Another thing that comes up for me at the holidays is sadness over loved ones who have died or moved far away. I particularly miss my brother Jeff, who died of AIDS at age 35 in 1990. In the past I used to try to stuff such feelings with food, overspending, or overwork. Now I ask Spirit to help me relax around my grief, and let myself feel it, offering it to the Heart of Love as I weep.
Millions of cells are born and die within a human body every year. Millions of persons are born and die on planet Earth every century. Millions of worlds are born and die every aeon. None of this matters [more than] when a single creature suffers.
You tend to view things as important because they are big. Big cars, big bank accounts, big scores on the playing field, big numbers of follows on Facebook, big expectations fulfilled. God does not view reality like this. To God, size is meaningless. God values everything equally.
When you think about this, you feel both glad and outraged. Glad, because you have felt less-than most of your life: less attractive, less successful, less masculine, less accomplished, less spiritual, less devoted, less worthy of life than many other beings. You feel outraged, because how can we say God values everything equally when innocents perish in agony every day?
It is necessary to let go of your expectations that God is a human only. God is not merely a human. God is a cow, a tree, a molecule of carbon. God is a light photon, a galaxy, a quark, a field of dark matter. God is everything that is, was, and ever shall be, and God’s consciousness finds form within you.
Does God suffer when you suffer? Of course, for you are part of God, and God feels what you feel. “Why then does He not intervene to stop my pain?” you cry in your despair. Because you are God’s hands of rescue. Because you are God’s voice of hope. Because you are the light of the world. And so are those around you.
As we see it, God manifests most readily and helpfully in the lives of those who open their hearts to others: other humans, other animals, other ideas, other folkways. God is diversity and unity both. The more diversity you open your heart to, the more you let the God in others into your heart, the more the God in your heart will make itself manifest in your daily life.
No one recovers from addiction, grief, trauma, illness, or pain alone. Complete recovery is only available to an individual if that individual asks for help from the God in others, takes action to seek the God in others and ask it for help. God can show itself in the bored clerk at the pharmacy counter, in the heart-sick police officer with the mask of uncaring, in the haughty politician, and in the violent self-trapped addict, but even more so in the openhearted, the loving, the kind, the caring, and the committed person. The God in everyone and everything works miracles of love every day, but it is you who work them: you, your animals, your plants, your earth, your rain, your solar system, your galaxy, your multiverse. All that is continually expresses the nature of God, which is Love, and takes no thought for itself, but only for its creation, and how it may win that creation back to itself, so that it knows the bliss of conscious recognition of the God within.
You say how can this be? A rock is not a living thing. Rain is not a living thing. How can the nature of a rock be Love? How can the nature of the rain be Light? These things are unaware. They cannot make choices. They cannot initiate action. On one level this is true. But on a deeper level, Love is the force that keeps atoms together and tears them apart. Connection, resistance, melding, expansion, communication are all aspects of Love. Love is resistance? Yes. Love resists forces that wish to negate it. Love resists being turned into what it is not intrinsically.
You are not a meat machine. The universe is not a mindless mechanism. Like the universe, you are an aggregate entity composed of many elements, each of them conscious, each of them possessed of qualities unique to it. And that is what God is, too. That is why many psychics and spiritual people prefer to refer to God as All-That-Is.
Yet God does not value the whole more than the parts that make it up. Your bible says that God notes the death of every sparrow, and makes the life giving rain to fall upon those who do good and those who do evil both. God does not play favorites, but God eagerly seeks to manifest itself to the consciousness of every being open to experiencing that manifestation.
During this season of holy days in your culture, consider the possibility that it is not simply your Jesus Christ who is Love and Light expressing itself in flesh. You are, too. Jesus Christ simply illustrates what can happen when one working class man from Israel gives himself entirely over to the divinity lying at the core of him. And there are many other examples as well.
When you gaze upon the holiday lights in the streets, on your television, or in your house, think of all these lights as your brothers and sisters, specks of infinitely precious Love and Light whose natural tendency is to gravitate towards one another. Stop trying to be happy in isolation. Stop trying to heal behind your room’s closed doors. Open the doors wide, and seek out those persons, places, and situations in which the Love and Light most readily are apparent. For by allowing ourselves to be loved, we learn to love in turn; by allowing ourselves to be helped, we help others as well; and by eating the Light we manifest it more brightly.
And we thank you for sharing.
— Channeled 8:14 pm Thursday, December 19, 2013, in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
The story goes that when Mary and Joseph were waiting in the stable for the baby Jesus to be born, they realized that they had run out of food. “Mary will be hungry after the baby is born,” thought Joseph. “But where will I find food at this hour? All the inns are full.” The cows in the stable were concerned for the Holy Family, but all they had to offer the Virgin Mother was straw. “And I do not think that humans eat straw,” said the head cow.
In a chink in the stable wall lived a family of rats. All the other animals despised them as vermin, and so did the humans of Bethlehem. But the head rat, observing the plight of the Holy Family, said to her family, “We must help these folk, for the One Who is coming into the world this night brings the love of God to all creatures, even the most lowly.” So she had the other rats burrow down to their underground storehouse, where they had grain hidden; and as quietly as possible they brought the grain up into the stable, where they piled it not far from the pallet of straw upon which Mary was lying.
When Joseph saw the rats, he brandished his staff and began to chase them away. But the Virgin said, “No, husband; stay your hand; for surely these beasts would not act in this way were the Holy One’s hand not upon them.” And so Joseph relented, and the rats continued to pile grain before the Holy Couple, until there was enough for a meal.
Joseph took the grain, and put it into a pot with water, and boiled it for porridge; and doing so, blessed the rats for their lovingkindness. “For there are none so lowly,” he declared, “that the Spirit of God does not dwell within their hearts.”