Resurrection, return

Talk about glory hallelujah. Resurrection Weekend. If I still did magical strawberries, I'd get myself to church tomorrow. That's where we go to meet with God, right? That's where we go to get right with God, yes?

For me it was yesterday, about 6:00pm, in the location of what I used to call His alter, the place where now stand four full bookcases.

I was on my way to get a book. Look something up. And on the way I got hit with metaphysical bricks-- well stones, crystals to be more precise--to just go directly God. On earth as it is in Heaven.

"Our Father...thy kingdom come...on earth as it is in Heaven." Funny how that is the one prayer to pray according to Jesus. Hard to believe it's all there. And yet it is.

I got on my knees in what in retrospect was repentance for not just going to Him in the first place. No, I didn't see it coming, even though I'd pulled out A Course In Miracles for the first time in years just a few hours earlier.

I'd let my ego creep back into the driver's seat these last few weeks, driving me crazy.

The most wonderful thing about the whole experience is the certainty of the pendulum motion. No matter how far I swing off-center, I'm heading back. I can count on it. Over time the pendulum swings go less far from center. It still swings. And I can't say that at this moment I have an interest in determining to stop the pendulum altogether.

Let me say that again. My process. Where I am at. I'm still learning from the pendulum swings. For me they feel important. I am fully aware that I could ask for the pendulum to stop swinging. But there's something beautiful about the motion, watching it, learning to trust in center by moving away from it. And then coming back every time.

If I had to guess, I'd say it is riding the pendulum away from center that moves out to the things that I came to own, to deal with and maybe stumble across clues to the keys to my existence. And on the way back to center, perspective shifts, I approach clarity, lessons get integrated.