THE SHIFT = RECOVERY
This awareness came with the recognition of extensive addiction, bearing numerous branches, in one I hold most dear. It has been shown, so it can be known.
The following is a true story...
It turns out it was Amelia Love Clearheart who paid the POWER bill. She accrued two and a half months of sobriety (and continuing), and was given to spiritual restoration, and an upgrade of personal empowerment as a result.
It needs to be known that Amelia is afflicted with a most colorful, energetic, passionate, and powerfully creative and destructive gaggle of addictions! She is the beloved one to whom I refer above.
As it went, not too long ago, she gave away her power to a Divine human, confusing him with her God. Yet, he was simply of Divine appointment, serving as greeter, muse, and assistant catalyst for the recovery journey for which Amelia had long prayed, and on which she proceeded to embark. Because of her mis-construing, her real God seemed to her suddenly ineffective, as if non-existent. Without her true God, she could not even dance! So commenced the downward plunge.
Emptied of faith, full of misguided, indignant will, having perceived the failing of her Higher Power, she rapidly fell, smacking her Spirit with break-neck force upon the frozen ground of her internal abyss; the incubation place of her dark-truth, and slaughter house of hope. Fraught with fear, facing the impending doom of progressive misery, she sobbed a prayer for many days, across 2 moons, to a God she could hardly fathom, let alone feel.
As love would have it, the warmth of her earnest tears made supple her frigid, defeated posture, and she began the onerous scaling of fiercely burning, precipitous walls, one searing brick at a time. She lugged with her all the burdens of a her many lifetimes, heavily inching along her slow ascension from her hand-made hell. Sometimes she screamed in angst, other times she laughed in numb mania, incredulous over the persistence of her formidable dis-ease.
At one point, upon looking up, then down, and then up again, she perceived there to be no end to her climb out of the abyss, and nearly resolved to fall back to the ground, where at least she could just lie still, if frozen in failure for all of eternity. Again, she cried, praying her hopelessness to a seemingly absent God. It was with this act of faith, there swelled in her a robust heat. As if one thousand healing hands, reaching from all concealed dimensions, had been placed upon her Spirit. She sensed lift, with such lightness as the infant feels in her Mother's arms. And then, above, there shown a glow- distant, but bright....a steady light that summoned her. And finally, a sound. A gentle murmur, whispering "surrender." In warmth, and lightness, on a breath of trust, she did that which she knew she must. She broke open, and emptied her bag of burdens, released her tense grip from the hot bricks, and reclined deeply into those thousand warm, healing hands.
They gave rise! Instantly and effortlessly, she was ascending, and at a more than slow pace, while profoundly gentle. The glow from above grew wider, longer, brighter, filling the breadth of her vision. Was it just a nearing candle, or a distant sun? Neither. It was a glistening in the Eye of God, reflecting her very own lighted heart. By her own luminance, no longer turned downward toward darkness in fear, but upward in weightless willingness, toward Love, her way was radiantly lit. Into her wide, open heart flowed her spiritual power. That of Faith, Love, and Surrender. The Power of Providence.
And so it Is, this very moment, as I publish this writing. We sit in reflection, Amelia and Gaia, receiving. I encourage, support, protect, and teach her how, and she powers forward with her learnings. One day soon, she will be firm in the acceptance of Who she really Is, and we will freely Be, as One.
No Her, no Me. Just One.
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A related understanding of Amelia:
Amelia loves and wants addicts (to this day), and they love and want her back, fiercely. It is the reflection! She sees herself, and falls in love, as do they, in most cases. But Amelia, in her addictions, is of an untempered ego, wrought with loveless voids, bare of discipline, and holding a debt of humility. The Amelia of equanimity knows her community, and very much her King, also has, or is soon to find, recovery, taking common ground with her. They can be recognized by their serene smiles, indeed, a reflection of her own. And this King, this One who is of and for God, and given to The Shift, will flow freely toward her heart's light. She need only remain open and luminous!
RECOVERY- this is the revolution we have been envisioning and anticipating. The Recovery is of the Spirit, from the grips of pestilent conditioning, back to the organic nature of the loving instinct. Recovery gives agency over Self, and from there, our wholeness, with health and strength in abundance, can be surrendered to The Body of God. The return to One IS The Shift.
RECOVER, and DISCOVER TRUE FREEDOM~
It is said and read, and it is done.
All ways,
Gaia Love One (GLO~)
P.S. I sure do love me some Amelia! Thank You for all your dedicated work, and getting to the letting go, My Love~
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