Hi Kristy,
That’s wild, that you love to pray. I really get into meditation in fits and spurts, and I have family members who are super duper into prayer which never really resonated for me. That’s my take too, on Carla’s morning offerings – that they are prayer.
What I love so much about the L/L stuff is how it paints this big interplanetary, galactic, the whole big shmear sort of a soap opera. But it’s all involved, and entities have been on other planets like Mars and Venus, and remnants from those and other planets live here, and entities from other parts of the galaxy and universe are also really involved here, and everyone’s just sort of doing their thing. But it’s not this big empty-space universe with us as an accident of inconceivable proportions in the middle of nowhere, but a rich, busy, sensible place, really (it takes a lot of study to get there, but this is the basic feeling I get from putting the time in). So it makes sense and I resonate to it, and one feature of all the activity and friendliness of the whole thing (as opposed to the unfriendliness of “in outer space no one can hear you scream” take on the universe) is what is usually one of those myriad mystical soundbites when you get into this stuff, “everything is energy,” or everything is consciousness.” So praying is just sort of communicating, in a heartfelt, faithful, passionate way, to all that energy. Which can be further defined and explicated in turns of consciousness and levels of ... and blah blah. But the sort of inner, divine intelligence of the whole thing...which it takes a whole lot to believe that you matter to it, that you’re part of it. But I’m talking myself into mattering. It’s sort of a constant back and forth between being in a 3d, chemical distillery body, and in a culture that is pretty profoundly devaluing (if you’re into that – I kind of pick up on that), and recalling the bigger me, and prayer is a good way to communicate that implicates my “bigger me” state.
Dreamweaver.
That’s wild, that you love to pray. I really get into meditation in fits and spurts, and I have family members who are super duper into prayer which never really resonated for me. That’s my take too, on Carla’s morning offerings – that they are prayer.
What I love so much about the L/L stuff is how it paints this big interplanetary, galactic, the whole big shmear sort of a soap opera. But it’s all involved, and entities have been on other planets like Mars and Venus, and remnants from those and other planets live here, and entities from other parts of the galaxy and universe are also really involved here, and everyone’s just sort of doing their thing. But it’s not this big empty-space universe with us as an accident of inconceivable proportions in the middle of nowhere, but a rich, busy, sensible place, really (it takes a lot of study to get there, but this is the basic feeling I get from putting the time in). So it makes sense and I resonate to it, and one feature of all the activity and friendliness of the whole thing (as opposed to the unfriendliness of “in outer space no one can hear you scream” take on the universe) is what is usually one of those myriad mystical soundbites when you get into this stuff, “everything is energy,” or everything is consciousness.” So praying is just sort of communicating, in a heartfelt, faithful, passionate way, to all that energy. Which can be further defined and explicated in turns of consciousness and levels of ... and blah blah. But the sort of inner, divine intelligence of the whole thing...which it takes a whole lot to believe that you matter to it, that you’re part of it. But I’m talking myself into mattering. It’s sort of a constant back and forth between being in a 3d, chemical distillery body, and in a culture that is pretty profoundly devaluing (if you’re into that – I kind of pick up on that), and recalling the bigger me, and prayer is a good way to communicate that implicates my “bigger me” state.
Dreamweaver.