The Peace of God is stronger than your self-constructed obstacles to it. Open Your mind to holy communion with the Divine. Brought to union with God, obstacles crumble. Peace stands victorious. You are that Peace.
It was from an email on a list-serve recently which stated that we have between 50, 000 –70,000 thoughts per day and that 70% are negative. Ah, so that’s my monkey in my mind having set up residence, the one which finds me hitting the repeat button with my petty judgments and irritations about the world around me.
My daily walking partner and I talk about such things and ways to get off the band-width of negativity. One such suggestion is to change your thought to something positive and hold it for 14-17 seconds. This is the length of time that it takes to reset the neural pathways, so say the experts from neuroscience. In truth, I am slow to switch my thoughts from negative to positive, mostly because I get caught up in the message and less so with awareness of what path I am on. Uncomfortable as it is, I am thankful for those around me who shake me to wakefulness.
I am, however, more interested in attending to that monkey who wakes me up in the middle of the night and keeps me from returning to sleep, or the quiet one who rests on my shoulders during the day who has me looking over my shoulder, waiting for some big bomb to drop.
Holy Communion is very much needed. My go-to resources are books and energy work, and I use these in silence.
My husband’s health crisis a few years ago disrupted my sleep in a big way. It was rather timely that some books I had been longing to read on Incarnational Spirituality became available. The words of Big Mind/Divine reminded me that I am responsible for my own journey, just as my husband is for his. I was able to mentally shift from being a victim of circumstance and wake up to owning my own path. Sure enough, I became calm and could return to sleep.
I don’t think I knew about that 17 seconds with a pleasant thought to shift my neural pathways at that time, so my ruminations about all things of loss were running rampant during my day. Solace, Holy Communion came as I sat in silence holding the shoulder of my 95 y/o non-verbal client. Somehow our engagement took me away from my worry and she took some lovely deep breaths. My drive home had me grateful for the perceptible shift of energy, a Holy Communion for us both.