bible study continued

I am tempted to a kyafus the high priest
Said
The scriptures say a massehia will be born in bethleham this man is from galilea.....


-kmg

bible

Kyfus, the high priest will murder, surely a ten commandment...he said and one man from galilieu will die and nickademous said

How do we know he is not the son of god

And kyfus, the high priest said

Does he pass all the laws laid out in our scriptures, all of them ,

that say what a son of god would be? 

Here is where wisdom in us allows Jesus to die for our sins can u imagine the interpretations of such laws have no end....

And like Mary and Martha one spends themselves busy in the rules and not floating and kneeling at thy lord feet of love....

Lord have me be worthy of being graced by you and accepting this day, this moment and most of all, accepting love

In loving my brother as myself and living in the path of lov

May it bring me by your side always! 

Amen

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I can't seem to leave my little church this morning

Can u hear I speak in toungues in prayer

And I cry just tryping it

It's the tongues of angels who pray thru me

And I'm starting to take part

I'm starting to find the words to pray that the spirit in me, which is in him, so wants to diciple and heal and touch the spirit of my brother in comfort of the father, touch with love and then let the love come back to me to shine christ for those who can see and come close...and I want to be this healer, this is my calling and the suffering on the himan scale is I am also called to return to myself, which is tears of emotion of what I think it is, what I think I don't have or feel or get or fear, but truly it's peace.

Yes today I want to crawl up in this little church as I won't feel more loved and comforted and safe as I can feel right now!!!!

In his house, the temple of my soul-in me!!!!

Amen

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Soul, can not belong to husband or wife

Freed it can belong only to god, as it was in the beginning so shall it be in the end

World without end

Belonging to god

Longing for god

In him and with him and thru him

May we reach the emptiness and silence

Now in these years while there is time to cultivate

Even a deeper level of emptiness and silence which I can not know from this step I want to raise from...

I know raising my heart up

And my time not in this climbing glory

Sweetly shared in love

When love is here in human form

And not drama 

And not pain

My prayers are that I give space to those who are closest to me to spark their growth for the glory of God that in growing together, there is something in the mystery, a trinity,. Love.

'kmg 2015

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Post And the word less Ness soon brings emotion away from contemplation in church walls or along side my kids on the morning tennis court or archery line.... The day extends breathing into the emptying while remaining full The emptying contains all humble and holy As there is no longer a prayer to god For god is an emptying that prays thru me Oh what tears are left that choke my ears to submission.... -kmg 2015

In the parable of the sower christ taught us that seeds can take fruit,

And eventually perish

And can not grow where there isntt furtile ground

The gifts I share 

And my will can not deepen ground

For anyone to walk the path that I sow...

And my ground is only deepened as i

Continue to sow seeds and share seeds

And watch some perish without attachment

Preference I might have

Higher and deeper love

Gifts me with 

"Thy will be done"

When we understand th

The mind that is the prisioner of conventional ideas and the will that is captive of its own desire with an ego living in how others perceive them in this world, can not accept the seeds of a unfamiliar truth

Nor can it accept the seeds of the love of christ

Thru the true light of authenticity and charity

-kmg 2015

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prayer

I am loving Thomas merton

Seeds of contemplation

These works are just small moments away fom the audio book gospels I listen to. There is high wisdom is only silence of listening to holy words...leaves room for little else

Oh how deep I was in story- just moments before

And story catches me, like the wind catches sails, I'm not building with the sand, and I am not sailing away.......

I am right here, connected to every human being from Adam and eve, woven in lifetimes I am gods child, I pray to receive enough god that I may return to heaven, to die as far as I can......i am always beginning

prayer

God  leave me to discover our , true selves.
 Love is a gift that can be received
or turned AWAY

Lord keep me headed in true north
for you place me on a path i can not know

The messages are wisdom looking into you from inside. 

Small awareness' that the world is greater than the understanding you had when you set out in your most wisable act.

It what makes the smile a little deeper and the eyes a little wider to move about in the next moment more fully aware.....

And all day it's just getting back to god.....

KMG

Bestowed are his gifts, he calls to us and speaks thru the good works and love of others, close your doors to that and you can live as the giver has no doors to close, as he is becoming son in thy will....

I accept all things from him him receive his joy into my soul.

How are I to know th will of god ??
To obey is to respond to God will in truth
Acceptance of what is happening without
Trying to guide or change but to deepen into the unknown a greater sense of love.

That I respect the rightsof another, that I respect and not conform to some abstract and arbitrary way of my ego

That I allow my brother to be and feel where he is,must be gods will be me . Not me alone but him in me and me In him....

This is the work of compassion.....

prose

My journey has been two fold

One, has been a learning and understanding that part of my lov in this world is love shared in understanding that every human being deserved to be loved where they are, in their journey. Whether that journey include my passions or needs or other, it is thy will that call and moves mountains to us or away from us.....

And that of falsehood, how religion leads one into the desert of true contemplation, angels are awaiting to comfort the pains of transition for righteousness....without opening into the unknown and releasing the ego of oppression, it's as if religion becomes idols and symbols that are worshiped and not christ, love! 

healer

Expanse swirls around in unspeakable romance

As pink touches all the sky

Wink, It peeks itself across the horizon

And I pray 

That I love the paddleboarders and they should

Be reborn today 

They should know this peace 

As they paddle

I pray that time I can not see this glorious sunrise

As it's behind the cloud

Be the metaphor for life

For I am this peace

I open to this christ heart

And I offer nothing but to share love

And heal

I am a healer........ 

-kmg 2015

waiting for sunrise

sunrises are long when you are waiting for them
all night the psalms arrive to meet the morning
when is the time my feet will meet the sand
and the world will begin for me

surely there should be some light to guide the way
it feels right not to move in the dark

Pink--pink is all around me
i look up and type

THY will be done trumps all
thank you for sending me love
and whether others walk away from their experience
i will not close my door to your gifts

the prayer is walk with me
walk in love with me
walk with me in roohaawah (breathe)
walk with me in peace
walk with me in light
i am the LIGHT
walk with me in discipleship
in SERVICE
to give
to touch
to heal
with with me in PEACE

amen

Turn on go and tune in
Maybe the holy spiri needs some help
To speak to his father, our father,
Quiet down and open
Lik Lik sunrise on the horizon
Opens

The psalms at night sing the song o the movement of th marsh
An praise are these waves that welco th pink light, that opens my heart like to see to my shattered breathe-
A it's so so so beautiful
I cry into love
And am grateful for same

Dear lord

I am so grateful

For all the gifts you have brought into my life

Death, love, loss, 

Has broken my heart to a deeper heart

And still I can not know your will for me

I pray to love heaven on earth

To walk with you in love

To be your light in this world

To not hold on to what I think is right

But thru the gospels

And the psalms

They thy will be done

Amen

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prayer

Dear lord

I am so grateful

For all the gifts you have brought into my life

Death, love, loss, 

Has broken my heart to a deeper heart

And still I can not know your will for me

I pray to love heaven on earth

To walk with you in love

To be your light in this world

To not hold on to what I think is right

But thru the gospels

And the psalms

They thy will be done

Amen

prayer

Dear lord, hear my prayer

As I am weak and 

I present my soul to you

The holy spirit years for connection

And as I tune in to you, I have pains and I have

Suffering,  

They will be done

I pray lord Jesus that my faith make me well

That you walk with me in my suffering as the

Blessed mother Mary, and her blessed womb 

Creating the son, who sits on the right hand of god

I go into my room

I close my door

And I prayer to know such love

To be your worthy diciple

Amen

You almost automatically speed up or shut down, you involuntarily seek solid ground, and you’ll frequently feel afraid. You may feel that if you let go and simply feel the energy you’re going to die, or something is going to die. And you’re right. If you let go, something will die, but it’s something that will benefit you greatly. (Pema)

hearin the music

I am excited and snapping smiles and in joyful interior and self life most of the time

I see the clouds of story just as that stories

I prayer for only gods love and wisdom to be felt by me

If I praise out lords good graces and unconditional love I feel more in connection to this....and have some wisdon around it

I believe there is an intention that is all around us, in monastary, in Georgia in new York that there is an openness to heaven on earth for everyone.

Like music, if u don't turn on the radio- u not gonna hear all the notes....

YYu have already embarked on this journey of self-reflection, you may be at a place that everyone, sooner or later, experiences on the spiritual path. After a while it seems like almost every moment of your life you’re there, where you realize you have a choice. You have a choice whether to open or close, whether to hold on or to let go, whether to harden or soften, whether to hold your seat or strike out. That choice is presented to you again and again and again. (Pema)y 

someone asked

I am no expert
Actually I wonder if I c even give advise you all,
What come to share---

‎* name what you are doing in the beginning of every session, name the intention‎ to eachother...have counselor reflect each to make sure you heard it right

‎

*make a claim to eachother that you truly like‎ the other person and say something towards one of these traits to eachother

Next hard one

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‎Make a commitment to not use this preious time to tell stories or details of WHY you feel a certain way. Speak on what feelings u just have.....what you are looking for and how u can get there

‎

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Drama and pointing,are  stories we shovel up,.

Like sand on a beach

They are endless and one can't build a

Foundation with sand....

The wave of reality will always wash it away----

-kmg

dante

Because your pride remains unquenched,

you suffer greater punishment. 

In your own anger lies your agony, 

a fitting torment for your rage.

Dante

quotee

When we feel powerful energy, we tend to be extremely uncomfortable until things are fixed in some kind of secure and comforting way either on the side of "yes" or the side of "no," the side of "right" or the side of "wrong." We long for something that we can hold on to. (Pema)

prose

Emotion- 

Joy hangs on ever so close and wants to attack itself, like a magnet, when u reach up and sadness is the grab bag of the day.

They will be done, feel the energy, the excitement, the safety, 

 I don't know what to pray for, in  givenmes and spiritual pride

I see the gifts of words to comfort, as loss is all around me and I am called.....

I see the gift to be with myself and I feel into peace love happiness........

I feel I can not ask for what I can not really know is my way, I pray for knowledge‎ 

I PRAY TO Carry in my backpack only what christ carried.

Love, kindness, caring, offering, healing, giving, touch.......

"Son of david" they cried, ‎the blind, the sick, the untouchables, he touched. I pray to service so many

And be held and loved the same.

-kmg

loss

‎I hope you ask to be taken to nature and let alone to walk ahead.

I hope you can close your eyes and see behind the darkest nights of the soul a travelling light for even this picture of a sunrise, the day put to rest includes all......

 And strangely I feel that even nature needs the tears  you need to shed....

I pray now for you, let angels comfort you 

strong one! 

-kmg

‎I hope you ask to be taken to nature and let alone to walk ahead.

I hope you can close your eyes and see behind the darkest nights of the soul a travelling light for even this picture of a sunrise, the day put to rest includes all......

 And strangely I feel that even nature needs the tear you need to shed....

I pray now for you, let angels comfort you 

strong one! 

-kmg

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From: Alexandra Gersten Vassilaros Sent: Tuesday, July 14, 2015 11:54 AM To: Karen Gruber Subject: Re: My friend.....

I love you

Thank you

A

Sent from my iPhone

On Jul 14, 2015, at 9:01 AM, Karen Gruber <karenmerigruber@gmail.com> wrote:

‎It's so easy to put ur hand up and stop the world

And so you should

For now I implore you to sit with jonny

And feel him 

So all you have been through is for this moment

Is for this transition with has no time

And will be a process which measures not with time

You are loved.... and be gentle on yourself

Cry all the tears til you think there are no more

And know they aare the everlasting waters that

Become a well of hope....

Kmg 2015

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prayer -- loss

‎It's so easy to put ur hand up and stop the world

And so you should

For now I implore you to sit withthe soul f your beloved...

And feel him 

So all you have been through is for this moment

Is for this transition which  has no time

And will be a process which measures not with time

You are loved.... and be gentle on yourself

Cry all the tears til you think there are no more

And know they aare the everlasting waters that

Become a well of hope....

‎

Kmg 2015‎

‎

pema choden

Developing patience and fearlessness means learning to sit still with the edginess of the discomforting energy. It's like sitting on a wild horse, or maybe even more like a wild tiger that could eat you up.  (Pema)

loss

My heart opens

As my lip quavers 

As I feel into a pain i can not know

For you  have met fear over and over and lived into a love and loss that seems it could span many lifetimes 

And it will

for my friend

your love for who you lost and his love  for you will spam a life time comforting this loss and keeping sacred all that he is and will always be to you and your precious children 

May you always  feel your loved one around you I pray peace for you in your grieving. Process

I am here always

another seeker who blogs with me........

Hope says By Antonio Machado (1875 - 1939) English version by Ivan M. Granger           Hope says: One day you will see her, if you wait well. Says despair: She is only your bitterness. Beat, my heart... Not all has been swallowed by the earth. / Photo by RezzanATAKOL /

Thought for the Day:    by Ivan M. Granger We can choose the world we live in and the way we live in the world.

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Hi -

This heartbreaking poem wrestles with that great empty space left by death. The "her" referred to here is Machado's wife, who died very young. Her death is an anguished absence in many of his poems.

But this poem's few lines have a quiet courage as well. The tension between hope and despair seems equal and impossible to resolve, but his soul makes a stand and gives that final nudge in favor of hope and the world of the living.

I selected this poem today to touch on some of the ways that death is a teacher, perhaps our most powerful teacher. Our own death. The death of loved ones. The small daily deaths of loss and change and uncertainty. The terrifying certainty that death eventually comes for everyone and everything.

Usually, we try not to think about death at all, or at least not with depth and an unshaken gaze. When forced to think about it directly, we tend to view death as an evil thing, a devilish force, something that breaks the way reality should work. But the simple truth that death touches every corner of the material world tells us that it is essential to reality on a certain level. Death is a universal presence, and therefore a bearer of universal truth.

Death is an essential teacher, and we each must, in our own way, overcome that reflexive fear and learn to learn from it.

It is such an immense, emotion-fraught, and shadowy subject, and I won't suggest simple, comfortable answers. Here are just a few my own thoughts and observations...

Death teaches us to let go. So much of life is spent in acquiring, gathering, and holding, but that becomes a lopsided equation. Life must include letting go, to find balance. And, I have found that, when I truly accept this, the internal act of letting go can also be a great unburdening. Letting go, in great and in small ways, can be a tremendous release, like exhaling after holding one's breath.

And, when we think about it, much of spiritual practice does exactly the same thing: teaching us to let go, to exhale, to witness the unhindered flow of life.

We can say this is about non-attachment, but I would carry this further to say this is about non-identification. By that I mean that what truly frightens us to release are the things we identify with. The things and relationships that define our own sense of self are the hardest to lose. Their loss gives us a glimpse of our own death; some part of our self definition has been broken open.

That is a big part of it, I think -- death, along with its gentler, daily form, loss, help us to see the many ways we have defined ourselves, the ways we have externalized ourselves, the ways we have tried to formulate an unchanging and limited idea of self. When pieces of that elaborate self-construction are removed or moved around, we are often traumatized, eliciting a very real encounter with death, even if physical mortality is not an immediate concern. But, we also have the opportunity to recognize that we are still essentially here. Some essential part of ourselves remains completely itself, regardless of what change or loss is experienced or how our sense of who we are has changed.

We might say that death removes the non-essential to help us discover what is essential and unchanging.

Or we can say something nearly the opposite: that death takes what is absolutely essential to us in order to awaken such a pure ache that we seek for deeper meaning, a deeper understanding of reality, and a deeper sense of self.

We can say that death comes for our stories, and only takes us when we cannot let go.

Or we can say that death metes out death until we discover we cannot die.

It would be foolish to argue against the all too blunt reality of physical death and the very real experience of loss in daily life. It is not so much that "learning" these lessons inoculates us against death and loss; rather, we come to understand them differently. Loss happens, but it is part of the eternal rhythm of movement through one's life. Death happens, but perhaps it is not the loss of self we feared. When we let go of our carefully constructed ideas of self and come to see the immense, undefined being we actually are, the flow of coming and going becomes a very diffetrent experience.

Beat, my heart... Not all
has been swallowed by the earth.

Wishing you a joyful, life-filled day today!

Ivan

pprayer

“Then Jesus said to his disciples: “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat, or about your body, what you will wear.  Life is more than food, and the body more than clothes.”

 Luke 12:22-23

Prayer

  Lord of Heaven, It is right for us to be concerned about areas in our lives that we are responsible for, and that we should uphold our duties.  Concern turns to worry when we alarm ourselves with things that we have no control over.  This is sin because we are denying Your faithfulness.  Lord, empower us with such faith that we stop worrying about things we can’t control.

 Amen

  

emotion

All the love I feel
Choked up inside of me
Clenches my body and
I soften to feel
I breathe in emotion
And open to compassion

For all those souls who touch
What I touch today
Is loss
In fear
In sickness

May this love touch all of that
As its all gift

Henley, England 2015

almost nightfall this side of the underground

Amazing
From regatta to ramandan
It took a moment to realize
It took being aware
Of all around me

This piart of town is in full preperation for pray and break
fast....

I can almost vibrate with the emencity of the movement in  the air, like a great storm, a wind of all the good and all the bad together waiting and whirling around til sunrise.......

1835

Close my eyes, I awake
Into
 stillness
Excitment rises
as I can't shut out
Or sleep into

There is energy

Sipping coffee. In this
onces a  home
Turned into another sort of service


Shop

Dinners for families sat in this very room
Prayers before food was consumed
In

1835 must I calculate the years to know it's a lot

I think there are mistakes and
Little children who get shot in the crossfire
And angels whose wings are clipped in flight
And everything isn't always just right
The way we made it

And I think there are chances and signs
And gifts and blessings
To get back home
To live heaven on earth....
                 Be we even so blessed....

trust-

This moment I think I could be an old woman
With my passport and bank account I need spend
But a pennance to feel into people and sunrises and places and become part of a small lake side or mountain side community but in an instance, in a smiling*, in a coffee and a setttling in

This moment I am a child, knowing not where I am taken or where I will go as I have complete trust.....

Amen

the bridge--- a week later

Mornings
Always another one arises
Eyes closed one can feel the stillnesss
And open to the thumbprint
The perfect vision of time
Hollagrammed on the moments that make up life

These clothes on my back
Make this as much home as any other
   My life ifs my gift-

-kmg 2015

I hold court for 17 year Olds who can't quite escape and who can't quite drinks as they stop by my table here on thames at enclosures most exclusive setting? Why? Cause u can order seafood and that word alone says stop to those who check their pockets....order wine, five pounds eighty and I offer ten pounds to everyone who offers refills and they keep coming as my offering remains the same. I feel legend and anoymus all all in one as I gentley swagger stories to make everyone feel entertained, included and heard----smoke swirls in the air and for a moment I look around and wonder to drag on the cigar......

Sounds clouds over a clear blue sky, the wine seems to alter the places whwre normal senses hear and feel....doeas it waise the veil on light, sun. Behind these glasses that I raise to see..... cheers, energy, the wind blows up my silk skirt and I feel sensual in the garmets I wear underneath. Invisible they are and also a part of what is here, wrapped in the. Body that presents itself and I sit, walk and awake in this moment -kmg 2015

pema

There is a teaching that says that behind all hardening and tightening and rigidity of the heart, there’s always fear. But if you touch fear, behind fear there is a soft spot. And if you touch that soft spot, you find the vast blue sky. You find that which is ineffable, ungraspable, and unbiased, that which can support and awaken us at any time. (Pema) !!

         I am the Great Sun

                      From a Normandy crucifix of 1632

                                  by Charles Causley
 

I am the great sun, but you do not see me,
   I am your best friend , but you turn away.
I am the captive, but you do not free me,
   I am the captain but you will not obey.

I am the truth, but you will not believe me,
   I am the city where you will not stay.
   I am that God to whom you will not pray.

I am your counsel, but you will not hear me,
   I am your lover whom you will betray.
I am the victor, but you do not cheer me,
   I am the holy dove whom you will slay.

I am your life, but if you will not name me,
   Seal up your soul with tears, and never blame me.

Edited a Charles Causley was born and has lived, apart from six years in the Royal Navy during the Second World War, in Launceston, Cornwall.

Sunrise here is an awakening

I'm grateful. For records, local coffee shops and time to turn the pages of a dazzling novel!!!

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for they shall feel god