Just a few words I had on God’s Portraits. www.youtube.com/shorts/P7ECuq4sN-g
Hundreds of breakthroughs, mostly unnoticeable, littered my path to distract me toward lessons deeper than life itself. Dozens of breakthroughs, all unique and seemingly independent, left me to wonder if this was/is The One (Breakthrough of Breakthroughs)!! But several years trudged on in the life of happy choices AKA destiny.
Then more and more and deeper and darker the lights become useless, and the rays of darkness with immense, mysterious beauty engulfed my entire comprehension. Every brand of the holy-water tear was tasted and tested, recognized, and labeled like Adam's un-naming animals and plants. Only trust and choice remained as I floated in the dark river of death. Now darkness is as day and daylight can longer require of its captives mud and straw, for the sacred rains dissolved all meaninglessness of this illusory world. The hibernation lasted until the oceans dried up, but the living waters served up spiritual oxygen.
Some years ago, I was traveling the Dark Night of the Soul. Had you ever made this journey yourself, the above-stated 'Musings" would be second-nature and ironically indescribable with logical vocabulary, a sacred space where poetry alone eclipses the sun of reason, giving birth to the Rumi and Hafiz beyond life & death.
What started my journey was twofold: the first divorce, and the second, a relationship with a practicing alcoholic herself ultimately being found dead by her daughter, cause of death, drinking. A book had been recommended by a public speaker (and friend) from Hazelden presenting at “The Recovery Church” in St. Paul. After the presentation, I drove to The Mecca of All Bookstores (Barnes & Noble) looking for the recommended book, titled, "Addiction & Grace," written by Gerald May.
I found it on a bottom shelf, but next to it stood another book that enchanted my soul with moonlit trees barely discernable on its’ cover, titled, "The Dark Night of the Soul, penned by the same author. The "Spirit in my Chest" verified I was to have this book, so I carried it and the other book to the clerk and made my purchase. One might easily read the book, “The Dark Night of the Soul” in a day, but it took me two & one-half years to read it because I was living every word. One more year elapsed before I had reason to believe I had come through to the other side of marginally normal living, back in the world but no longer of the world.
Making the mystical journey is not strongly suggested for the strong, for the strong will collapse and perhaps fail at the Herculean Vulnerability required to pass this test.
Thank you for feeling these words.
I couldn't look at this write for long...back then. Make your wounds your wisdom. I remember who I AM every day. Those days are gone.
It’s all beautiful, every crevasse of wonderment. Trust is the ultimate freedom.