“Do I feel beautiful?”

Make yourself beautiful in your own eyes when you give to yourself.  Give your spirit sustenance and it will be strong.  Sustenance for the spirit can only come from the same place that the intangible spirit itself hails from.  Out from there comes:  Art,  Movement, Yoga, Dance, Inspiration, Creativity, Writing, Prayer, Hope, Love, Meditation.

Think of these things like food.  A day without connecting to what it is we come from, is like starving ourselves.  Time must be set aside for reaching into this place if we are to have any sort of harmony.  A balance between the mindworld and the spirit world has to be maintained for a human being to experience balance.  For the most part, we lean heavily towards things that only make sense to the mind…uncentered beings we are, we drift towards everything but finding the center.  We drink, watch TV, eat unhealthy foods, maintain a state of distraction.  To reach into and touch the void where everything is connected means also finding long hidden places inside of us.  Distraction is so much “easier” looking.  But notice how you feel at the end of a day like that.  Not beautiful.  Just starving.  Then you wake up tired.  Less interested in living, in being here.  Low energy to give to yourself or to others.  Give yourself a bite of the real “reality”…just find your way “IN”.  5 minutes will do.  Rediscover your beauty, by making Spirit real in your every day life again.

Then you have the beauty junkies.  They are not starving.  They are overweight with Love and kindness.  They are on the other side of beauty.  They are infatuated with divinity, with beauty.  They also fear the meaty center of living as a human being.  They do not want to face the lean aspects of truth, the spare way it strips us down.  I find that they hold desparately to Spirit as all there is.   They do this as stringently as others cling to distraction.  Beauty becomes their defacto distraction, but it is spiritualized and made into a panacea for any pain that still “may” be present.  They do not want to “dwell” on pain.  They do not wish to lay on the ground and cry.  If only they knew how much love they are missing out on when not loving their base level humanness.  How worthwhile the struggle can be to pay attention to suffering.  And how futile  it is to outrun their inevitable humility.  When God reaches up and grabs their ankles…

And that is God’s place really.  The Middle.  The balance point.  Where everything exists at once.  So God would have to reach up to pull some down…and down to pull some up…just to offer them each a glimpse of what the other is missing.  The trick about the Beautiful crowd right now in the West, is that they think that they have discovered what the rest of the others have not yet seen.  Beauty isn’t all there is…and if you need it to only be about the Beauty…that is like needing life to be about immortality, ignoring the cycle of death and rebirth.

There are harsh things here that we must be willing to embrace, for them to become healed.

And a cloud in the sky isn’t going to clean up the debris, until it falls to the ground.

And the ground would become a flood, if water didn’t evaporate and run back into the sky.

God has no favorites.  Tis a two way affair here.  Some are spending time hiding in Spirit, others in the Mind.  One is not above, nor below.  But neither have harmony.  One is all Earthy and feeling lost, confused.  The other is a whitewash of light and love, ethereal without muscle and bone.  If you bring it all together, everyone is working on discovering their center.

I favor beauty in the grounding.  Limitless limited.  Endless beginnings that have conclusions on a daily basis.  Pain that is felt, but appreciated because of its inherent beauty. When I see those people that live like that, centering and love is palpable.  No one has to reach anywhere to find themselves when with these people.  They recognize you and you recognize ALL of yourself in their presence.

I feel beautiful to myself.  But it never happened until I loved Beauty and Pain.  Balance didn’t come until after those two things met.