Can you leave all your material dependencies?  Can you leave your dependency on your family for love, justice, and mercy, and expect these only from  the Father?
 
Can you turn from expecting justice from a judge and jury, and expect it from the Father within your own being?  Can you turn from expecting gratitude, reward, recognition, or appreciation from you employer or employees, or from members of your family, and seek your good only in the Farther within?  Can you follow only the Spirit within and not personal sense without?

Are you still at that place where you say to the Master, "No, go on for a season, I must catch more fish for my family, Go on, while I stay behind and rely on human beings for recognition and reward, cooperation and gratitude."  Or have  you reached that point of consciousness that the Disciples had reached when without question they laid down their nets"


                   Leave Your Nets--Chapter "Fishers of Men" by Joel S. Goldsmith








               We do not 'come into this world; we come out of it,
                                    as leaves  from a tree. 
                 As the ocean 'waves', the universe 'peoples.'

        Every individual is an expression of the whole realm of nature,
                         a unique action of the total  universe.

                                                                               Alan Watts




                                      HEALING MEDITATION

                                   Be still, so still that your breath
                         becomes an inflow and outflow of peace
                             from a Source deeper than mind,
                                        body, or circumstance.

                                Drop all resistance and feel yourself
                          embraced in an Ocean of Stillness,
                                   carried on waves of Grace.

                                            Rest like a wave--
                                                without fear,
                                              without hope---
                                        in an Ocean of peace
                                        beyond its endurance,
                                      for the Soul rests in God
                                           with total assurance.

                                                              Patricia Ferrara-IW practitioner


                            


Never is our inner fulfillment dependent upon anything or anybody in the world of effect.  "Go with a tender step" to the inner sanctuary and there plant the seeds of  your outer life.  Each truth recalled will soon become alive and bear rich fruitage as though you had planted actual seeds in the nourishing soil of God's earth.
Sara Robbins wrote; "Let each within his heart a temple build--where no man is a stranger."  While waiting quietly at the Center, your realization of Oneness assures your oneness with every spiritual idea and every spiritual being whom you can bless and serve and who can in turn be a blessing and service to you. 
Between times do not allow the human mind to become active with attempting to meet the problem at its own level.  Do not "peek" even to see how things are unfolding in the outer scene.  Keep the golden chain unbroken for upon the chain is the golden key which is better, far better than Aladdin's wonderful lamp. 
Stop thinking and stop talking about the problem and think about God instead.  Make of your soul a sanctuary, make of your heart an altar, make of your mind a temple, and when you leave that secret place of the most High you shall find as did Emerson, that a Watcher, a Holy one,  walks behind with long affectionate glances of inexahustible Love.

                                                Dorothy Moore/IW practitioner







                                              THIS IS THE WAY


               And this is the way to care for the planet
                                                                              remembering...

                              One Life--         
                                                   yours and
                                                   mine and
                                                   birds and
                                                   animals and
                                                   bugs and
                                                   plants and
                                                   water and
                                                   earth and
                                                   trees and...
                                                                  
                             All life

              We love our planet when we know...

                                        INTERCONECTEDNESS

              Then...
                                    We flee the hunter's bullet and
                                    We are polluted and prostituted  and
                                    We are hacked to death by chainsaws

                         We know and  feel the pain and
                         We begin to hear the cries of

                                                 Our Mother
                                                 Our planet
                                                 Our Selves

                                                                   
                                                                    MCR/93     




                     
                           

                            GIVE HONOR TO YOUR DARK SIDE


           Give Honor to your Dark Side.
     
                           Honor the reflection of self in the eyes of anoher.

                                              Use this experinece to walk a path of wisdom,

                                           to grow,
        
                               to release your self-imposed

                                               traditions of the past,

                                               outmoded ways of the past,
                                        
                                               of perceiving and believiing.

                             All that you wish to be free of is inside the self.

                                                 Look at these things.

                                                                Honor them for their gift to you.

                             Then, let them fly from the wings of

                                                your consciousness.

                  Let go....

                                                          And thus,

                                         Travel to the stars.

                                     
                        Songs of the Arcturians  by Patricia Periera
                                                                                               The Initial Song 1987    




                                                          

                                                        NOISE


                                         Invisible obstreperous intrusion

                                    Like subtle bits of stale and
                                        acrid air that assult then
                                                                   fragment the whole.

                                    Asleep in dull distraction, the false
                                                    forever craves its lover-
                                                                    its creation-
                                                    who comes quickly bearing gifts-
                                                    empty boxes gayly wrapped
                                                    mind baubles
                                                    cacophany of ego balm

                                    While Soul in Silence, 
           
                                                     waits...


                                                                  Marilyn ChampagneRaffaele/1992