slight of hand
As we celebrate Memorial Day weekend here in the US wonder | wonder | world reels from the barrage of bad news around the globe.
Whether it is stolen elections in some banana republic that puts a long-gone dictator’s son and his dominion in power, or the killing of innocents in yet another school massacre here in the US — our faith in governments is at an all-time low.
Celebrating the Feast of the Ascension yesterday made us think about the footprints that mark our lives or those we leave behind before we croak.
What was our intention or motivation as we passed through lives — ours and others? How were they interpreted and left to live on or were they forgotten?
“The Ascension of Christ — the sky into which the Risen One grows — is our very Earth itself. Through Him, the Earth is transformed into Heaven.” ~ Emil Bock, The New Testament in the Light of Spiritual Science
Folio from Livre de bonnes moeurs (Book of Good Manners) by Jacques Le Grant, c.1470, Français 17116, fol. 133v. Courtesy Bibliothèque nationale de France, Paris.
Are we mystics of vision on a mission? Or just Bongbong Marcos, or Donald Trump, or Ted Cruz — men babies and pretenders to the throne?
Watch the wake you make. Make memories worth remembering. They could haunt you or bite you in the butt busters!
Originally published at http://woaworld.blogspot.com.
