A Story

Poised quill to Heaven's winds, fortune far from mind and nature's whims Caeli (pronounced "Syla," i as in flya), blew the dust off a journal still upon a shelf. Particles cascaded like loosely strewn ideas. One peered from behind the door. Was the Titmouse guarding the gateway still?

Date and times without meaning, what has changed when memory keeps and light pours in the glory of the day. May each dawn then bring saecula saeculorum, by heavenly orders.

The angels above still minding her, keeping Caeli alive. Does the wind call the birds by name or leaves of many by the same, does the wind need to? Will nature call the smile held in the heart of hearts? It won't. Who gives or calls the light of her mind but Heaven. Will the butterfly be taught to swim when to do so would be to change its very essence?

Ah, yes. Where did we leave off?

The great guide leaned in through the light. Emboldening the room like a trumpet folds a rhythm of its own. Cascading the learning in seconds and dissolving all unnatural particles.

To seek a spirit by name would be the very same dilemma as he who holds that name or would wish to. Why seek knowledge from one such as a spirit who may be unaware, or yet, not even at rest? Leave them alone so they can find their way home as intended. Knowing that is part of the gift as much as learning how. Doing so by spiritual lift to that discovery is Delivery.

If one who is aware happens to be around when that juggernaut makes the arrival of his own accord, know also that nature can carry forth, or be the mediator for heaven's song. Light in air and faith, let there be no fear in what timing is of.

Lessons about the Gift had begun.

First, there is the soul, the wandering heart. Then there is the ointment, that which nurtures it, that makes us grow. Then there are past lives greeting the two. Karma is nowhere in the picture and never was. That's man's conception though a healthy one to help understanding put things in order. Paths are worked into the learning for a point of reference. Then a remembrance of how light works because you already knew that. The levels of the spirit world envelope all circumference. Then higher domains take precedence. Delivery is naturally put for the ruckus some of this learning will cause, while the rest is peace placed firmly in your hand. Spirits will come and go one by one unless a message is carried forth in truth or seeking to rise. The light around you eventually will bounce them. Mind work, contemplation, and meditation are skills to ointment and make potent your energy. The act of Receiving evolves naturally. As do skills of discernment.

Awareness - Awakening - Enlightenment - there is no other order or steps. Achieving ascension was a gift. The gift to read is one of the choices given, you chose all of them before you were born.

That is the curriculum in light. The course of a lifetime and only for the bold in reasoning.

First step: never call a spirit by name or you will get more than you bargained for. There are ways to call and they are all inward ways never aloud whether one speaks or not. Now Caeli, tell the story of one of the first stories of spirit to example this meaning. The story will end with the beginning of the next lesson. Which is a different one for every soul.

She found the blank page of the journal, took out her pen, and began writing. The door creaked open. Was that the wind?

Excerpt from my next book.

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