Monday, March 29, 2010
I sat down and quieted my mind, asked my question of God, and then focused my attention on that space that is everything, where it feels like I can hear the hum of our collective being. In that place, I wait to hear God's voice from the air, from the glow of the streetlight, or the paint on the wall of the motel room. God's answers come to me from all of those places, and everywhere, all at once.
I sat and waited, and God's voice did not come. I continued to quiet my mind, and listened, but the familiar dialog didn't start. What came instead was a strong sense that God was busy, and not available just then. For a moment I felt quite disheartened, until I realized that that was not possible. God is everywhere present, and in every moment of my life.
I recognized that it was I, not God, who was too busy. My mind had been too busy. I am never separated from the voice of God, but it felt like that was true, for a time this morning. I remembered that my experience of God is reflected in how I am experiencing myself. And with that remembering, my dialog with God resumed; my questions were asked, and answered, and I was reconnected with my truth.
I have found that hearing God's voice is a matter of shifting my attention, from the details at hand, to a softer focus on being, where everything just is and the details are not important. The God whose voice I seek speaks to me from all that is, from outside of me but also from within. Because my experience out in the world reflects what is taking place in the universe within me, when I find peace in my thoughts, there is no end to the peace that I find in the world of my making.
This morning I remembered myself as God, choosing again to hear herself.
May this tool be a blessing. . .