Retrospective note, July 2009.
On the trail of the lonesome Pine
In the pale moonshine our hearts entwine
Where you carved your name and I carved
I feel like a comparatively mature plant – an ‘old soul’ - in this world, one that has been transplanted at the wrong time of year or in an alien environment. The harsh climate of my youth quickly caused the leaves to perish, followed by the entire stem. Broken and then ‘dead to the world’ but existing in a cocoon of soil and compost beneath the ground, reflecting, studying, creatively, introspectively, waiting to find the inspiration and motivation to rise up towards the Sun again and out of the earth to full consciousness. And, this time, to actually flower!
“There is no one on Earth who is not precisely where they are supposed to be, perfectly positioned to be themselves, doing what they planned to do before they incarnated. If you have doubts about this, as many of you do, ask for guidance when you pray or meditate, and even if it seems that you are getting no answers, know that you are making your presence on Earth extremely effective just by being there and holding your loving intent…All that you need to do is accept the Love He offers you in every moment (even if you do not feel It) and intend to share It indiscriminately. That is your main task; that is why you were created; and in doing that you will find eternal ecstasy as you awaken.” – Saul (channelled through John Smallman, ‘The remaining skeins of the illusion are turning to dust,’ 5 June 2013,
1. Barefoot Doctor refers to the Inner Child as your IPS, or ‘inner playful spirit.’ An Indian lady with whom I am friendly online writes, eloquently,