Shalom and Blessings
The Omnipresent is Found in Nature
The word מדבר meaning desert has the same letters as "he speaks" whose root is דבר. The homiletic teaching upon my heart is:
Prophets tend to encounter words of wisdom from deserts and wilderness expanses. Likewise, when we leave the city and the noise of our mundane existence, we find our deepest words and hidden wellsprings of inspiration where our spirit naturally expands. In the seclusion and stillness of nature, there is more room to hear the sound of God's voice-- meaningless chatter is silenced.
When we leave the "boundaries" of our usual mundane existence, we find soulful "words" to "speak." In order for our lips to utter higher wisdom through living words that move hearts and stir spirits, we must go beyond our mundane boundaries into the wilderness where everything is still. There, a still small voice is always speaking and can be heard again.
Our modern industrial society has separates us from nature. The numerical value of Elohim [God as manifest in nature] is 86 and the numerical value of Ha'Teva, Nature, is 86. When The Omnipresent says, "I am your healer," we can understand from the numerical similarity that the Omnipresent's healing is delivered through nature. An industrial society far too removed from nature like ours begets far too many illnesses of the spirit. The movement back to nature allows for health and the return of the prophetic spirit that has hope and profound Love. Therapy should be done whenever possible in outdoor nature settings. When I offer spiritual counseling, I walk with my clients in beautiful outdoor settings. I allow The Omnipresent to be there in the therapeutic process through nature. It is the missing piece in modern day counseling. The still small voice in nature delivers healing. The prophetic voice is healing. We all have access to the prophetic voice.
Creating Space for Spiritual Practice
Everybody Racing Somewhere
By Shaul Marshall Praver copyright 2019
Everybody racing somewhere
But don’t know they’re
Searching for somethin’ in the world outside
That breaths within
Like the eye that sees all
Except the eye itself
There are somethings we’ll never see or be but can still stretch forth into eternity.
Feeling like you’re far behind
But that’s just your poor state of mind
It’s your inner space
That will advance your human race
You don’t need a sports car
To be who you really are
You don’t need a mask for this task.
Butterflies are free
but wings must grow
In darkness before majestic light
Ancient love so true
Darkness done lost its hold on you
Love like thunder like lightening too,
It strikes your heart
Through and through
You are anointed and duly appointed
As a spirit guide
From which you cannot hide
It’s your destiny that brought you here
Your plaintive cry in the ionosphere
You have been born
Your laughing voice rings
out so clear
In the wilderness
for all civilization to hear.
You shed your tears and spill
You rose up strong before the flood
Your inner voice sang its song
World’s Ridicule and distain
Enjoyed no fame
Two of every kind fit in your domain
Sovereign King made it real again
Retrace your steps through royal embrace
Take it at a nice and easy pace
‘cause slow and steady wins the race.
Nothing Is As it Seems
A Stone, a planet, a Galaxy
By Shaul Marshall Praver
It’s been discovered before and we’re at the dawn of this seismic shift once again.
Universes are living within us and within a tiny stone we playfully hold up to the sun.
Macro worlds and micro worlds becoming aware of each other.
Small is not less powerful than big and things in our bodies could be further away from us than distant galaxies.
It depends less upon spatial distance and more upon states of consciousness that draw things closer because they exist inside of us too; we are particle and wave simultaneously not interchangeably.
Worlds live within worlds for the Omnipresent was in this place but we knew it not; a makeshift stone pillow was really the foundation stone of a celestial temple and a ladder was really a portal of primordial light beings governing our planet.
It all happened in a dream and a world we spoke into existence manifested there with invisible roots planted here.
Those whom we created there thought we had abandoned them, just as we once thought the Omnipresent abandoned us here; we failed to see the mountains before our eyes suspended by threads.
We saw and understood after we summoned truth that nothing is far, everything is near; dreams are portals straddling the veil like Jacob’s ladder reopened the gates of heaven.
Universes hung on threads; micro worlds spoke to macro worlds; inner and outer tree rings realized their kinship in the tree; nothing was lost; all was near; death was a lie; life transformed; and what was then is now too.
We build our heavens before we depart, like spiders weave their webs from threads created from within themselves; butterfly’s spin their cocoons when they are just caterpillars.
Things forgotten from the angel’s touch upon the lip are remembered from light streaming out of words uttered between the wings of cherubim.
Betzalel danced in shadows cast under Ezekiel’s chariot; children played like Ephraim and Menashe played, they held up a tiny stone to the light that moved unseen worlds; movement was invested with intention, purpose and a belief in phenomenal mysteries where a stone is a planet, a poem is a galaxy and a lament is a universe.