It is because we don't know who we are, because we are unaware that the kingdom of heaven is within us, that we behave in the generally silly, the often insane, the sometimes criminal ways that are so characteristically human. We are saved, we are liberated and enlightened, by perceiving the hitherto unperceived good that is already within us, by returning to our eternal ground and remaining where, without knowing it, we have always been.
My mother has always been the point i calibrated myself against. In knowing where she was, i could always locate myself, as well. These months she'd been gone, i felt like i'd been floating, loose and boundaryless, but now that i knew where she was, i kept waiting for a kind of certainty to kick in. It didn't. Instead, i was more unsure than ever, stuck between this new life and the one i'd left behind.
May today be peace within. May you trust your highest power that you are exactly where you are meant to be... May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith. May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you... May you be content knowing you are a child of god... Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise, and love. It is there for each and every one of you.
Many are whispering that voldemort must be behind it. However, that is the point: they whisper. They darent confide in each other, not knowing whom to trust; they are scared to speak out, in case their suspicions are true and their families are targeted. Yes, voldemort is playing a very clever game. Declaring himself might have provoked open rebellion: remaining masked has created confusion, uncertainty, and fear.
I think kwan intended to show me the world is not a place but the vastness of the sou. And the soul is nothing more than love, limitless, endless, all that moves us toward knowing what is true....If people we love die, then they are lost only to our ordinary senses. If we remember, we can find them anytime with our hundred secret senses.
A lover asked his beloved, do you love yourself more than you love me? Beloved replied, i have died to myself and i live for you. I've disappeared from myself and my attributes, i am present only for you. I've forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you i've become a scholar. I've lost all my strength, but from your power i am able. I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.
Ceremony is an invention to take off the uneasy feeling which we derive from knowing ourselves to be less the object of love and esteem with a fellow-creature than some other person is. It endeavours to make up, by superior attentions in little points, for that invidious preference which it is forced to deny in the greater.