Does it ever end?
Do we ever find ourselves not feeling?
Not seeing what we see?
The term ''brothers and sisters of sorrow'' comes from the RA material. It is described as such: ''its desire is service to others with the distortion towards reaching their hand, figuratively, to any entities who call for aid. these entities whom you may call the brothers and sisters of sorrow move toward this calling of sorrow.
these entities are from all reaches of the infinite creation and are bound together by the desire to serve in this distortion.''
I don't agree with their term and use of the word ''distortion''....it is far to bereft a description, severely incomplete and devoid of feeling. I think ''nightmare'' is more accurate.
We are called, we come. As one of these members of the grieving, I must say, that we not only respond ....but we feel the sorrow most deeply ourselves for all that we see, hear and feel.
Today was a strangely sorrowful day. I can not name what is the cause, but all of that which I can think of. In the silent moments of no thoughts, I felt it all. It could have rent me to my knees.
So much needs correcting on this planet. Some times I feel, I am not enough. Of course this is not true. I just wish I could see better outcomes.
I am getting tired. My spirit feels etiolated from years of this place, stretched beyond limits of substance.
I am tired.
- Lady of the Woods
- "Where better to care for the soul than in the details of our daily lives?....The soul has an absolute, unforgiving need for regular excursions into enchantment. It requires them like the body needs food and the mind needs thought... An enchanted world is one that speaks to the soul, to the mysterious depths of the heart and imagination where we find value, love and union with the world around us. As mystics of many religions have taught, that sense of rapturous union can give a sense of fulfillment that makes life purposeful and vibrant." ~ Thomas Moore.