Keeper Of The Key

Sheer panic grips her. Wiles have been perpetrated. Subtle breezes lift strands of her hair. They wrap around her neck, as if attempting to choke out any sound, any melody. Her lips part only to find silence. Velvet eyes set within a pale, soft face, like deep pools were known to flash green and blue sparks of internal praise. Now listless and quiet, they reflect only the loss of joy. Little foxes, they came and stole her song.

How could one of such great beauty and prose stand on the very edge of morning and not know? Not remember? Yes, the little foxes, they came and stole her song.

This is a travesty, for she is His righteous keeper of the key.

Footsteps somber with weights of encumbrance halt her once agile stride. One more step and quicksand will swallow her, consume her. Somewhere beneath fear, awareness is awakening. The light inside flickers, responding to the external breezes born of His presence, waiting, hoping to stir sonnets once sung. Droplets of moisture form, flowing aloft creamy foundations of her countenance, imploring, entreating her, yet she does not hear.

This is a perplexity, for she is His righteous keeper of the key.

Fear, the bearer of her panic, assaults her, threatens her and numbers her flaws, her past failed attempts. Deception releases fogs of treachery, obscuring triumphs, belittling offerings to her King.

Her enemy whispers in her ear, "Like a discarded harp, you are broken; you have lost your key, lost your way."

Words of men echo through her mind, setting up walls and doors barred with self-doubt. Yet, the light flickers in her heart—in a room darkened— refusing to yield to her momentary lapse of memory and self-blame.

This is a mockery, for she is His righteous keeper of the key.

Grace and a covering of love stir, moving melodiously across the broken strings of her passion. He enfolds her with healing grace, mending, restoring—communing. O, how He loves her.

Droplets of wooing melody caress her, draw her, stir her, escalating above the silence and deafening introspections of discord. Misting red with sacrifice, He reminds her, leading with unconditional love. Rising, liquid gems of cleansing weep through velvet portals of freedom. Traveling with transforming power, tender assurances soften her. Ears once deafened—hear. Eyes once empty—shine. Voice once silent— responds to ascending vibrations of praise, releasing sighs of promise.

This is a mystery, for she is His righteous keeper of the key.

With essences of His love captivating her heart, she moves. Soft winds fanning begin to illumine, blowing on her smoldering embers, embracing her darkness. She remembers; God has not given us (me) a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and a sound mind.

Taking her thoughts captive, she walks upon the quicksand of onslaught. Her light flickering becomes a flame, exploding, and flashing with sparks of internal jubilations. Peace, like a glorious sun, radiates. It abides, pushing out fear. O, how she loves Him.

She ponders. She meditates on His word stored up in her heart for such a day as this.

O Rejoice in the LORD, O you righteous, For praise from the upright is beautiful. Praise the Lord with the harp; Make melody to Him with an instrument of ten strings. Sing Him a new song. Play skillfully with a shout of joy.

Panic born of fear finds no place in this habitation of reciprocating love, for she is moving in harmony with Him. Ahhh—She is His worshipper. He is her song.

With travesty undone, she proclaims, "I am His righteous keeper of the key."

Sheer joy grips her. Subtle breezes of sweet refrain lift her heart, wrapping His chords around her, enveloping her within His melody. Her eyes now pearls of promise moistened by tears of repentance, radiate a new found joy. Standing in the midst of morning, she submits to the administrations of His singing, wafting across strings of her desiring—ascending.

No longer a mystery, she reclaims her place as keeper of the key; she is the upright, the beautiful, the caretaker of His melody. For praise is entrusted to the righteous.

He whispers. She sings—His song.

Ahhh, sweet mystery, sweet melody…The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty, He will save, He will rejoice over thee with joy; He will rest in His Love, He will joy over thee with singing.

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2Tim 1:7 (MKJV)

Ps 33:1-3 (NKJV)

Zep 3:17 (KJV)

36 Tips to Hearing God's Voice, The Voice For Love Within You - Tip 1 - Thoughts On Hearing God

Even though I could remember talking to God as a kid, when I was an adult and thought about talking to God, what came to my mind was: "Who are you to think that you can talk to God?" But the truth is, who am I not to? Who are YOU not to? When we think, "Who am I to talk to God?" we deny ourselves our Oneness with our Source. So even though the thought might arise, "who am I to think that I can talk to God?" it is just a thought. It's just something that arises when you entertain the thought of connecting with Source.

There are lots of thoughts that arise just like that: "Talking to God is impossible. Talking to God is something that only Holy people do. Talking to God is something that takes years and years of meditation, dedication, and isolation. One has to be in a monastery or be a priest or Pope to be able to talk to God." All of these thoughts are just distractions in the moment to keep you from connecting with your Source.

When you begin to think about talking to God and hearing His Voice, by whatever name you use, be it God's Voice, Holy Spirit, Voice for Love or Peace, Higher Self, True Self, Inner Wisdom, small still voice within, become aware of what thoughts arise. Notice what happens when you do that. If you become afraid at the thought of talking to God, that just means that a thought has arisen that caused you to become fearful. A fear thought could be as simple as, "I'll never be able to do that." It could be a thought that says, "I am not worthy of talking to God. God would never talk to me." It could be, "Look at all the things that I have said and done. Why would God bother with me?"

When you notice what emotion arises when you think about talking to God, you can know that a thought, which we call emotion, has attached itself to that thought, and just allow yourself to become aware of what it is that arose in your mind that was this momentary distraction, because that is all it is. It's just the idea of "look over here," instead of going to God. Notice this instead of going to God. Solve this instead of going to God. But that thought is only a tiny, meaningless distraction. It's like a little flea that's nibbling away at you here and there, and all you have to do is see it for what it is. If you want to scratch the bites, that's fine, but don't let that become the focus of your reality. It's just a little bite. Scratch it and move on. That's all these thoughts are, just a little momentary distraction. Notice them for what they are and move on.

In your meditation practice, in your communication with God and God's Voice, allow yourself to become aware of what arises in your mind as you go within. Do your best to notice those thoughts, emotions, or beliefs as lovingly and kindly as you can. They are just thoughts that arise. They don't mean anything. They are not a reflection of you. They're just thoughts that arise, these little flea bites that distract you for a moment. When you notice them for what they really are and respond to them with truth, love, and kindness, you are free to continue to focus on your connection with God.

Let's say, for example, that you have the thought: "Who am I to think that I can talk to God?" You can then remember: "Oh yeah, who am I NOT to? It's my job to be connected with Source. That's my job. That's all God would ask of me. Who am I not to?" Or you have the thought: "Why would God want to talk to me?" You can respond, "Because God created me and God only sees my perfection. God wants nothing more than to talk with me."

"I am not worthy. I've done these things, said these things, or thought these things. I am not worthy to talk to God," and you remind yourself, "God doesn't care. God just loves. God does not judge, God just loves."

Whatever thoughts arise, allow yourself to respond to them with Truth. You know the truth in your heart. You know that God only loves. So when you have the thought: "Oh, I've done these things or said these things. God will judge me," you can remember, "Actually, God doesn't judge. I am the only one judging me," and continue to move past that thought or move on from that bug bite. Allow yourself to continue to move in the direction of connecting with Source. It's as if you are maneuvering your way around these little distractions or obstacles, the little thoughts that arise, but you respond lovingly to them and remain on the pathway to Source.

There is nothing that can stop you from getting to God. There is nothing that can keep you from your Creator. Even if you're not sure how to respond with the truth to a thought that arises, just remind yourself, "Nothing can keep me from my Creator," and continue to move along on that path.

Since it is only a thought that can keep you from God, let yourself notice what thoughts have arisen in the past few minutes. Make note of the thoughts that sound familiar or the thoughts that have come to your mind and allow yourself in the next few days to continue to become more and more aware of what thoughts come up when you think about talking with God. Really look at each thought and allow a truthful response to each one to come to you so that you know no matter what thought arises, there is nothing that can keep you from your Source. Focus on this in the next few days and find out how much more connected you feel to God in doing so.

HUMAN RIGHTS PRESENTATION

Border activist Enrique Morones will give a presentation on the recent cross country Marcha Migrante that visited 40 cities in 12 states. Morones, a San Diego native, is President and founder of Border Angels an all volunteer group established in 1986 that places water in the desert during the summer and blankets and food in the winter on the border areas to help save migrant lives. As a founder of Gente Unida (a human rights border coalition of 65 human right groups) he helped lead the national effort against the vigilante Minutemen. His most recent project was the National March for Migrants a caravan from San Diego to Washington DC and back in February where they visited 40 cities in 27 days demanding NO ON HR 4437, NO MORE DEATHS and JUSTICE FOR MIGRANTS. For more info on Enrique Morones visit www.borderangels.org.