“I have come not to destroy the law but to fulfill it.” Remember: Where there was blame, praise. Former things are subsumed and transmuted, run through the reversing hourglass, known, incorporated and compassionately loved and honored.

    As we’ve seen, through Operation Bootstrap we develop separation to reverse paradoxically into sacred relationship, hard constraints turn into a firm sense of Reality, lust turns to Love and endless generational repetition is transformed into spiritual regeneration, neediness turns to the circle of receiving and pouring out, and so on.

    So when we hesitate to walk on the water, we’re not only building up steam to make the leap. Engaging each human belief, we’re enlarging on lessons which transform us, widening Principles to live out from, in our renewed awareness, our Renewed World.

    “The way up and the way down is one and the same.” (Heraclitus)

    The metaphors of height and depth. High and deep places, musical notes, colors, social classes, emotions. The peak experience and the deep unconscious.

    The lowest becomes the highest. The use of the bathroom (say, at work) as a place to meditate, a temple. Everything replenishes.

    “Blessings of heaven above, blessings of the deep that lieth under.” (Genesis 49)

    So, many seemingly unrelated areas are all metaphors for the same inexpressible Activity. The paradoxical expansion of the Boundless from our human state, the middle phase, embraces and unites our earthly journey with both our impeccable origin and goal (both go upwards, both go down); the perfect perfection of God and imperfect perfection of man.

    Transmutation. In a Lowly hole we find the holy of holies. The stone which the builders rejected is become the head of the corner. The last shall tie for first.

    Descent, deepness. Idea, logos, word falls into the heart, deepens into the palpable kingdom.

    “I will overturn, overturn, overturn....until he come whose right it is.” If we could put off alteration, we’d put off revelation. Revolve, evolve, rotate out. Only by leaning into this ruthless overturning of a succession of belief systems within ourselves, which dispatches our conditioned faults and guilt, do we pass through the crucible and alchemical flame, and encircle and redeem and re-member all the layered sacred shards of the past, in Love’s Body.

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                      trees spiral up

                      twigs intertwining

                      unconfining

                      endless rounds of circumstance uplifted

                      gifted

    What we call Earth really is Heaven, right here, right now. We awaken to the mystical Consciousness of One Body, the holy temple which Consciousness forms in Thy likeness.

    Repairing a Perfect World:

    Imperfect perfection of man: Paradoxically, the plenitude of our faults and mistakes and errant zigzags has been needed to reveal the Beyond-form As the transfigured Renewed World. In meditatively joining our own center, our taproot, our source, we get where we are going, the realm of spiritual awareness, of conscious relationship in Oneness. Infinity grows. We repair a perfect world.

    The other levels of our own awareness wait upon us, for we have the bodies, the firm belief we are real; imperfect, self-sacrificing, cracked, broken vessels, with tears of compassion anointing the world.

    Spiritual perfection contains no glitches. In meditating, we quit kicking against the pricks, everything starts to click. All our suffering is suddenly assuaged, all our fool’s errands have brought us to the shiny new Presence expressing ever in this moment.

    A harmonious world of divine relationship, whose reality, we know, comes solely from our Consciousness.

    However much we’ve been misperceiving it, if we really look we see peace, abundance, beauty, and good, As every being, already surrounding us in the world.

    Feeling confident in the Holy, we sense the Presence permeating all, hear the puns, find the artworks, share the fruitful fresh exchanges, drift with the green rivers within every meadow slope, informing every tree. We all know each other even as we are known.

     The answers, like myths or events of the day, are imbedded in the present if illegible yet.

    This is a spiritual perfect universe whether we realize it or not, so every vision seen in it will go for balmy and fully benign purposes.

    God is the all-in-all. God made all that was made, and all that God made is good. God is the all-in-all and I Am That---and besides Me there is no other. Thou art My beloved son, flawless and well-pleasing in thy ways. This is a perfect spiritual universe---besides which there is no other.

    Weeping willow ripply reflected in the pond, flowers’ fragrance silkily wafting, geese and ducks tucked up into napping. All this beauty pours itself continuously forth, whether any human views it or not. And our life is essential to infinitude, whether anyone knows it or not, whether we ourselves know it or not. All is fast in the everpresent nowness of the One Consciousness. All is fast: still and running. Just as God, each us is everything, and omnifertile nothing.

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Joyfulness, Playfulness

    Sensing God is the most fun we can have---the most joy---activity, not work.

    Everything in the world has inherent goodness; playing is good; leisure and work are equally our celestial business. When we have no point, playfulness runs up and jumps on us wagging its tail.

    Luxuries and the necessities of life are both the same when we’re aware we’re the fullness of God, because life itself is unforced, free and easy, no dreary dire necessity, solely the outlet we like for our own divine expression, our jubilance. Spontaneous yet the ends secure, the moment’s creation is recreation too.

    Dream. Spend an afternoon playing with little kids---rename things such as laughed foot and write foot. Fool around and teach the mystic, without toil.

    The joy, the love of seeing God playing with me in all interchanges.

    We list where we list. Our purified mind, fluid, still willingly bends, and dances with all creation.

    As we live basking in the Presence, so we invite the globe to the spiritual realm of Consciousness.

    Peace, fear not. And, when the rest adds on, this includes all delightsome friendships and pleasures. I Am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.

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Fleshing Out the Principles

    Which came first? The Egg. We, God, are all unified beyond form at the deepest level of our awareness. Out from this: Why did the chicken cross the road? We become parents, the great phenomenal opposites, driving towards the periodic reunification of the Christ child, Oneness containing relationship---“Two distincts, division none” says Shakespeare--- at higher and higher re-turns, outstretching from glory to glory to glory Be.

    Our principles flesh out, not by logical calculations, but as children grow up, with lifetimes of experience, wisdom and grace.

    We’re an artist or poet before blank paper, we’re illumined by lightning flashes. Every moment is unknown creation, we’re constantly decking out our transparent.

                                     Lost

                  If a bird is winging north and south in a barn

                  which is really a temple

                  and grain mounds up to the loft

                  which is surely giving

                  but the little bird cannot land

                  which warms the rose window

                  should it hope for a web

                  for a bridge is a bed

                  will a nest also fly?

                  which is really a chakra

                  which is really home

    Not to destroy but fulfill it; no jot or tittle changed. When God lives Its life As us, our stony set melteth in bright fire, we transubstantiate every past struggle, rescue all our old sufferings and sense of sin and of wounds, enwrapping them, soothing them, forgiving and reconciling in compassion, revering and loving, healing and making whole and holy.

    The blind alleys and blurry parts of the process, Beloved, are less “real” only in that the true world is the truth of our choiceless choosing: We’re refining our perceptions, our feelings, as we enter the immediacy, the rebirth and fresh earth of God.

    Like the whirls of the ziggurat, an exalting, quickening alchemy from the middle phase of our visions reaches the summit of the Real, of our Renewed World here, honors it all and blesses us.