Essays – Scott Randall Lindberg

Planting the seeds of my desires

Planting the seeds of my desire and Letting Them Grow in the field of Intention.

Scott Randall Linndberg May14/2012

I had a beautiful dream. I was tilling the soil and lovingly turning the dirt. It took many days to churn in the fertilizer I had been patiently preparing for months. I had been cultivating the seeds for weeks and they had responded to my care by sprouting into little baby plants. As I was relishing in the miracle of how a seed takes root and peek out of the carefully prepared soil. I had the idea to write a desire on a popsicle stick and place it carefully beside each sprout. After my morning prayers and meditation I would walk out side and run my fingers through the soil and visualize these wonderful miracles reaching out to hug the sun in communion with our Mother earth. One morning as I was standing near the planter I began to notice the subtle movements in nature, as I anticipated the day of planting. Everything seemed so vibrant and new. I began too observe the path of the sun, the verging temperatures and the feel of the air. I acquired a new appreciation for the rhythms of nature and how God expresses His love and miraculous kindness through all his creations. And for the first time I was in total awe of the beauty in the seemingly small things. The green of the grass, the azure blue of the sky. And the caress of a warm rain.

Then one day I awoke and heard a still small voice say that it’s time to plant. I slowly gathered the fragile shoots and put them in a tray.

The first was labeled, love and forgiveness. I gingerly peeled away the container and with my fingers gently made a little home for this perfect creation.I was awed by the feeling of gratitude as I remembered the joy that had come to me as I forgave others and then found that sweet forgiveness for my self , unconditional and forever, in advance. Then I took the stick and put it beside the plant-let. Next I took out the shoot that said, beautiful loving relationships. I repeated the process, careful to handle the sprout tenderly. As I planted this one I saw in my heart the love I have for my wife and my kids. I saw all my friends gathered round me and waiting in line to give me a hug. I eased it into the fertile soil and said a prayer of thanks giving. Moving down the row I reached for the plant who’s stick was labeled prosperity. As I planted this exquisite sprout I saw myself writing checks to all those whom I was in debt to and imagined looking at my bank statement as I noticed that all my bills were payed. I now have all I need to support my family and even have extra to give to the poor. I saw in my mind’s eye myself picking up the phone elated as a new client expresses his admiration for how I work in my field and how he insist that I do a job for him. I stop and said, thank you, thank you.

This went on as I planted the last one, entitled Spiritual contentment. Just then I felt this wonderful sense of peace flood my soul. I sat down and closed my eyes and heard a soft beautiful harmonic symphony playing in my ears. Then I heard myself pray this simple prayer. “I now release my intentions to God and our wonderful mother, earth. I plant them in the futile ground of pure potentiality and I expect them to bloom and bear fruit only when the season is right.”

I was quite surprised then as I heard a quiet voice sing within my belly saying, “Beloved, you don’t have to dig up the seeds to see if they’re growing, or get rigidly attached to the way in which they will develop. Simply release them.

My heart swelled as I humbly enjoyed this amazing music from heaven. I don’t know how long I sat there but when the music slowly subsided got up and went to the compost to prepare the mixture for the next planting.

Thoughts and dream inspired by Jason Rodgers and A book called

“The seven Spiritual Laws Of Success” by Deepak Chopra

WORDS

By some improbable series of coincidences or long term divine plan, language has come to exist. Millions of people have collaborated for many centuries to cultivate a system of communication that you understand well. Writing, speaking and reading give you great pleasure and a tremendous sense of power.

As my fingers grasp this pen, they begin to write, communicate and personify my ideas. They define my thought, hardcopy my imagination. My fingers make me eternal for through my words everyone may now know me, forever. Actually make me immortal. My fingers obey my heart and soul. They obey my intuitions they are conspiring together to express my every dreams, my hopes and joys….. my essence. As I hear from that spirit voice, not too deep within me, to write a lovely song or to compose a lovely poem I am elated and the words bring me to a place of rapture and awe. They touch others when I play music, when I paint a landscape. They stir emotions, tickle the senses. My hands and my fingers are a wondrous, miraculous work of art. Does God have fingers? Everything in creation is the result of God moving his fingers to create. We are Gods fingers, giving, receiving, grasping and releasing, His loving intentions. Here and now and for ages to come.

As my fingers write these words on this waiting page I am reminded of their virtue, their power and their value. Just with one care-fully chosen word I can speak life and light into someone’s life that could have a profound effect on them, forever. I may write a message to all those who are here and now and even to those who will come after I transcend into another form.

Blank paper waits for me to imagine words, then to transfer them to form. If read they become eternal, even 200 years from now. With each reading, they will gain power and will touch the hearts of the reader anew.

What can I say to futurtarians that may read these words that I write this day that could have an impact on eternity?

Just the fact that these words will remain, speak, of the powerfulness of the written word, is profound. And as they are read they will be spoken again. As they are spoken they double in strength. As one remembers them, they will become immortal. As one internalizes them, they have the power to change lives. And as one spiritualizes them they can affect everyone who is born in the ages to come. Even to those who have gone before us.

So be care-full dear futuretarian. Respect the power of the words you write, read and speak.

True Inspiration comes before reasoning. For when the spirit speaks through your mouth it is eternal, past, present and future. Inspiration verbalized is “knowing.” It goes past the intellect. It is and was, and will be to come. There are no words that have not been said. Yet they have intrinsic value. There are no words that have not been written before yet they are never the same. Well I know they couldn’t have been written at the same time…. now can they? This is April 3 2012 at 5:20pm and 07 seconds. The only April 3 2012 now at 5:20pm and 48 seconds there will ever be. The power of the word is now, now, no, now, no, now, no, now! Right now, April 3 2012 5:21 and 01 seconds.

So let the word speak for itself. Let the word, through silence, be its own creator. Let it manifest from outside you to within you become you and then move outward from you. For we are everything that…is. All the same. We write the same words from the heart because we are all the same heart. We read the words from the same page because we are, all the page. We speak these words from the same mouth because we are all the same body. We our touched and changed forever by these words because we remember them and they lead us back home.

This empty page has spoken. These words will last forever. I hope you futurtarians will enjoy them, right here and now. For now it is 5:24 pm and 35 seconds April 3 2012…the only moment that is anything. Speak them again and they will come to life, once, again.

Where is your moment, oops, where did it go. Sit right now, in silence and live this moment, cherish it. Celebrate this moment for it is so rare. Say, “I love,” in this moment. Release words that will make a profound difference in someone’s life, right now. Speak a word that will change the hearts of all humankind in…this….moment. Make them count for something.

Words that are supercharged are words that have originated from very high frequencies of light energy and vibration. They are never born and they never die. Love wants them. Love needs them to express its eternal desires. Let love express its desire, through you, even now, through the power of the written word . And intensify this power by speaking these words out loud.

Repeat after me;

Nature, mother, father, glen, river, hills, mountain, ocean, jade, sky, redwoods, rose, incense, candle, fire, stately. Blue, green, yellow, orange, pink, red purple, rainbows.

Happiness, peace, hope, change, acceptance, honor, forgiveness, joy! Hold on to these beautiful words, speak them, then let them go.

Miraculous words like caring, sharing, spirit, God, Goddess, angel, heart, mercy, romance, song and dance. Words like sun, light, warmth, sound, vibration. Intimate words like cuddle, caress, hold, community spontaneity and romance. Touch

Distinguished words like connection, wholeness and integrity. Magic words like imagination, intuition, miracle, dreams are true. Words such as, world, planet, galaxies, universes. Aliens, Sages, Spirit guides. Poets singers, elders Kings. Princes, paupers, servants. Extraordinary words such as beautiful, lovely, humility, silence, quiet, still, cleansing, calm, healing, effervescence.

Oh the glory of words! Heaven knows and shows up when we speak these awesome precious mighty words of divine truth.

Eternal life? It is here. It has arrived, here and now. Enlightenment is here and now! Hope is found here, and now. And the joy I feel as I fill up this empty page is, insurmountable, immeasurable. It just can’t be contained. Ever changing always moving outward to achieve its tender purpose; To Manifest love and supernatural holy awesome POWER!, through…words.

“Hey this is fun, this does give me pleasure and tickles me in my tickle spot! So here are some more words that come to mind, just now.” At random; Relationship, kindness, sexuality, stupendous, inexhaustible, magical. “Wow, each one brings an image into my mind, thoughts of experiences and of people I know and of great things to come. “More”……Talent, Trees, Dogs, cats , birds, Music, guitars, saxophone, flute, violin, symphony. Openness, thunder, storm, energy, electricity, guest, gorgeous, prayer, meditation, humanity, humanness, artist, surrender. “And other words that come to mind, just now.” Feelings, freedom, laughter, tenderness, pasticcios, orange, apple , lobster, shrimp. Porterhouse, and coffee! Bliss, epiphany, intention, desires, divinity…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

To my futurtarian friends:

Experience this Joy, this bliss, Right now, oops there it goes again, but with each moment it springs anew. Grab on to it. Kiss it, caress it, then let it go, so you will be empty enough to catch the next one. Oh, here it comes, now, at 5:34pm and 50 seconds. April 3 2012 Miamisburg Ohio, at Starbucks Coffee House.

And perhaps the most powerful three words of all time,

“I LOVE YOU”!

What are some of your favorite words? Write them down with pen on paper and listen to them as you speak them. They will wake up your memories, make you laugh, invigorate your senses and stimulate your imagination and truly…..soften your heart. And, who knows, they just may have the power To immortalize you!

~Scott Randall Lindberg

A SIMPLE PRAYER OF THANKSGIVING

Peace be unto thee, stranger

Peace be unto thee, stranger, enter and be not afraid

I have left the gate open and thou art welcome to my home

There is room in my house for all.

I have swept the house and lighted the fire

The room is warm and cheerful, and you will find comfort and rest within.

The table is laid and the fruits of life are spread before you.

The wine is here also, it sparkles in the light.

I have set a chair for you where the sunbeams dance through the shade

Sit and rest and refresh your soul

Eat the fruit and drink the wine.

All, all is yours and you are welcome.

Ernest Holmes

He who is faithful in a very little thing is faithful in much.

The Great teacher

It is true, it is the little things that count the most.

When I first awake , before I get out of bed , I hear a still small voice , I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I focus on my heart. I then start with this little simple prayer, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!” I get out of bed. Moving slowly I retreat down the stairs , I softly pad over to the kitchen and thoughtfully make the coffee . Remembering, I am serving myself by not hurrying . Being mindful to breathe deeply I appreciate the fluid movement of my body, the shape of the cup, the gift of the water and the wondrous aroma of the coffee. Then I slowly retreat to my meditation area and begin my meal. I come into this moment again with the mantra … “thank you, thank you, thank you.”

I open my meditation books, morning nourishment to my spirit. As Any ego thought distractions surface, I thank them for their visit and politely show them out the back door.

When my friend appears I simply smile and say good morning I take the time to quietly listen to her words , her awareness, her perception of the now, remembering that this is the first opportunity to move outward and show kindness and patience, and to shine love out into my morning. I say, good morning. I then quietly retreat back to my readings. I ask God to show, through me, his patience, kindness and forgiveness… in advance. To let me be…kindness . Let me be… giveness . Let me be…light. First, as a service to myself and then radiate outward to the world. Forward , in all things, all ways ,to all people.

I finish my communion with my spirit in a set meditation and kneel as an act of humility , just for me , and ask that God remind me in ‘knowing’ , through intuition and inspiration, His will , now, and in each moment to come. And that he relieve me of the bondage of my ego. And then I softly mindfully repeat the simple prayer once again. “Thank you, thank you ,thank you.”

I move into the bathroom and slowly clean myself and remember to treat myself as an honored guest. Always mindful of His tender loving mercies I see my image shown in the mirror reminding me That I am not to old, not to young, not to little hair on my head and certainly not too much! I now peer into my magic mirror. I see the note posted that reads, “Dear creator, Thank you for all that you supply, the water, the soaps and razors and the towels . I pray for those less unfortunate and I now ask that they be given the same love and prosperity and happiness that I have and desire in my life today.” As I now direct my service to my body then outward, again, and again. And again.”

I go for my walk with the dogs and I can clearly see how they can be a service to me. I accept this easily given gratuity. For now I truly must put my needs away and tend to another . I give them a little freedom and relief but they give me so much more. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks! but , they are teaching this old dog, New tricks !!!. New patience , New kindnesses . They are teaching me to stop and smell the roses . They help me sit in this moment and remember the beauty and splendor of the trees and the sky. They teach me true gratitude , joy, true appreciation forgiveness. Real unconditional love. Right here , right now.

“Thank you ,thank you thank you.”

Oh boy, I get to take the bus. What a great opportunity to test my new found joy. As I meet new people I smile. People are inherently good. I assume this . I know.. this . Something as simple as a smile sends a very power-full message . It proclaims that I care and I am genuinely interested in their wellbeing. All this accomplished without speaking a word. I ask “how are you today? Tell me a story, I just love stories.” Now I have opened up a rapport and as I gently look into their eyes they almost, without exception, start to tell their personal story. I feel great love and concern and sense our commonness. God is us ,we are God, I am them ,they are me , we’re all the same body. As they tell their story I remember that the love I am given and be sure to transmit this power by showing grace and concern. I can feel it radiating out of my heart in waves of warmth and light. When there is a pause I speak words of hope and encouragement, faith and joy. I don’t have to manufacture this. It goes before me and naturally emanates from source. If I don’t feel it or it hasn’t yet surfaced I remain quiet and attentive. Then I witness a miracle.! A spark flies through me from my eyes and magically melds with their spirit!. Like a seed planted in fresh tilled soil as the sun warms it then it ignites into a beautiful spectacular colored filled flower. As I speak positive affirmations I see the proof of the powerfulness of the spoken word. I have experienced this simple exchange change in my own and it has made a dramatic impact on me, for…forever. I hope it will do the same for them . They may say “oh, I want to play the piano but I was never good at it. I can’t do it .” I may respond with, something like, “everyone has their own ways to express their art. Everyone is an artist, you are an artist you can and will find your medium, your truest desires will come to be and you will do it! Everyone will applaud you as you show your wonderful works of art!”

The spirit inside me is always reminding to not judge or project my opinions, just to be totally accepting. Stimulate hopeful imagination, cultivate intuition, Spur on imagination, the possibilities of all dreams coming true !

“ Rose colored glasses ?……You better believe it !

“Thank you ,thank you, thank you ”

As I move though the day I am now so much more aware of the beauty around me. The mantra , “thank you ,thank you thank you”, has now become my inner voice. It’s like it’s on auto pilot. It’s taken on a life as its own. I wake up! And my mind crystallizes, Everything is radiating , vibrant color a light, depth and life. I see a penny on the sidewalk and I thank Him for prosperity. As I look around and see all these beautiful people I say a prayer for the community and for the awareness of collective God consciousness. I listen to their conversations , total strangers talking to each other , smiling and laughing. I notice that no one is complaining! I am them , they are me, we are God, He is us . We are all one body. All one organism. Thriving and pulsating to the same rhythm. Because we come from the same heart. We are meant to experience this same moment in bliss, together. Then I hear that calm small voice say. “What can you do to give . To for-give ?” I am told that if I just look, be aware, I can easily find someone to help. Is there any way I can take some kind of action to perpetuate this desire to give? I long to see with my own eyes the physical manifestation of love in action. In what simple way throughout my day can I put love into the steam of life? Can I clean a dish ? Clear the table? Put the grocery cart away? Can I pick up paper on the street? . If I order a sandwich and it is not exactly as I expected, I enjoy it anyway . Thanking God for the hands that prepared it. If I am in a hurry I try to stop and remember that a hurried mind is not in the moment and I find God in the moment. If I am hurried ,I miss God. If the line is long at the grocery store I try to see how many babies I can get to smile. Usually it’s about 100%!!! Ha!

“Thank you ,thank you, thank you.!”

“What can I do to better contribute to the world through action?” I find all kinds of different ways to do this. On the bus I can help someone up. Give someone my seat. Open a door. Let Someone go in front of me in line, At home I can sweep the floor. Rake the leaves . Rake the neighbors leaves. I can buy a gift for you instead of for myself or buy us both a gift. I’ll write a letter of encouragement, everybody likes that ! Send a love filled e mail. All very simple easy things to do, yet so powerful in so many ways.

I serve myself in some simple ways by not participating in gossip and sad stories , back biting or bad news . I do not read the paper or listen to the incessant negativity on the news. I very intently watch the words that come out of my mouth. Are they seasoned with love ? I don’t watch sit coms where every laugh is at some ones expense. But I am careful not to judge others for doing so. At least their well informed! If someone wants to tell me a story and it is very negative I’ll try to listen attentively and remember not to attach to it. Then I my say something like ,“ok, now that you got that out how are you today ?” All these seemingly trivial things I am now directed to do or not do, imamates from my simple prayer of thanksgiving. They are, of the utmost importance.

“thank you thank you, thank you .“

When I truly connect to this small short prayer I realize that everything is exactly how it is supposed to be at this very moment. Anticipating each event as a demonstration of God’s love and compassion playing out perfectly, right before my eyes!!! . Sometimes I feel like a child on Christmas morn. Waking up at 3 watching the clock, making noise so as to wake my parents. So alive… so expecting of the good things to come. So safe and at peace. So happy. So excited to be alive.

“It’s the tiny old dusty discarded candle that is placed in the corner of a large space that exposes every inch of darkness. Bringing sight and security to all that enter.

It is the small struggling spark that with spirit breath ignites in to a amazing splendid fire. It lights the world, brings warmth to the cold. It tickles the eyes and reveals the wondrous display of random beauty.

Start the fire inside you now , It’s so simple.

It all begins with being faithful in the very small things, and saying this very simple prayer;

“ Thank you thank you, thank

You !”

“If the only prayer you utter is Thank you, it will be enough.” ~Meister Eckhart

With Love Scott Randall Lindberg

New Angels, We Are All Angels

(Inspired By Rosie)

Gods Unstrained Limitless Power to Create

God is always creating new life. His abilities are infinite. He is constantly crafting , initiating , bringing into form, every moment , completely unrestrictive , inspiration and intuition. Endlessly breathing out and in to express his inexhaustible perfect imagination , in love , in action, In light. Living , birthing , changing, moving , ever evolving embryonic motion. Constantly, bursting forth new power, new energy, new purpose.

Somewhere at some time we were led to believe that the angels were created and that was it . That there are a certain number and they ceased to , flourish, to increase. Well, given what we know about God’s creative nature, his m.o. If you will , I would say to the question, “do angels procreate,” ? that is , pro-create. “yes , of course they do.”

There are new angels being born every second, just like here on earth and other planets or dimensions . Just as there are seeds all over the world taking root , even as we speak . New “ baby ” angels are arriving momentarily . As a part of this celebration we call life.

The sun’s rays touch everything so does God’s creative genius reaches to every realm everything and everyone. All from the same source. All one body moving together collectively in harmony with His purpose . A celestial being…be—ing born !!! “Yes I do believe” !!

As we too are co-creating all the time , giving birth to new creations, new thoughts, thousands an hour, The seed of man, perhaps millions of microscopic sperm , little ”life-ettes” , are stimulated by love , dancing to creations beat. Millions of potential human beings rushing forward to unite with mother. Arriving at their new vacation home for a few minutes here on this small planet. To evolve into human consciousness a wonderful complex perfect little creation.

Some people doubt the immaculate conception. But I believe given God’s omniscience he could do it in his sleep. We’re talking about an intelligence that can breathe new galaxies. Think new universes into reality. Plant a seed in a human creature ? Childs play. Birthing new is his natural impetus . I’m sure it brings him great pleasure. God must be partyin all the time!!! . I’m sure he is in a perpetual state of bliss. Ha! His effortless natural desire to create, demonstrate his imaginative prowess by using his color filled pallet of expression to show his true heart’s desire. To raise the dead? He can do this kind of thing at the blink of an eye. God does these miraculous things just by thinking ——ya !

We too, have these capabilities with in us also. All he is and all he does are in us. Are us, just waiting to be uncovered and released. I.e. Un-leased. We can, like God, do these miraculous things too…just by thinking ! They said that Jesus Christ said, “ greater miracles we can do than even he !!!” If only we would believe, and just believe a little bit. A faith as small as a tiny seed can move a mountain , create life.Within every blade of grass lie the d.n.a of the universe. With every seed that falls that springs into be-ing new angels are born . New creatures, new beings , incarnated into life all over the limitless galaxies. On all spheres and planets all other dimensions and realms.Just in the heaven I’ve seen , and I believe there are thousands , the corn grows 50 feet high. It is so golden yellow it shouts with spender , glory and praise. The tomatoes weigh 20 ibs each! For those who enjoy eating. The billions of color-full flowers sway in their perpetual dance and are always singing praise to their maker. And admiration to each other. Everything so full and complete. All radiating pure light . The universe, the gods, the powers that.. Be.. always supply, in perfect abundance. There is always enough.

Billions of color filled rainbows radiating hues and highlights we’ve never ever seen with the earthly eye. All moving, illuminating light . swaying as if the wind were tickling them in their tickle spot ! Singing celestial songs , proclaiming his awesome intimacies and love. This music is unlike none our earthly senses can notice , it is so delightful, so perfect, ever changing , ever swelling in to a crescendo of love and light in-lighten-ment… And this is just what I see and hear the first moments of my visit!

As I walk further in to this heaven , this eternal paradise, I come to the ~New Creations Hospital for the Birthing of New Angel Babies.~The joy is palatable I can taste it ! So visual I can see it as it reaches down to my heart and emotions. It feels so good I want to stay there forever! And you should hear the music coming out of there!!!. Superb ! What a delightful tune ! I’ll have to remember that one !

Now , if you will indulge my imagination a bit more. You could be one of these beautiful precious angel babies, being born, suckling, learning to speak, going to angel school then making a choice to come to this little tiny planet in this milky way galaxy. For maybe 10.000s of years ‘ just moments in eternity ‘ we’ve been preparing, waiting to come.

New angels are encouraged to come here to earth because of the wealth of experiential knowledge afforded here. We choose this planet because here we don’t know, for sure , where we have been in other lives. What is to be discovered or “un-coverd” here is to learn what the attributes of faith , forgiveness and patience. Yet these qualities we already possessed and really haven’t lost , the journey we travel here , prompts us to” re-discover “ these godlike qualities .

I could of went to a much more advanced place where I knew everything about my previous existences, where it would be just another reality of bliss, but I chose this because everyone, my fellow angels , of course , and spirit guides and various sages , said it was a very important sabbatical for them. Looking back they were just amazed how much they learned in just the few seconds it took them to live out their lives here.

Soooo I said, “that’s for me !!!”

Ok , I’m sold, Angels are the extensions of the intent , the thoughts of God. Messengers of Pure love pure light , Radiating 50 colors of the celestial rainbow. We are angels , minerstering to all conception , first to each other, to self , to Mother earth , to the Godess and God-ness inside us . To the new born to the King to the pauper, the president’s the servant , to the saited to the hungry , the rich the poor the beggar the thief. We are all the same , one body, One spirit, one intention one truth.

We are Gods hands and feet , the extension of his mighty arms held in His soft gentle hands . All in all in all in… Awe ! Comforting , breathing , radiating out, moving through , We are the personification of His hearts desires! ! The epitome of His love , expanding out , illuminating in. Proclaiming his wonder, His glory. from, going outward, coming inward, moving upon, acting through. Permeating everything that IS . From a rock to the heart of Man to every thought . To the fire , to the air , to the stars, the earth. Through the milky way to distant universes, To all spiritual dwelling places . Millions of light years away , We surf celestial waves . Visit other planets, Teaming with the beings that all are created to express His love. God’s living breathing self . The Great…… I AM!!!

His creations are limitless, Unfathomable, bottomless, immeasurable. Maybe there are hundred of thousands of places we want to call , heaven ? For it is impossible to our finite mind to grasp the depth of God’s creativity. May it be that we can visit them if and when we choose , so long as we are schooled properly.

But intuitively, not so deep with-in us all , is the power of eternity. We fear no death for we know now, we just merely change form. And we know God for we are God ! He …IS …we are. And I love the Him and Her of it. His abilities , His forgiveness, his graces, are all ours….. Here and now.

Yes , I believe and feel in my spirit that there are thousands of planets and perhaps millions of spirit dwellings and distant realms. All teaming with new life new birth. Billions of what we call angels, individual thinking , will-full , living , breathing, loving beings, all with a purpose. All moving in harmony to the rhythm of His intention to…. Love.

He knows the number of the hairs on our head of the very individual contour of our wings. He knows our hopes , dreams and desires . The meaning of all things , the purpose and objective of every moment . He knows the hearts and actions of a trillion, trillion beings ….. simultaneously .

It boggles my mind , Humbles my soul , ignites my passion. Inflames my spirit , When He touches my essence my heart takes flight. I soar on the wings of angels. As His spirit melds with mine. I am braided with His desires.

I rejoice ! As I proclaim His omniscience. His omnipresents. I now lift up my voice and like a child . I abandon ego and boisterously sing with angelic voice. I draw back my bow and release the arrows of forgiveness and creative beauty, compassion and imagination. Perfect admiration and respect for myself and all of my brother and sisters ……..and….. fellow angels!

How do I know all these wonderful things. ?…………………Why… I am an angel baby myself, you see .

We all are angels come to earth so we may see. What it’s like to feel , what it’s like to die.

What it’s like to sleep move and breath . Song…..May a Blessing Come To You.

Scottlin Randall Berg

The Eternal Child!

“Let the children come to me for they are the kingdom of God” Jesus Christ

THE ETERNAL CHILD

Paradise is here , and now . We know no other way. So let us reclaim our oneness

with abandon…. To rediscover …our child like ways.

I remember when I was a Child , about 2 years old. I loved to jump in water puddles after a rain. I loved to laugh and laugh and laugh for no special reason. I had no sense of time restriction, I just knew I would live forever. I loved to dance when no one was watching . I loved to sing off key. I really love the birds for I was sure they would teach me to fly and sing at the same time ! I remember the joy I found in jumping in a pile of leaves or making a snow angel.

Me and my girl friend Peggy would collect dandelions, put them in water and watch then curl up. This was a very important “ must do “ , in our daily agenda. We would collect wild flowers and make beautiful bouquets. Play , ”she loves me , she loves me not”.

I would talk to the cat, as if she were my devoted friend and confidant. And of course , she would talk back .

Playing in the sand box. Making mud pies. Running as fast as I could. I became a super hero with just the placement of a towel and a safety pin. Starring at a flower brought me happiness. I and nature were one. And when the wind came up I knew that If it would get just a little bit stronger I could stretched out my arms , and fly ! Blowing on the dried flower tops and watching the fairies play . Running through hundreds of lightning bugs. Saluting the rain with arm raised and mouth open tasting the rain drops. Believing that grape cool aid ice cubes must be the nectar from the Gods . Picking the flowers from the front garden and presenting the to my mother at the back door, feeling as if I had created them myself ! Wishing upon a star late in a sleepless night that that beautiful little girl at day care would give me a kiss. And at age 4 I remember getting two new borns together just knowing that they would understand each other, in their secret baby talk . Feeling totally safe and loved as my mother tucks me in at night.

ONE YEAR OLD ? WHAT’S THAT ?!

We are eternal children . For such is the kingdom of heaven.

We laugh we sing we dance we cry we live we love in the moment…. all the time.

We are eternal children , we have no reason to judge to hate to mistrust.

We project no labels , guard no boundaries.

We are eternal children. Why hurry if we have eternity?

We live completely in the now. We have no expectation of right or wrong. We know joy !

We are eternal children, we just exist.

We eat , we breath, we run, we laugh we play we cry , we are chuck full of

unconditional love. We know there’s no other way !

God, Let me be….

The eternal child that is accepting of everything . Allowing

everything to naturally unfold. Noticing the D.N.A of the Gods, The God and Goddess inside of us.

That I may not label things , judge people , record no wrongs. That I may

forgive , in advance. know no distinction of shape, color , size or personality, Race

color , sexual preference or religious views.

True enlightenment can be seen as the process of remembering

the child within us all. For in the heart of the little child is purity.

Pure divine love and acceptance is the ticket to eternal life , here and

now, we are truly , living in the heavenly realms .

If we…. could only see…

.through the eyes of a little…… child.

Scott RandallLindberg Jan. 2012