Consummate evil is the intent or action of turning love against itself

 (I have mostly written into twitter lately https://twitter.com/onemindinmany  )

in response to the themes in:

https://celiafarber.substack.com/p/what-they-said-nadezhda-mandelstam/

 

 

Separation Trauma is an outcome or result of the 'attack on love'.

“Consummate evil is the intent or action of turning love against itself. That is a presence which most beings, being love, never understand or magnetize. There is no basis of coherence between evil and love, unless love has been denied. The greatest protection you have is to simply be the love that you are. ~ Jeshua (Glenda Green)

The reiteration of unhealed trauma is periodic to periods of masking over, and the process over time allows or makes time for the working out or resolving and reconciling of conflicted themes running as fragmented shifting identities.

Time can waste as well as be wasted (ACIM) refers to the use to which we put our mind - our attention and intention - whenever we recognise and accept freedom to choose - as distinct from illusions of choice that lock into facets of echoes of a hidden or covert conflicted ID.

For to think we know is an active ignorance or judgement set over life truly given and received, but to release its 'self-certainty' to a felt discernment (of synchronicity as communication), gives us what we need to know when we need to know it. (Bashar's definition of abundance).

Pretending the Separation never happened is yet another step of dissociation to a mind in the clear reactions that demonstrate a belief that it did! Yet the willingness to look AT terror symbols - or not recoil - so as to look PAST them is the desire to heal, given priority (if even for an instant) over the self-defences set by terror. Vision will be given - as it was never withheld BUT by a wish to see 'My way' - given power or priority.

What our minds are trained to, under terror, is very different from what love reveals by sharing through us - as we learn to get out of the way - after recognising that that is what we do unto ourself by 'thinking' to know.

I have long felt the (Bible) call to sacrifice our first born son is to recognise and be willing to release a 'thinking' or judgement that is thus our 'precious' as a sense of secret and invisible control set over and against life (LOTR).

Spirit uses what is in our mind (and thus our world) to wake us to the use to which we are giving it. Here is where ancient oaths and hatreds can be recognised and released of allegiance in heart and mind, because Spirit never left its Source, nor the truth of Us as Expression.

"Love waits on welcome, not on time" (ACIM)

But until we acknowledges the desecration of our own devotions, we set love within the mask and not in the extension of the gift or being. Prodigal bottoming out can be seen as a ripening process, but cannot be seen at all by addictions set in futility.

The whole shifts as a whole - our minds cannot understand this in time. Hence the resource of faith beyond appearances to the timeless. We recognise Home by Embrace - that of itself shines or extends.

The mind can set 'processes, methods or paths' by which to GET, but always as a driven sense of lack given power such as to temporarily 'escape' hidden dissonances that effectively drive the 'sense of being in control'.

So learning to rest or pause it as the modeller and predictor and guide for life, allows harnessing it in service of being truly moved, inspired, healed, restored.

The seed willingness may seem weak and small, like Ariadne's thread, in a labyrinth for locking down a chimera, but it carries the quality of a peace from which to discern, rather than be fear-control driven. It is not IN the world of conflicts acting out, but holds a world of recognition and appreciation for being, that invested illusion seeks to replace.

When I recognise that that no longer represents me, I release it to uncover what is.

Can I bear the light?

Only light can recognise and abide the light.

We shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time.

Through the unknown, remembered gate

When the last of earth left to discover

Is that which was the beginning;

At the source of the longest river

The voice of the hidden waterfall

And the children in the apple-tree

Not known, because not looked for

But heard, half heard, in the stillness

Between the two waves of the sea.

Quick now, here, now, always--

A condition of complete simplicity

(Costing not less than everything)

And all shall be well and

All manner of things shall be well

When the tongues of flame are in-folded

Into the crowned knot of fire

And the fire and the rose are one.

                Little Gidding V, - T.S. Eliot