What Cross Will We Hang From? (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Jesus aligned with God’s consciousness and was raised from the dead to show us we could live forever. Now, please, can God raise our collective consciousnesses
Jesus aligned with God’s consciousness and was raised from the dead to show us we could live forever. Now, please, can God raise our collective consciousnesses
Recalibrating (pastel) by Polly Castor What is the hardest part of your job? Since 1997, I’ve held a full-time, public, day job as a Christian Science Practitioner (a spiritual healer), doing art and family in the in-between times. “Day job,” is a misnomer, since I’m on call 24/7, 365 days of the year, regardless that … Read more
It is about kindness, about an artist and art appreciation, about deeply listening to others about what is on their heart, encouraging others to see their value, appreciating nature, music, walking, and community, all with Christian overtones.
When you do a major overhaul of limiting beliefs, reversing them, you’ll thrive, and be a peace, fulled with joy, and in consonance with the “absolute center and circumference of your being.”
My first obvious thought is I don’t know any more than you do because I’ve never gone through it.
Lately, I’ve been writing the action items– the imperatives– I need to do in the right hand column, with everything else on the left hand side. I am really loving paying attention to this distinction, as well as focusing on implementing those injunctions.
Create your reign of unity now- Your one desire then acts with ours, as in all light, so in all forms.
It was like a church to me.
I entered it on soft foot,
Breath held like a cap in the hand.
It was quiet.
Words and thoughts may be only the slightest ways to pray.
My scriptural Selection today from the Message version of the Bible for the lesson on Truth:
Let all that and infinitely more surge through you. Let that govern your being. Let that sustain you through it all. Let that determine your destiny.
When, in the cavern darkness, Jesus
opened his small, bleating mouth (even before his eyes widened to the supple world his lungs had sighed into being), did he intuit how hungrily the lungs gasp?
Into this world, this demented inn, in which there is absolutely no room for him at all, Christ comes uninvited.
If we open them and enter, we can unlock ourselves, too, and so await whatever is coming to free us and make us whole.
Advent bids us to take a fearless inventory of the darkness: the darkness without and the darkness within.
It is time to waken from sleep. A waking up must begin somewhere. It is time to put things back where God intended them.