​                                                     I sought Him in the crib...
                                                                          And it was empty.
                                               I searched for Him in Bethlehem...
                                                                         And He was gone.
                                              And an angel said;
                                                                         Seek Him in the rubble and
                                                                                                   the trash heap.
                                              Seek Him in the Tenements and
                                                                                                             The hovels.
                                              Seek Him in the hearts of the lowly."

                                              And I fell on my knees before them...

                                                            For there lay my God.

​                                                         --------------------------------------

What is seen as a human body is mind's interpretation of every facet of Individualized Divine Consciousness.
                           my  body can only be eternally-- perfect
                                                                      and                             eternal


Divine Consciousness can not and is not conscious of anything
                                         other than

                       Otherwise it would not be infinite.


Love is the cohesive element of One expressing ITself 
                                                                                                         in, as, and through many.

“The religion of the future will be a cosmic religion. It will transcend a personal God and avoid dogma and theology.”

“The common idea that I am an atheist is based on a big mistake. Anyone who interprets my scientific theories this way did not understand them.”

"Time and space are not conditions in which we live, but modes by which we think.”

“Matter is spirit reduced to the point of visibility. There is no matter.”

“The intellect has little to do on the road to discovery. There comes a leap in consciousness, call it intuition or what you will, the solution comes to you and you don’t know how or why.”

“I stop thinking, swim in silence, and the truth comes to me.”

                                                    ​Albert Einstein  

As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend, 
I brought my broken dreams to God because he was my friend.

But then, instead of leaving Him in peace to work alone, I hung around and tried to help with ways that were my own.

At last I snatched them back and cried;  "How can you be so slow?"
"My child" He said, "What could I do?  You never did let go."



Grace is the normal natural flow of a consciousness that is no longer impeded or conditioned by  beliefs of two powers, duality, and separation.



Divine Consciousness is never less than full and complete for it knows no opposites. 

 It is omnipresent.

Divine Consciousness is infinitely fulfilling ITself.

IT is a state of fulfillment never sending fulfillment to individuals regardless of how many prayers they say, or how many chants they chant, how many sacrifices they make, or how they beg and plead for there is no such thing as an individual in need of fulfillment.

If I desire fulfillment in any aspect of my life, I must first align with the only Source of fulfillment eternally fulfilling ITself in infinite form and variety and realize that because there is  only ONE, 
I already AM fulfillment.


                OMNISCIENCE  knows nothing about; 
                                     Power over


                                   NURSERY RHYME

There was a little girl (innocent humanhood)
Who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead.                         (conditioned thought obliterating her third eye)

When she was good she was very very good but when she was  bad, she was horrid.
                        (duality and separation)


Truth is within ourselves.
There is an inmost center in us all,
Where the Truth abides in fulness; and to know
Rather consists in opening out a way
Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape,
Than in effecting entry for a light supposed to be without.

                                                                 Robert Browning


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


                                       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 inexhaustible Love.

                                                 Dorothy Moore/IW practitioner


                                            THIS IS THE WAY

                And this is the way to care for the planet

                               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...


                                     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




                                          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,  


                                                                   Marilyn ChampagneRaffaele/1992