The Answer #6


Last Weeks questions seemed to contain an element of fear and I could not help but think of this wonderful passage that I have quoted below.


“The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it. 

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?" 

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." 

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. 

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt." 

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?" 

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." 

"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled. 

"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always.” 
The rabbit sighed. He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he could become it without these” 

So many of the questions being asked also are much more questions that need intellectual verification, and that is just not how this works. So we are encouraged once again to depend upon the wisdom of the heart rather than the thinking mind. To trust that we know; that we know that we know and even though the ego and mind might doubt, which is their nature, that we do not need to identify with that limited perspective.

An often forgotten aspect of this work is that not only are we being taught through the words that we read, but through our willingness and our intention our vibration is raised. The guides, who are sharing this material, are also raising us up if that is what we desire. It is a continual reminder that we are not alone.

There are many ways to participate in our own healing and the healing of the world. Simple acts of kindness, opening to forgiveness, catching ourselves when judgments arise. None of these and many others seem terribly dramatic, and yet the world is saved by each of these acts of love.

The question we closed with this morning was how can I act more lovingly. In what areas of my life am I being called upon to open my heart.


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