The [reason for] our daily work is to bring us to a point of conscious awareness of God's presence.
In this higher consciousness, you will experience My peace, My meat, wine, water, My life, My joy. In this consciousness, you experience the kingdom of God and His strength, His power, His wisdom. This is the Fourth Dimension of Life. -- Joel Goldsmith, "The Heart of Mysticism"
It is a puzzlement that I can so thoroughly want what Goldsmith writes about and do the necessary work and experience real changes in my consciousness... and get turned bum over bucket at blocks to my reasoning mind. As in, I am in the process of learning my powerlessness over my new Tablet. It's like learning to type all over again, and I don't have the patience I had at 15...when I had none at all now that I think about it.
Here's me saying I don't have the patience, when I am very well aware that we have all the patience we'll ever need within us right this very minute just waiting to be used. (Why do spiritual principles sound so sanctimonious when we're ticked off? Feels like they're being used at us. AND here's me peeved at me for lecturing me!)
I wish this thing had a clock on it that would show how long it took me to type just that paragraph. Sheez! I'm ready to go back to bed.
Yesterday morning I couldn't get the thing to turn on...I finally yelled at God that I know he has my back but he was going to have to get up in my brain if we were ever going to get this sucker to work.
With which I hit the right button and it came on... coincidence? Or God's got a perverted since of humor? Somehow "grace" doesn't seem to fit.
Enough. God can and will if sought... or he'd better because I'm clueless.
Thank you.
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