My Immortal Love, My Beloved……..(reblog)

So carefully, mindfully,

do you come to me in my chambers….

How lovely the sound of your approaching footsteps

to my threshhold.

How I have longed for this moment,

waited for the day I shall see you once more;

Your consuming presence transforms me

into an illuminate creature,

an angelic being belonging to the light

no longer held prisoner by the shadows.

The sound of your voice

tames my furious inner seas,

brings peace to the fiery tempest that rages

in the lonely and broken recesses

of my soul….

My heart you have won,

It is yours forever.

Gentle as a dove

you cradle my fragile, mortal heart

that was ravaged and left to perish

in the desolate wastelands.

Sweetly you feed me Ambrosia,

imparting healing and strength of the Gods.

I am nourished and cared for,

given new life,

a reason to believe again.

As thunder rolls in the near distance,

behind closed eyes

I shudder with longing….

I burn for you.

The ground quakes….

trembling, I ignite into brilliant flames,

the light bursting forth

and thawing the icy cathedrals of despair

that hold me captive.

Relief washes over me

like white spring rains

when at long last you reach out for me

pulling me into your arms….

holding me so tightly

as you shelter me from

the looming darkness that threatens

my safe passage into eternity.

Strong hands tenderly raise

my tear stained face

to meet the resolution

and stark beauty of iridescent eyes,

and I am assured of the sincerity

and trust that lies within.

And as passion brews there,

you bend down slowly

to plant hungry kisses on my lips

that grow in intensity

as they travel down the smooth

alabaster skin of my neck,

desperately,

as though it were the last time

you would taste me.

The honied, dewy lips

of my immortal, my beloved

is a force of life felt throughout time,

my warrior, a gift of joy….

His presence a token

of true love and desire,

so freely and lavishly

bestowed upon me.

Oh, that you would forever

hold me close to your bosom,

and breath new life into

my weary bones….

For I am tired

and heavy with the sorrows

and grievances of this world.

Take me, carry me away with you

as you spread your wings in flight

to soar through the clouds

and into the promised lands

and let me remain with you forevermore;

until life as we have known it

is no more,

and all things cease to exist,

wiped from every memory

and vanished beyond the realms of time.

~ Celeste ~

Discovering Heaven

At the peak of the mountain stands my soul, joy exuding from every pore…from the top of my lungs a shout of victory and jubilation, and the sound is carried on the winds and scattered throughout the earth and upwards into space, settling peacefully like a soft winter snow, in smooth molecular spheres that shine like ivory pearls. Infused with the strength of a thousand men, I feel as though I could split open the atmosphere and bring the heavens down to the earth.

For today I heard a voice, beheld a marvelous truth….a reflection in the mirror of my soul…and although I now understand how I have always felt it there, I had no words to help me comprehend it or speak of it. I believe some truths are such that they remain hidden until the one who bears it is ready to receive it, able to hold it and carry it respectfully. And now I see for myself a truth for me, and I believe….

My faith has made a momentous leap, grown a proud measure….

Blessed be thy name, lord of glory…..

A day like any other, my reflection in the mirror….but what I see is not what I expect….

But my good father standing there with outstretched arms….. and I know his arms have always been open for me, but this reflection, the image WAS ME…..

The love of the father for me, living in me, rushing through my veins, has now become ME.

It is alive and flowing out of my outstretched arms and out into the world, acknowledging, accepting, giving, believing….willing and unafraid, believing in love eternal, unconditional.

And with a twinkle in his infinite, knowing eyes, he smiled at me……

and that smile spread across my soul, opening it deep and wide, filling each empty space with love, warming my every nerve and fiber, searching out and occupying my every thought…

And the tears that followed were healing waters, washing away the debris of a fractured soul, the jagged remains of the thorny cathedral walls of a dark kingdom’s demise….now all washed away…..

How the revelation has changed my perception….all the good that I have grown to be came from a childlike faith…..my inner child watching and mimicking her heavenly father….the one only seen with the eyes of her heart….

it came by perceiving and accepting his everlasting love for her, loving and believing in her still in all her wrongs and shortcomings, even when everyone else had failed her and left her to feel as though she was not worthy of love……

yet she held on to him still and chose to believe….not even hell itself could convince her to let go, or deceive her away from her birth right! Many times it was all she had, the only reason she had to remain here and continue the journey….he must need her here else why would she be here?

So, in the end, that was good enough for her. So through hellfire, tribulation and pain she endured,…for something she could not see or touch, but only feel with her heart…endured for even just the hope of  what she felt inside.

And for that the father rejoiced and wept with joy…..For an empty place in his own heart was now filled, a sorrow now healed over. He was proud of her and touched by her faith….for she had kept going when she had no earthly reason, no evidence to back up her actions or proof to help support her human frailties….

And so he rewarded her this day, making her a princess and ruler of her own right…..he entrusted her with his belongings and knew she would care for them and lead others into the same light of love…..

What a blessing to see with my own eyes, to know beyond a doubt….that the truth deep down is real, the things hoped for are possible, and dreams do become reality…..and this true to life fairytale is only just beginning….there is a story just like this for everyone…..the gift of a dream waiting to be realized, opened and lived….this is heaven on earth….

We do not need to wait for death to live in heaven. No, the reality of heaven is now, in the present, in this moment….this is how it was always meant to be lived…..it is not just a place, but an eternity, one that we are already in….a perpetual state of reality, the reality of now….heaven is a perspective, a realization, something felt, something discovered…..we do not need to wait for our eyes to see, for they are already open….heaven is where your heart is….heaven is home…..heaven is here, and it is now.

~ Celeste ~

 

• “Peace Mirror” ~Inspirations with Linda Willows (lindawillows.wordpress.com)
• A Reflection of You A Reflection of Me (aninspiredapproach.com)

 

A tribute for mamma….forever in our hearts

^MOM^

Eleven years ago today, our mother was taken from us to be with Jesus and his angels. She was a victim of a violent crime that rocked our souls and shook our faith. But her death is not in vain, for we keep her alive and carry her memories and beautiful spirit in our hearts each and everyday. I only hope she can see how dearly she is missed and how much she is loved by so many. I dedicate this for you, mom, now that you are counted among the angels. Rest in peace, dear woman, until we are all united and together again on the other side. Sleep sweetly mamma.

And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?
I had a dream–a lovely dream,
Of her that in the grave is sleeping.

I saw her as ’twas yesterday,
The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;
And round her play’d a golden ray,
And on her brows were gay flowers blowing.

With angel-hand she swept a lyre,
A garland red with roses bound it;
Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire
And amaranth was woven round it.

I saw her mid the realms of light,
In everlasting radiance gleaming;
Co-equal with the seraphs bright,
Mid thousand thousand angels beaming.

I strove to reach her, when, behold,
Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,
And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,
Faded in air–a lovely vision!

And I awoke, but oh! to me
That waking hour was doubly weary;
And yet I could not envy thee,
Although so blest, and I so dreary.
~Alfred Lord Tennyson~

Weep not for me though I am gone into that gentle night. Grieve if you will, but not for long upon my soul’s sweet flight. I am at peace, my soul’s at rest There is no need for tears. For with your love I was so blessed. For all those many years. There is no pain, I suffer not, The fear now all is gone. Put now these things out of your thoughts, In your memory I live on. Remember not my fight for breath Remember not the strife. Please do not dwell upon my death, But celebrate my life. ~ author unknown

Though sometimes it hurts so much it is hard to breathe, we carry on without you on this earth….but our joy and peace is in knowing you are safe and at rest, and that one day we will be together once more….and this time forever. As I remember you today, I am thankful for all the memories and the laughs, the hard times and the tears….each and every second spent with you touched my life for the better, all of our lives…..so grateful that God chose you for our mother. We could not have asked for or expected a more wonderful and warm loving soul to behold and follow. Your love was so pure that it still reaches us through the veils of time and space, embracing us and encouraging us on, accepting us in your unconditional love. Thank you mom, for being the phenomenal woman you were, and no doubt still are. And thank you God for letting us have her as a mother to enjoy for the time we had her. I was angry with you for some time for taking her so soon, for in my selfishness I would keep her here with us to the end. But I know you love her too, and it was time to bring her home…..and the anger I felt is replaced with love and gratitude for the privilege of having these memories of her, and her blood that flows through my veins. So I end this tribute in silent reverie and loving contemplation, and will light a candle in honor of her life today.

We love you so much forever mom……..

Illuminate the darkness

Reblogged from Mortal Hearts with Immortal Souls:

“Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.”

Whenever we hear the word 'darkness,' usually we relate it to something negative or sinister. And indeed there are abominations that lurk in the dark, but we are not speaking of that now.

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Hunger, Love, and a grateful heart…….

A quote by Chief Dan George

“When Christ said that man does not live by bread alone, he spoke of a hunger. This hunger was not the hunger of the body. It was not the hunger for bread. He spoke of a hunger that begins deep down in the very depths of our being. He spoke of a need as vital as breath. He spoke of our hunger for love.

Love is something you and I must have. We must have it because our spirit feeds upon it. We must have it because without it we become weak and faint. Without love our self-esteem weakens. Without it our courage fails. Without love we can no longer look out confidently at the world…

But with love, we are creative. With it, we march tirelessly. With it, and with it alone, we are able to sacrifice for others.”

Chief Dan George

You would not know this if I did not say it, but I just erased an hour worth of writing and editing of my thoughts and feelings about this quote. But, I realize that my words only muddled the experience, and really nothing more needs to be said by me. Today, I will contemplate on his love, and give thanks for who he is and who I am in him. I will thank him for filling me with the love I so desperately need everyday of my life. I will thank him for every opportunity to to have a breath to experience this wonderful world, to know the peace and the joy that comes simply by knowing him, holding him close to my heart. He is the greatest lover, brother, father, and friend, and I owe my life and all I am to him. He has literally saved my life from certain death, more than once. Not just spiritually, but physically too. By my own hand to take my own life, and from others who would wish to harm me……I am in a delicate and vulnerable place today, but I will use it as an opportunity to strengthen my roots and grow closer still to the source of my life, my Lord, my hero. I do not need to be afraid….though right now I am fragile, I will not break….and if I break he is able to piece me together….and if I break, let it be for his glory. Today, I will rejoice and be glad in this new day, another day to be alive and know love. I hope everyone has a blessed day filled with comfort and love as you go about your daily activities. Some time today, stop for a moment, take a deep breath, and send up a thank you, a grateful heart, as an offering for such a beautiful, phenomenal life……..

~ Celeste ~

REVOLUTIONARY GRACE

Reblogged from Mortal Hearts with Immortal Souls:

The legendary expression 'fall from grace' has been used for centuries. The term depicts someone who has chosen to forsake someone or something that is universally accepted and even cherished. It gives us the impression that the person has stepped beyond the borders of redemption and lost their standing in the eyes of God and man.But I don't believe that falling from grace necessarily means a demotion.

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Positive Anger

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.
Maya Angelou

When I first read this quote, it impacted me. But still, I could not quite put my finger on why. So, I have chewed on it for a while and have come to appreciate the wise words of this statement. Anger is a self preserving emotion. It’s function is to protect, defend, and to behold righteousness in truth. Anger is the most base of all human emotions, and in it’s purest form is an effective instrument that drives us to passion, motivation, and even success.  Anger is a purging agent that comes in and does it’s job swiftly, and then it is up to us how we will direct the leftover and excess energies of such a potent emotion.  Anger is not meant to linger. In fact, even Jesus said not to let the sun go down on your anger. Anger that is left to stew will continue to burn, the embers slowly transforming into a disease, a sickness, if you will.  I think most of us are intelligent enough to know when we have crossed the line, been angry over something for too long.  When it affects the quality of our lives and interferes with our happiness and peace, we know we have some soul searching and contemplating to do.

I have spent a lot of time being angry in my life, and to this day I still have to pull in on the reins of a fiery disposition. But coupled with love and forgiveness, it is possible to allow our anger to serve a greater purpose for our lives. Anyone who speaks with wisdom and conviction, I assure you, had put a great deal of time in subduing this emotion. They would not settle for a second rate existence of bitterness and resentment. They have creatively found ways to use the life force of anger in different aspects of their lives. We all have this capacity. We are able to be the masters of our anger, monarchs of our indignation. Believe it or not, you can still be angry in a respectful way and not lose your dignity in the process.

I encourage anyone feeling anxiety or depression to look for the root source of these symptoms, and reflect on how it got to be there. I promise you that anger will always be the initial source, coupled with the pain we felt when the emotions were born. Let’s give ourselves a gift, something of lasting value that has the potential to change our lives and impact our world. Seek out forgiveness when you have discovered the triggers. Putting in just a little time to search, discover, reflect and apply in this way will truly bear the sweetest of fruits. We hold the keys to our own happiness and the power to be victorious.  To me, that is the most amazing gift of all.

I have previously written a couple of posts that will compliment this message, and aid in advancing to the next steps. For more insight, here are the links:

celestealluvial.wordpress.com/2012/04/01/forgiveness-is-a-process/

http://celestealluvial.wordpress.com/2012/03/20/embracing-pain-a-transformation/

~ Celeste ~

My Immortal Love, My Beloved……..

So carefully, mindfully,

do you come to me in my chambers….

How lovely the sound of your approaching footsteps

to my threshhold.

How I have longed for this moment,

waited for the day I shall see you once more;

Your consuming presence transforms me

into an illuminate creature,

an angelic being belonging to the light

no longer held prisoner by the shadows.

The sound of your voice

tames my furious inner seas,

brings peace to the fiery tempest that rages

in the lonely and broken recesses

of my soul….

My heart you have won,

It is yours forever.

Gentle as a dove

you cradle my fragile, mortal heart

that was ravaged and left to perish

in the desolate wastelands.

Sweetly you feed me Ambrosia,

imparting healing and strength of the Gods.

I am nourished and cared for,

given new life,

a reason to believe again.

As thunder rolls in the near distance,

behind closed eyes

I shudder with longing….

I burn for you.

The ground quakes….

trembling, I ignite into brilliant flames,

the light bursting forth

and thawing the icy cathedrals of despair

that hold me captive.

Relief washes over me

like white spring rains

when at long last you reach out for me

pulling me into your arms….

holding me so tightly

as you shelter me from

the looming darkness that threatens

my safe passage into eternity.

Strong hands tenderly raise

my tear stained face

to meet the resolution

and stark beauty of iridescent eyes,

and I am assured of the sincerity

and trust that lies within.

And as passion brews there,

you bend down slowly

to plant hungry kisses on my lips

that grow in intensity

as they travel down the smooth

alabaster skin of my neck,

desperately,

as though it were the last time

you would taste me.

The honied, dewy lips

of my immortal, my beloved

is a force of life felt throughout time,

my warrior, a gift of joy….

His presence a token

of true love and desire,

so freely and lavishly

bestowed upon me.

Oh, that you would forever

hold me close to your bosom,

and breath new life into

my weary bones….

For I am tired

and heavy with the sorrows

and grievances of this world.

Take me, carry me away with you

as you spread your wings in flight

to soar through the clouds

and into the promised lands

and let me remain with you forevermore;

until life as we have known it

is no more,

and all things cease to exist,

wiped from every memory

and vanished beyond the realms of time.

~ Celeste ~

Did you know you helped to change the world today? Thank you….

Personal transformation can and does have global effects. As we go, so goes the world, for the world is us. The revolution that will save the world is ultimately a personal one.
Marianne Williamson

I cannot express the brevity that this statement resounds through my soul, or how excited I get when my spirit believes and bears witness to such a simple yet profound truth. What you do really does matter. It is like a ripple effect. It effects you personally, it effects those close to you in your circle of family and friends, and that extends out to their extended families and friends, and it keeps going and traveling around the world.  For those of you who have a hard time believing this, I challenge you to test the waters, and increase your faith and broaden your vision enough to be open to all the small signs and wonders around you…..to every good piece of news and information you receive through close acquaintences, your place of work, the radio, local newspaper, and TV, like the news. I know the news is full of bad news, but there are morsels of good things in between, if you pay attention. There are even websites and magazines and television shows filled with good stories and testimonies. These things have a direct correlation to what we have sown, what we have dared to believe possible. We can use these good news stories as evidence and feedback, that the good you are personally doing does matter.

Now, some of you may think I am a little ‘out there’ with this belief, and far reaching at best, but I know, I am convinced, that each one of our thoughts, words and actions create our reality…..so everything that I see and hear is processed through this personal belief….all good deeds and acts of love begin somewhere, inspired by someone, and was given a life of its own, beginning with a single thought and choice to act on that thought. Who is to say that a good deed you did for someone, an act of kindness, an encouraging word, a hug even, didn’t get passed along through others, and grew in love, and began to create an atmosphere of love and inspiration in which people began to act on your positivity? An example would be…..a young boy deciding to raise money for other sick children…..a wealthy man who donated thousands to a good cause….a group of people who got together to open a food bank for the hungry….a young mother who received the seed of kindness, broke the abuse cycle, and passed it on to her growing child, who did, or will, grow up to be a motivational speaker, or the next president….. the list goes on. Who’s to say your initial act of kindness didn’t create the spark and settled like a flame in someone who received it down the line? It is very possible, and in fact this is how it happens. Of course we could never see it in action and know for sure its exact origins,  but are not all things entwined somehow, and work together on a larger scale? It is feasible to say that you certainly had a hand in contributing to the betterment of humanity….all of us working together planting the seeds whenever we can, wherever we go. 

To some, this message is insanity….to others, great vision or great faith. To me, it is simply the way things work as I go along trying my best to do my small part in the scheme of things….but I am not naive enough to think that these things do not matter, or that they go unnoticed, or lost somewhere in the universe….no….on the contrary, we all matter and have a hand in our own fates, and impact the lives of many through a single act of kindness. I believe….and now I dare you to believe too. It wont be long before your heart warms with satisfaction at all the small beautiful wonders and acts of love throughout the world, knowing you did your part, giving yourself a little credit for these things, and being able to participate in the jubilant celebration of life. To me, this makes it all worthwhile, and carries me through times of darkness, pushing me into ever greater heights of faith and love.

May your day be blessed, as you give a blessing to another.

~ Celeste ~

Forgiveness is a process

Forgiveness is like faith. You have to keep reviving it.

~Mason Cooley~

Here are some secrets that I have learned when it comes to the issues of pain, the heart, and forgiveness…..

**Forgiveness is for you, not the other person. Holding resentment and unforgiveness hurts only you. The offender will never feel what we are going through, from the deep remorse to the murderous rage. And stubbornly hanging on to hate will not bring them to conviction or judgement, nor bring us to peace and contentment.  To hold someone in unforgiveness for something, no matter how much wrong they have done, makes us the prisoner, and a partaker of that same wrong. Forgiveness is a gift to ourselves for what we have been through…it is the only way to have real peace and lasting contentment.

**Often when we think about forgiveness, we expect the results to be instantaneous. We prematurely believe that if we are ‘good’ and do the ‘right’ thing, that we will be rewarded with all the gifts, wisdom and freedoms that go along with the act of forgiving someone, and are automatically released from its burden. But I think we all know that is not how it works out for us, and usually the opposite of this is what feels truest. We have made our own mistakes and offences, suffered at the hands of others, and made the choice to forgive….but still we struggle with the pain and feelings of resentment, of grief and anger.

**This is because forgiveness is a process. It is a choice that we make initially the first time. And then, we have to make it again and again when the painful memories and feelings surface. We may have to make this choice on occasion, from time to time, or in the beginning, we may have to choose forgiveness moment by moment amounting to numerous times in a day. There are even times we feel we just do not want to forgive. This does not mean that we are weak. But on the contrary, it takes strength and shows we are serious and determined to see ourselves free from the chains that bind us.

 **Our emotions do not always line themselves up with our will to forgive, and rarely support our choice to forgive. Chances are you will never be able to use your feelings as an indicator of weather you have forgiven or not. Memories are real, and the experiences that made them were just as real, and not easily erased. And they shouldn’t be. For no matter how terrible or traumatic, or maybe even seemingly petty that past event was, those things help make who we are. We can stay in bitterness over it, or we can move ourselves along and live free of the inner turmoil of self infliction.

**Forgiveness is an opportunity for growth. It does not have to be a crippling and gruesome experience. Often we are so hard on ourselves, we cannot see what progress we have made. We may feel guilty or inadequate in God’s eyes for not being able to forgive in the way he does, or in the way we thought we should. We may feel as though we have missed the mark somehow. Relax a little, give yourself room to be many things in the healing process. Sort it out gradually. No one says you have to accomplish total forgiveness in a certain way, or in a certain amount of time. As I said earlier, this healing virtue is for you. And not everyone is the same, and we all experience the process a little differently and in different timing. But one thing is the same for us all….it all begins with a choice. You choose forgiveness, and you keep choosing it daily, no matter what you may feel. The pain may never totally disappear, but in time, it will lessen, and you will see your personal growth, gaining victory one small step at a time.

**The hardest person to forgive will always be yourself. It is so important and life changing to accept in ourselves the things that are hard to accept, the things we have said and done that we deeply regret. Think of it this way. A child or family member we dearly love has made a terrible mistake, one that has hurt not just themselves but others they love. You see their pain and turmoil, and you long to impart to them the forgiveness that you have sought out for them in yourself. You so desire to see them move on and begin living again, learning and maturing from the wrong they have done. The pain you feel from seeing them in their pain, is how our our own spirit grieves over us when we are in a tormented place….the same way the Father feels for our sufferings. He longs to extend that compassion and mercy to us and help us move away from the dark side of the tribulation. But we can only do this for ourselves. So extend to yourselves the same love and mercy that you would someone you dearly love….for chances are someone is still hurting from watching you suffer, and longs to see you live again. Make yourself this friend within yourself. You are every bit worth it, and the fact that you are alive and breathing is proof enough. Now, you just have to walk in it and bear witness to the miracles that will follow………………………

Feel free to ask any questions, or seek friendly assistance or advise from me anytime.  You may contact me at celestealluvial26@gmx.com …

Namaste,

Celeste

Embracing Pain…a transformation

In my young life, I  have found that although pain is real, and we all experience it throughout our lives, how we view it and treat ourselves by it matters….when pain presents itself to us, we can embrace it, welcome it and accept it, as loving a child, therefore giving us the ability to let it go properly and when the time comes, allowing it to grow us and transform us in a positive and lasting way….or we can self inflict our pain, trying to avoid, deny, or fight it, robbing ourselves of the opportunity to learn and earn peacefulness and wisdom….because we hold on too tightly to the pain, too close to our hearts, feeling like we deserve it somehow, or that it came to us as a punishment for something we have done.

So then we punish ourselves all the more, and it becomes an instrument of torment, and unhealthy resources for our souls to draw from, making our souls sick and left feeling empty. So the next time pain knocks on the doors of your heart, open it, welcome it in, accept it and embrace it with all your strength….you will ease and accelerate the healing process for yourself, and become a means of comfort for others around you that are hurting, showing them a lighted path in the darkness. There is nothing greater than extending your love and help to another suffering soul….and you will gain the satisfaction of making a difference in the world around you.

And never forget to be patient in the storm….time itself is a healing virtue….but as stated above, you have power over the outcome of your soul. Things are always changing, and the storm will subside as well. Never, ever exchange your hope and faith for laying down and giving up…although there will surely be days you feel like doing just that. But life will continue on, and so will you….you are capable of more, and have more strength than you could ever hope to think you possess…..and this I know for sure.

~ Celeste ~

A poem I wrote that accentuates this message: http://celestealluvial.wordpress.com/2012/03/16/smile-through-the-tears/

Born Again

Coming to the end of all that I know

and to the shores of the unknown,

the waters are cool and crystal clear.

I pause at this moment in my journey

to take in all the new sights,

to adjust my vision…

new, stronger vision

to behold the brilliance of colors.

A sound captures my attention,

a new frequency in my ears…

like bells of glass and crystal

ringing, vibrating, tinkling.

Sensations that are fluid, alive

wrap around me like a cocoon

holding me still in it’s embrace…

so still that I hear the echo

of each beat of my heart….

I feel the rush of air that fills my lungs

and the blood pumping and winding

through my veins….

and I relax into the arms of this life force.

Some time passes, and once again

I am aware

that I am at the shoreline.

The sun paints the water

with strokes of light,

light that is alive and moving

with the tides

shimmering along the froth

and bubbles of the waves,

now licking at my toes….

the sensation tickles

and a giggle escapes,

and the sound is carried

throughout the molecules in the air,

to my amazement.

A pull on my heart’s desire,

a calling,

And I long to answer it.

I feel compelled to merge with the water,

it’s clarity so inviting.

I squish my toes into the sand

savoring the moment,

then I brace myself and take a step forward,

then another,

and another

until all of me is submerged.

The water is so alive,

healing deeply rooted pain,

cleansing long neglected wounds,

washing away impurities,

and sealing me with

the softness of newborn skin.

Cradeling my form with loving acceptance

I am invaded with peace,

and enveloped in weightless dreams,

as I let go of all I know,

and let the tides carry me home.

~ Celeste ~

Good News!

……….The good news is, it is a ‘practice’ in hearing, no changing required, no toiling in labor…..Changes will come naturally as we hear, and continue to hear, and increase our hearing. There is always a voice inside of us speaking, we just need to slow down enough to listen, clearing away the weeds (cares) of the world that choke the voice out. As we succeed and grow by this, We become an active part of that voice, that which is divine, and become the change we are seeking, and gain that which we think we can earn by doing. Therin lies faith. Your personal faith.

 ~ Celeste ~

Refiners Fire…. the reason to be thankful for your hardships.

Proverb 17:3 – The fining pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold; but the Lord trieth the hearts.

The process of refining gold and silver is thousands of years old. It requires great patience and constant supervision to be done properly. In the bible, God uses the example of the process of refining as a direct correlation of how he is intimately involved in the process of growth and learning in our lives, and to show how much he is lovingly invested in the care of our spirit’s condition.

1 Peter 4:12 – Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is there to try you, as though some strange thing is happening to you…

The refiner will sit patiently at the furnace watching over it very carefully as the precious metals are exposed to intense heat and turned to liquid. This step is most important because it separates the pure substance from the dross (impurities). He must use all his skill and stay alert at this time, because the moment will come when the liquid is heated to the precise temperature in which he will then allow the purified substance to run off and separate itself from the dross. If he does this step a moment to soon, the substance will still be tainted with impurities. If he waits a moment too late, the heat will begin destroying the precious metals properties, causing it to lose it’s luster and become brittle, and it will be ruined.

Isaiah 48:10 – Behold, I have refined you, but not with silver; I have chosen you in the furnace of affliction.

Our lives are much more precious to him than silver and gold. And with that in mind, how much more care and love will we receive from him through our times of distress and trouble? Our Father is to us as the refiner is to the silver and gold, watching over us with great patience and wisdom. It is good to trust his judgments and timing for us in our lives, and makes sense to have the confidence that he will never leave us in the fire for too long, causing our spirits to be destroyed and rendering us useless. There are most likely those of you who believe he has left you and forgotten you altogether. Or maybe you feel that you have been damaged beyond repair, or crossed the point of no return, rendering you a creature unworthy of his love, and unfit for service to the kingdom. But that could not be further from the truth. As a matter of fact, all of your circumstances and hardships, either by your own hand or at the hands of others, qualifies you for this promise, and even proves that you are indeed his child.

Hebrews 12:6-7 – For the Lord disciplines those he loves, as dearly loved children…..and if you are enduring discipline, he is teaching you as children…..for what kind of son/daughter is he/she, who the Father does not give discipline?

Makes great sense to me. Therefore I am delighted and overjoyed with all my soul, even through the tears of sorrow and suffering, and I give thanks from a grateful heart. For I know that I bear the mark of the Father, our creator….. I am counted among His own. I am his child, and he is my father. You are his, and he is yours…..WE are His, and He is ours!

So take heart, and do not lose your confidence, and do not give up when it feels impossible. When the time is right, he will take you out of the fire, and you will come out as gold.

Job 23:10 – But he knoweth the way I take; and when he has tried me, I shall come forth as gold.    

A pearl of truth, a pearl of great price.

One of a handful of precious pearls of truth that I have learned on this life’s journey,

and that I carry,

is that I AM LOVED.

Loved by my creator.

He loved me first. He loved me from the beginning.

I was conceived and woven by the greatest of loves in my mothers womb, by the hands of the author of love.

So I have no doubt that he left something of himself in me, inside of each one of us;

the greatest love of all.

Like a painter that pours his vision and heart and soul upon his canvass,

or the musician that puts all his heart and strength into the song that he hears in his spirit,

or the writer and poet that pours out their heart and hopes and dreams onto a paper and inspires others with their words,

so we were made in the same manner,

  with the same care and attention to detail.

For what artist does not take the time to make every piece a masterpiece,

a work reflecting his vision, heart and soul?

Or what artist does not hope that his work is an inspiration to others?

Ahhh, so then it is we were meant to be.…

our spirits bearing witness, right now.

To know who we are,

and believe in the love that made us and gave us life,

is a precious gift,

and an effective tool and ally for us in this life,

and gives us a confidence to know we are always loved,

and able to love,

even in the most perilous of circumstances…..

for that is who we are,

and what we are made of. 

We are his beloved.

We cannot escape it.

We cannot change the fiber nor the fabric that has woven us together.

We cannot change it through circumstance

nor by our actions.

We cannot help but be that essence, that image in which we were created.

This brings me great comfort,

and sustains me with a mighty strength.

We are all living, breathing works of art, each of us unique,

but each of us the same,

fashioned by the same loving spirit,

the spirit of our father, our creator,

the master artist.

And we need look no further than ourselves to find it,

and receive courage to walk in it

and be it.