A Gift From Above
by Dennis Arbour
"Behold, fear not, for I bring you good news".
I really don't remember where I heard this from, but it has stuck in my mind for many years. Way after Christmas and even in the summer I have heard this phrase. Like something that has more body than a holiday. Something that is exactly correct and true all the time, and not just a special occasion. Maybe the heavens are calling us!
Maybe the heavens want to give us a gift but don't know how to approach us in our human-ness. As far as I can remember, we were always invited and always welcome if we but behaved ourselves and tried to grow up. But where do we start to understand what the heavens are trying to give us as a gift when we don't even know how to receive it? And what would be this gift that the heavens might give? How would I know it when it was presented, and what would I do with it? What would be that gift? What could it be? Don't we all at least "feel" that there is "something" around the corner of our lives and existence? Is that the gift? That we are drawn forward to see and know what might be ahead that we call promise?
Some of us that receive this newsletter are TRV'ers, and some are not at all. Some of us are intuitive and others profess they are like a stone in that department. Some are blessed with this attribute or that quality, or learn new things along the way. All have something to offer.
As a TRV'er, I have gained something so precious, especially in the light of this marked holiday; Christmas. I'm not really sure whether I have received a gift from someone or gave it to myself. I don't know if it was presented or received! I do recognize it as a gift in my life that changed my thinking and opened a door to everything.
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For the most part I consider myself like everybody else treading and moving about on this ball of stuff called Earth. I live here, and in spite of the drudgery of the daily routine to make all ends meet and follow the line, I wander in my thoughts to things that sit off the beaten path of common thinking. We all do, because the drudgery can be numbing if we didn't look in the "corners" of life to find some purpose to our deeds and being here.
I found a new landscape that was legendary in its size and scope, and on occasion, I would launch out like a bungee-jumper off a bridge to see if there was any merit to its reality. And like all of us, I would reach the end of the chord and be yanked back to the place I began. Then I would wonder if it really happened at all.
I believed and felt that there were new skies and new places in this wonderful flying cathedral of existence, always entertained the idea that everybody thought so, or at least had some inkling that there was more to it than just 'this'. There are many stories and legends, too much to think that this was just a wishful thought, which made me try to go see. There were other places I had calling me, like you.
Down through the ages we all have dreamed, at least, of these other places, even worlds, that might exist—worlds that may even be greater than any king's splendor. A place so large and so right and so true and fair that all of us would fit nicely and be at home, willing to do or be what we might to really be part of the actuality and continuance of such fairness and fullness of life, with eternity stretched before us. I think they would call it Heaven.
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What was not expected was that someday Heaven itself would call on us, would approach us, and would even whisper in our heart to us. It was expected by very few that the heavens would even note our hard course of human existence and troubled history, or sorrow and tears and hopes and dreams that things could be right in this world. It was not expected that God would wear our clothes and flesh. Some just think that it's just too much to believe. But it did.
We celebrate Christmas and give gifts, put up Christmas trees and gather family and spend money and put up the trappings of celebration reminding each other of... something.
I remind you. I remind you that the universe and all of existence is not a closed door. I even imagine sometimes that everyone could see that everything is one big "shebang" with no part, no thing, no person left out of he equation. It is our job to try to remember who is forgotten. That is Christmas.
I am a TRV'er, avid and excited that the windows of those heavens have now been opened. The first thing and law I learned was that we are one, must be for each other, and would do better helping each other.
Christmas is 365 days a year, not one, and is a divine law up there... just around the corner. Don't believe me? Just go see!
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