what it is, it blossoms within me and I feel a sense of solidity. (1)
But this time I went looking for it and found it. This is definitely a new development.
Now love is arising as I breathe it up and so I have the combination, at this moment, of love and peace.
Against this backdrop, the Canadian election is today. A car has just been driven into a block party here in Vancouver and killed 11 people, throwing public safety into stark relief as a campaign issue. And that in turn has the electorate, I believe, focus on who the more human of the two candidates is, whom do we trust more? Etc., etc.
I feel a shakiness in my legs when I think about the mayhem we’re all of us facing right now. But I breathe love into that part of my body and maintain my peace with it. I’m using it like a fire hose, to put out the flames of anxiety and concern. …
I’m now using love like Windex, and my peace is the window plus the man wiping it clean.
The proverb-maker had it right when they said all depended on which one I feed – anxiety or peace? THIS peace, this higher-dimensional peace about which I, a wrangler from youth, knew absolutely nothing way back then, allows me to hold on to love as the latter peeks in.
Love really is the wood and the nails and the glue and the solvent. Peace is the foundation of the house that love builds.
Love builds it from itself. We may use love blindly. We may build from it not knowing that it’s love we build from. But somehow, in a way unknown to me, love reflects our desires to have or reject; it attracts and repels; and, in ways I don’t comprehend but get a glimpse of, love builds what we want.
We cannot listen to the orchestra as long as the audience is chatting. Peace is the sine qua non for the piece to begin.
And I don’t mean outer peace although that helps. But there is no outer peace now so what hope is there for us?
The hope springs from the fact that love is present in war and peace, ghetto and palace, chaos and harmony. Peace may not be.
That may be too much to ask in some countries, like Cathy Buckle’s Zimbabwe, for instance. Right now, that is.
But love is always present, always there to be breathed up from the bottom of the heart, the seat of the soul, where the Self resides.
It’s interesting that, in the direst of circumstances, where we’re reduced to what never leaves us, love always remains. We retain the power to attract and repel. … Interesting….
Footnotes
(1) Michael acknowledged that abiding within peace feels like having your feet on granite, on solid ground:
Archangel Michael: So, when you think of things that you should do, are supposed to do, might do, and it doesn’t ignite that fire of excitement, and that granite of peace, then you are being given an important piece of information, which is ‘look elsewhere.’ Is that clear?” (“Transcript ~ Archangel Michael: You Have Chosen to Be the New Paradigm of Love, May 31, 2018,” June 7, 2018 at http://goldenageofgaia.com/2018/06/07/transcript-archangel-michael-you-have-chosen-to-be-the-new-paradigm-of-love-may-31-2018/.)