When we start to see that there is very little that’s constant in us, very little to be counted on in times of crisis (inwardly or outwardly), the tendency is to fall back into some kind of self-loathing or blaming of life in one way or another. But, if we begin to see that this fall-back “self” is just as illusory (and void of quality) as the one it decries, then comes the moment of real decision: to see…or not to see; and to see is to hold to our growing understanding that we couldn’t be shown our relative nothingness — or such darkness (as the case may be given the moment) — were it not for the presence of Light within us that reveals the same. In these trials belief plays no part; in fact, these trials are a kind of crucifixion of beliefs because we see we can no longer believe in ourselves or in the sensation of some iconic rescuing force; we are where we are, experiencing what we are, because of what we have loved up until this point.

For maybe the first time the soul is awakened to its actual condition of having been asleep while its vessel has been overtaken and victimized by a host of wayward natures that know nothing of the “love” they imitate. We see what is, and realize what can no longer be…even as we see we haven’t the power to change the condition (of ourselves). NOW the soul, seeing its actual condition, calls out in earnest for its Father, its Mother…saying: “I have wandered far and been foolish with what you have given to me. I want to come home; I wish to live with you where I know nothing can come into our home and compromise me. I need real strength, not silly dreams about powers to come.”

Such prayers — these true supplications — are “heard” in heaven… and what was asunder is once again made whole by Love in action.

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