Scars
Long before daylight this morning I was doing what I usually do the last several days of October and first days of November. I pulling thorns out of my flesh.
The thorns in my flesh are what you call souls of the dead. Spirits. Ghosts.
They are a thorn in my flesh as they gather in the days and weeks prior to Halloween in the area where I live. Wherever I live, there they are. The spirits gather in from all around the cities, regions and countries of earth. They gather in from wherever in creation they have died.
Whatever their planet, galaxy or universe. Regardless of the name of the place or what it was like. No matter if they were, like humans, flesh and blood or purely spirit.
They come here because they were unable to successfully leave their plane of existence to pass on to the next. To return Home. They come because they sense that someone or something knows how to assist them in their cause. Some creature knows how to send them Home.
And so they, battle scarred and weary from the lives they led, are oh so very ready to return Home to the Creator and all things bright and good. They know there is someone or something that knows what to do to get them there. Knows where to find the key and the lock. Has experience at leading others to light, to the place called the Tunnel of Light.
That would be me.
Also old, weary and battle scarred. The one who has cursed that same Creator for the many times It has brought me back from death to life over the course of just this existence alone. The one who still says Yes to that Creator whenever he is asked to work.
Yes when the Creator calls — although goodness knows why.
Yes whatever the cost to me — and it costs greatly while, strangely, adding to the years of my life.
Yes because another’s need is more important than my selfishness. Not that I am Mister Sweetness and Light. Ask your guardian angels. Ask any angel or spirit you happen to catch hanging around. They’ll laugh at the very suggestion.
In spite of my own battle scars, my spiritual exhaustion, work is work. Which is why the whole time that I had set aside for meditation this morning ending up being the time when I kept open the Tunnel of Light. It was the time when the souls who had gathered themselves in, the souls waiting generations, went into the Tunnel of Light.
It was the time I pulled and swept in souls too numerous to count beside angels too numerous to count. Angels I only see when it’s time to send spirits through the Tunnel of Light.
Underneath everything else, while the rest of the world is talking, fighting and arguing politics, this is my politics and power, religion and money. I have seen all of what the world is going through so many times before. There is a lot of me just too tired to get terribly involved.
No job I’ve held in any field is as intriguing or exciting as the spiritual work I do now. None is as important as helping souls through the Tunnel of Light.
Something we all learn as we go through life asking our Creator why we’re assigned to the tasks we’re given is the answer “Because.” Because this is what the Creator wants. This is what we’re entrusted to do. No matter what. Whether we think it’s beneath our dignity or we’re not good enough.
The danger — and where we can scar ourselves up the worst — is in telling ourselves some God job or another is beneath our dignity. We’re too good for it. We tell the Creator to go hire somebody else to do it.
You are good enough to change diapers. To clean up your own messes and others’, too. You are good enough to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for somebody you’d rather not feed.
When you feel something come through to you that feels like you should do it, but it’s not the kind of thing you do, have a new thought. Maybe it isn’t what you used to do. Maybe it’s what you now do.
It could be time to slow down for someone else rather than rushing off to play golf, impose an opinion or perform another bumptious work of magnificent self-importance.
Most of our spiritual scars of self-inflicted. It’s perfectly permissible to stop enforcing our wills on the rest of the world. We’re allowed to sit back and listen.
Many days when I am told to open the Tunnel of Light, I’d rather not. It’s exhausting, especially with the huge sweep of souls leaving for Home during the Día de Muertos.
My experience is that I will have more and worse scars from refusing to do the work the Creator wants done than if I just go ahead and do it. I will be exhausted the rest of today. I expect to be exhausted pretty much through the middle of February. Maybe beyond.
It’s worth it. There may be more scars by the time it’s over, but it’s worth it.
