The Door Creaks

Like a genie released from a lamp, he came billowing up from his just-closed grave. I noted and did not respond. In the next few days, I felt him approaching me, exploring, it seemed, the possibility of renewing and expanding the rapport we had when we were both incarnate. No. In the twenty or so years since I was last approached by a post-carnate, my schooling, training, and awareness of the potential dangers had not weakened. No. I love you, and No.

If you want to be in contact with me, talk with Jesus. Or His Mother. As I recall, you had no use for either of them while you were in the body, but maybe your perspective has changed. If you want to be in touch with me, get in touch with one or both of them. They can work it out as is best.

Jesus, I just referred him to You. When we consider what changes You have wrought in my life and understanding, I am sure that you can do what is best with him and us. Thank You. I trust You and Your process.

Within a day or so, I was brought to mind a mosaic, the living mosaic. I see this living mosaic as an icon for the solution for the sustainability of the human enterprise on this sweet planet Earth. We are each a bit of the mosaic: shell, pebble, a bit of glass, gem, a shard of mirror. Each unique. Each being refined. Each essential.

In the past year, during our Sunday Spark teleconference meditation sessions, the feeling has grown that there are others, not on the telephone, who are joining us. I now see that the Spark ‘work’ – claiming our sparks – may be beneficial whether we are in the body or out of the body. Our sparks, it seems, continue on for at least a while after biological death. The desire to affirm and connect with the sparks in others may continue. Defenses, bafflements, and distortions to which we are attached may persist. The willingness to be transformed may become more acute. If we are yearning toward our place in the mosaic, toward where we truly belong, claiming our personal spark offers a practical way to ease that movement. Whether we are in the body or out of the body.

So it seems possible that the dear soul who billowed into my attention that autumn afternoon is approaching his next lodging place within the mosaic, as am I. It’s a living mosaic, after all, every-evolving, multi-dimensional. Inclusive of those with and without bodies. All one beautiful, living mosaic. Ever-evolving. I don’t design it. You don’t design it. He doesn’t design it. We get to let go of everything that gets in the way and let ourselves fit into the design, participating in the life of the mosaic and becoming part of the solution. Together. In expanding rapport.