The mission, the mirror and lesson……..

English: : A mirror, reflecting a vase. Españo...

The mission was simple.

 I was to be a mirror  for the Sunlight of the Spirit.

 I was to show you your beauty.

How was I to do that?

Someone said  ”Life has a way of teaching us the lesson we are to learn  in order for us to fulfill our mission.”

I  thought I  needed to do only one thing.

 Change every thing about myself so that I could:

  • Love anyway
  • Give anyway
  • Listen anyway
  • Be there for you
  • Be present for myself

There came to a point that I was exhausted.  

I felt like a fraud.

How could I show you your beauty…did not know of my own?

Was the love I was sharing truly helpful?

Was I short circuiting your growth by providing every thing you needed?

What about my needs, wants, desires?

“I am only human…perhaps on a divine mission…but what is in it for me?”

My heart was breaking.

My mind failed me as I struggled to be the mirror.

Then came the crisis.  

 (In one of the Eastern languages “crisis ” and “opportunity”

are represented by symbols that are similar)

I could not see where the strength to fight to go on would come from.

 So I stopped fighting.

I, the “mother-hugger of the universe” asked for help.

I stood back, asked for help.  

Cleared up the wreckage of my past.  

Packed a bag and came to my family home to rest and heal.

Repeated the cycle being a mirror for another group of people when  I lived in  the  lodge.

I crashed and could barely speak to ask for help.  

 I was hospitalized.

 I asked for no tv nor phone.

Spirit had my attention.

 I was in the position of surrender….flat on my back.

“All righty then,“  I said to the Master of my heart,

….you have my attention…..NOW WHAT.

Words did not come:

  •  

 

Words did not come: hugging, singing and other languages did.   Not English….only garble.   So I

sang…songs of my Mother`s faith, nursery rhymes, and chants from my friends sweat lodges and the

healing song of HU.

I asked for help.

The mirror of Soul that I wanted to be  was turned inward.

Was I truly loving that which I was.

Was I treating myself with the respect I gave others.

Was I serving with unconditional love to myself so that I would have the energy, joy and love to give to you.

The mirror was slowly cleaned and the fog lifted….it was washed with tears of Joy.

I was free to be me with my love of  family , friends , bubble  gum, hugs and laughter…and  Soul

 

sang within me.    The words are carefully chosen.  There is very little of the mask of the old mirror

that has not been broken and replaced.

The mirror is in training…It is learning to claim its space, sing its song and look for the Sunlight of

Spirit to highlight each moment.

The mission is clearer.

Only a clear clean mirror that knows its beauty can reflect yours back to you.

Perhaps my Journey to become that,  is the mirror you need.

Not the one you wanted me to be.

We all struggle dear heart.

I wanted to fulfill my mission.

Only that determination has carried me to the feet of the Master and over the speed bumps I created along the way.

People in my life are mirrors to teach me what I have just finished learning or what I need to learn.

Thank you for being one of them.

Thanks to the Master of my heart for shining love  and answering the call.

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There is one

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There is one

who is standing for you.

There is one

who is pounding the ground.

There is one 

who is beating the drum.

There is one 

who is dancing their dream. 

There is one

who is cackling with laughter.

There is one

who is not what they seem. 

There is one

who is singing the sound.

There is one

who walks beside you.

There is one

as you kneel to pray.

There is one

when you go the sweat lodge.

There is one

when you light a candle.

There is one

when you bless your altar.

There is one

when you sing your song.

There is

the Creator

an angel,

a saint,

 a spirit guide,

a protector

or friend…

The one

who walks beside you.

The One

Who has been there all along. 

The one

Who will be with you

when  your  Journey ends.

Being a Mirror

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Being a Mirror

by Mary Helen Ferris on Monday, February 7, 2011 at 1:29am

The mission was simple.  I was to be a mirror for the Sunlight of the Spirit.  I was to show you your beauty.

How was I to do that?

Someone said  “Life has a way of teaching us the lesson we are to learn  in order for us to fulfill our mission.”

I  thought  needed to do only one thing. Change every thing about myself so that I could:

  • Love anyway.
  • Give anyway.
  • Listen anyway.
  • Be there for you.

There came to a point that I was exhausted.  I felt like a fraud.

How could I show you your beauty… I did not know of my own?

Was the love I was sharing truly helpful.

Was I short circuiting your growth by providing every thing you needed.

What about my needs, wants, desires.

“I am only human…perhaps on a divine mission…but what is in it for me.“…my heart was breaking and my mind failed me as I struggled to be the mirror.

Then came the crisis.    (In one of the Eastern languages crisis and opportunity are represented by

symbols that are similar)

I could not see where the strength to fight to go on would come from.  So I stopped fighting.

I, the mother-hugger of the universe  asked for help.

I stood back, asked for help.  Cleared up the wreckage of my past.  Packed a bag and came to my family home to rest and heal.

Repeated the cycle being a mirror for another group of people when  I lived in  the  lodge.

I crashed and could barely speak to ask for help.    I was hospitalized.  I asked for no tv nor phone.

Spirit had my attention.  I was in the position of surrender….flat on my back.

“All righty then,“  I said to the Master of my heart. ….you have my attention…..NOW WHAT.“

Words did not come: hugging, singing and other languages did.   Not English….only garble.   So I

sang…songs of my Mother`s faith, nursery rhymes, and chants from my friends sweat lodges and the

healing song of HU.

I asked for help.

The mirror of Soul that I wanted to be  was turned inward.

Was I truly loving that which I was.

Was I treating myself with the respect I gave others.

Was I serving with unconditional love to myself so that I would have the energy, joy and love to give to you.

The mirror was slowly cleaned and the fog lifted….it was washed with tears of Joy.

I was free to be me with my love of  family , friends , bubble  gum, hugs and laughter…and  Soul

 

sang within me.    The words are carefully chosen.  There is very little of the mask of the old mirror

that has not been broken and replaced.

The mirror is in training…It is learning to claim its space, sing its song and look for the Sunlight of

Spirit to highlight each moment.

The mission is clearer.

Only a clear clean mirror that knows its beauty can reflect yours back to you.

Perhaps my Journey to become that,  is the mirror you need.

Not the one you wanted me to be.

We all struggle dear heart.

I wanted to fulfill my mission.

Only that determination has carried me to the feet of the Master and over the speed bumps I created along the way.

People in my life are mirrors to teach me what I have just finished learning or what I need to learn.

Thank you for being one of them.

Thanks to the Master of my heart for shining love  and answering the call.