Shades of grey is Sky today with whiffs of white and dark grey puffs blown across the background with no respect for time or pace. What is time anyway. Man’s creation. Woman's creation. Layered trees sway in the wind. First the tall old pines, some about to collapse with mere sprinklings of cones on bare branches. Thick shorter trees reach the necks of the pines trying to prevent Decay. But Decay knows its day and does not want to prevent any moving along. There is no grief for change here. Oh no, no.
No grief here : only the Bliss of Infinite Life
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| Wild canary nests in reeds : ooowoowoo : a cosy little place so well camouflaged, Knysna, Spring 2012, copywrite: ghairo.daniels |
I passed the Rasta fruit stalls early in the morning to buy R20 fruit after I dropped my teenager off at school, and picked up the laundry, trying to calculate how much petrol dough I would need to the end of school term. And the question again arouse – Is this whole private school affair a worthwhile thing ? Parking the car, I went for my R20 fruit : asked for one tomatoes, one bananas, one apples and one oranges : meaning a packet of each which would cost R20.
The young Rasta politely said yes Ma’am and very, very slowly, in slowest motion, yet exceptionally alert, in a most gentlemanly manner proceeded to untie a packet to give me one tiny firm tomato. His thick short fingers with fat hands had not seen water for many days, with fingernails not knowing scissors for longer than that. These heavy fat hands, with thick finger knuckles, lovingly and gently took from the plastic packet one small bright red ripe tomato and held it between thumb and forefinger as if a diamond presented to a queen. I watched mesmerized, spellbound by the contrast. Then smiled and said I meant one packet each.
Light of God through Tomato from Rasta fruit hawker, Knysna Central 2012, copywrite.ghairodaniels2012
Rasta man lovingly replaced tiny smooth gleaming tomato which had now become a ruby, re-tied the packet, still in slow motion, then proceeded to hand me the rest of my request, as if the Queen of Sheba had just come shopping at his stall. Life had just begun, the fruits of Earth revealed. May that Rasta be blessed and so be his fruit stall. I was not so sorry I could not shop at Woolworths for my tomatoes, private schooling apart.
TODAY’S RECALLING : SOME PRINCIPLES OF MIRACLES FROM “ A COURSE IN MIRACLES.“ check it out ! sweet beings of Love.
· There is no order of difficulty in miracles. One is not harder or bigger than another. They are all the same.
· Miracles are natural. When they do not occur, something has gone wrong.
· Miracles are everyone’s right, but purification is necessary first.
· Miracles are thoughts. Thoughts can represent the lower or bodily level of experience or the higher or spiritual level of experience. [which do you choose?]
· Miracles are both beginnings and endings, so they alter the temporal order. They are always affirmations of rebirth, which seem to go back, but really go forward.
· Miracles bear witness to truth. They are convincing because they arise from conviction. Without conviction, they deteriorate into magic.
· Miracles transcend the body. They are sudden shifts into invisibility, away from the bodily level.
· Miracles are natural signs of forgiveness. Through miracles, you accept God’s forgiveness by extending it to others.
· Miracles rearrange perception and place all levels in true perspective. This is healing because sickness comes from confusing the levels.
· The miracle compares what you have made with Creation, accepting what is in accord with it as true, and rejecting what is out of accord as false.
BE YOUR OWN MIRACLE NOW, IN THIS MOMENT OF GLORY.
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