Under The Oak, At The Feet Of The Christ

•July 13, 2022 • 6 Comments

The Lord appeared to Abraham by the oaks of Mamre, as he sat at the entrance of his tent in the heat of the day.   Genesis 18


Sitting beneath the Oak of Hebron,

Tree of wisdom,

Tree as old as the world,


A man of God


Shaded by the great boughs

Of the Tree of Life,

From the hot desert sun;

Breathing in,

Three angels appear;

Breathing out,

A welcome prepared;

Breathing in,

Three become one;

Breathing out,

God’s promise spoken…

Through the greatness of your mercy, I will come into your house. Lord, who may dwell in your tabernacle?  Who may rest upon your holy hill? 

…Whoever…speaks the truth from the heart…                                             Psalm 15

~ Breathe ~

Touching earth with naked feet,

Gently I walk,

In the evening, in the morning,

Slowly ascending,

Healing steps,

Feet healing earth,

Earth healing feet,

And the breeze

And the birds

And the leaves on the trees

Are whispering and singing,

“The holy place is within you;

Go there in peace;

The One you are looking for,

Waits for you there…”

Now as they went on their way, he entered a certain village, where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. She had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to what he was saying.                                                  Luke 10

She knows the Way,

She who sits at the feet

Of the Healer;

Quietly she sits,



Listen with her now,



At the feet

Of the Healer…

For in him all the fullness of God is pleased to dwell, and through him God is pleased to reconcile to Godself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, by making peace through the blood of his cross…which is the Christ in you…                      Colossians 1

At the feet of the Healer,

I behold my own suffering,

No longer diverting,

No more will I run;

Right here,

In the wound herself,

A stream of Living Water

Is bubbling up,

“Drink of me,” she says,

“I Am The I Am,

I Am in You,

And You are in me…”

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Down to the Level Place

•February 8, 2022 • 2 Comments

Almighty God, you alone can bring order to the unruly wills and passions of sinful humanity:  give your people grace so to love what you command and to desire what you promise, that, among the many changes of this world, our hearts may surely there be fixed where true joys are to be found…                                       Collect                

Russia and China on one side, the West on the other. In the middle, Ukraine waits, some looking East for their hope of belonging and others to the West and a bank-pin system named “Freedom”. Empires ancient and modern preen and pose, pumping out the chest, snarling each, “I am the righteous; I will bring order and justice to this chaotic gabble of ideologies you call civilization!” Oh God, awaken your people to open the hearts of the lost. Let Love reign. Let Love rain.

Blessed are those who trust in the Lord, whose trust is the Lord. They shall be like a tree planted by water, sending out its roots by the stream. It shall not fear when heat comes, and its leaves shall stay green; in the year of drought it is not anxious, and it does not cease to bear fruit.                                 Jeremiah 17.7-8   

 In the morning and in the evening, the trusting ones sit, feet on the earth, posture straight, rooting, still, following the breath, “I breathe in,” comes the mantra, “and I know I’m breathing in; I breathe out and I know I’m breathing out. Here I am, present to what is, present to the Living God who is always here and now.” In this way, when fear rises and dryness comes, they do not lose heart. What threatens to overwhelm loses its power, attachment to consolation fades. What remains is the tree and the water, and the leaves of the faithful are green.

Blessed are they who have not walked in the counsel of the wicked,  nor lingered in the way of sinners, nor sat in the assembly of the scornful.  Their delight is in the law of the Lord and they meditate on his law day and night.    

                                                                             Psalm 1.1,2

The faithful are not swayed by argument or threat, no partisan politics nor nationalistic racism. They do not exclude the refugee at their gate, nor discriminate according to privilege or class. The people of God listen to one Voice, the vibration of Beginningness, the Genesis sound, the life-breathing Word that was and is and always will be. In meditation together your tribes become one people, one beating heart, one life and a healing presence in your world.

He came down with them and stood on a level place, with a great crowd of his disciples and a great multitude of people from all Judea, Jerusalem, and the coast of Tyre and Sidon. They had come to hear him and to be healed of their diseases; and those who were troubled with unclean spirits were cured. And all in the crowd were trying to touch him, for power came out from him and healed all of them.

                                                          Luke 6.17-19

Down to the level place, like water from the mountains to the sea, comes the Master. Here, everyone is equal, just as God created us. Born naked, the baby knows nothing of wealth or poverty, captivity or freedom, communism or fascism, monarchy or democracy, theocrat or atheist, envy or hate. The baby gazes into eyes of mother, or other. “Love is all,” is all the eyes of the new-born seem to say, “Love me as I love you”.

Here on the level place, Christ waits for all. “Blessed are you,” he says, “who know yourselves”. Go in peace and love in the world until at last the world…loves…too.


•February 3, 2022 • Leave a Comment
meditation with music by Adouin/Sheills

‘I am lost, for I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips; yet my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts!’.                                                  Isaiah 6.5

Simon Peter fell at Jesus’ knees, saying, ‘Go away from me, Lord, for I am a sinful man!’                                           Luke 5.8

You have woken something in me, and I cannot ignore your call. But I am not worthy of your attention or your love, and I don’t know what to say to those who need to know what they need to know. I have made terrible mistakes in my life, and I have hurt people who have put their trust in me. I have led them down wrong paths and I have failed to take away their pain. Here I am in the temple of my heart, at the altar of Life, and my heart is opening like the cosmos. There is no end to the space I feel, and I know you here. I think I might even be beginning to know me. All is One, and Peace reigns. Yet I am in the world, and I see the starving ones and the broken ones, the lame and the weak. And there is so much pain and destruction. There is a language in the world that contains only the illusions at play like a smoke covering the earth with ignorance and unbelief, and dog eats dog eats dog. I want to tell them of your love, but I have no words. My tongue is tied. A thousand words compete to be the one word and my mouth is slammed shut.

Then one of the seraphs flew to me, holding a live coal that had been taken from the altar with a pair of tongs. The seraph touched my mouth with it and said: ‘Now that this has touched your lips, your guilt has departed and your sin is blotted out.’ Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, ‘Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?’ And I said, ‘Here am I; send me!’                                                    Isaiah 6.6-8   

Then Jesus said to Simon, ‘Do not be afraid; from now on you will be catching people.’ When they had brought their boats to shore, they left everything and followed him.                                Luke  5.10,11

I built walls with all the ideas, the philosophies, the poems and the songs. I thought they were your gift to me and they would give me the voice. The more I sang, the fainter the song became. The more complex the philosophy, the dumber I sounded. Only in the silence, have I learned to be that which I am, your created, your intended, your beloved. Only in the silence, I am whom I am. Here I am learning that I must leave all that I think I know, every barb of attachment, every reassurance and reward. I must go in your name and proclaim your kingdom, not in carefully constructed sentences but in the silence of my own being. There are no words to persuade the lost to step onto the path of freedom. There is only the silence and the steps of freedom themselves. Burn my lips Lord, with the coals of Truth and send me out to do your will. In the morning, restore me, and send me out again, and again. In the morning, in the morning, in the morning…send me…

by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace towards me has not been in vain. On the contrary, I worked harder than any of them — though it was not I, but the grace of God that is with me…so we (the sent ones) proclaim and so you have come to believe.                         1 Corinthians  15.10,11

The Temple Within: Prayer of the Heart

•January 24, 2022 • Leave a Comment


•January 18, 2022 • Leave a Comment

The commandment of the Lord is pure and gives light to the eyes.The heavens are telling the glory of God and the firmament proclaims his handiwork.  One day pours out its song to another and one night unfolds knowledge to another.                                                                             Psalm 19.1,2

The puqdana, God’s many-faced teaching,is Love. Nature sings it, prophets proclaim, poets write, the elements are infused, Christ embodies it. Every page of Scripture is Living Word, and God speaks into every heart that is open to the Voice.

Ezra read from the Book of the Law facing the square before the Water Gate from early morning until midday…the people bowed their heads and worshipped the Lord with their faces to the ground…and the prophet said to the people ‘This day is holy to the Lord your God; do not mourn or weep.’ For all the people wept when they heard the words of the law.

                                     Nehemiah 8. 1-10 (excerpt)

Sha’ar Hamayim; Dabar d’Alaha – by the Water Gate the poet priest reads to the people from the Holy Book; in dancing flow, God’s grace, living water, living word, promise of eternal life.

And yet the people wail.

“God is Love”, cries the poet.

“Thou shalt, thou shalt not,” hear the people.

Love burns holes in the fabrics of our defences. We have constructed moral codes with join the dot maps for climbing a ladder to righteousness. We’ve tied ourselves up with chains of self-loathing, bound-to-fail hide-behinds, and rules, rules, rules.

“Rules are rules”, says one country’s ruler; “I didn’t know it was a party, I thought it was work”, says another. Both in chains, mourning the rigidity they sold themselves into when fame and power beckoned from the dark recesses of world order politic… And all the people cry, “Do the decent thing! Do the decent thing!”

But love burns through. She does not discriminate, and she does not deflect the pain within. This hurts much. Blaming and baying for justice on someone famous out there is a temporary balm for the ego inside but the sore just gets worse and worse when the anaesthetic wears off. Love heals but she is pure and the poison fights back. Stay here. Don’t mourn, don’t weep. This day is holy.

Jesus, filled with the power of the Spirit… unrolls the scroll of Isaiah and finds the place where it is written: ‘…God has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favour…’ Today, says Jesus, this scripture is being fulfilled in your hearing. Luke  4.14-21 (excerpt)

This day is holy. This is the day to walk free. Not tomorrow. Not yesterday. Today. This moment, in the breathing in and the breathing out, all Scripture is being fulfilled. The good news is unfolding, the kingdom of Christ is breaking through from within. The eyes of the soul are opening, the chains of delusion breaking, the prisoner of consciousness is walking, out through the Water Gate and into the world. Anointed One, walk…


Water Into Wine: a meditation from the reed bed

•January 11, 2022 • Leave a Comment

For Zion’s sake I will not keep silent, and for Jerusalem’s sake I will not rest, until her vindication shines out like the dawn, and her salvation like a burning torch.    

                                                                             Isaiah 62.5

Tsiyon צִיּוֹן (Zion),Holy Mountain of the Temple within, in silence I climb, led by the Spirit to…

ירושלם Yeru-Shalem, tribal federation in whom difference meets difference and finds herself to be One, dancing in creative tension of being, wild like the Spirit, gentle as the Dove, free like the dawn, burning with unfettered potential of a new day. Though I would stay here forever, I know I must descend the mountain and return to the valleys and the cities, to call your people home. I will teach them to pray and so to find you within them, and they will know salvation once more.

Oh Church of God…

… as a young man marries a young woman, so shall your builder marry you, and as the bridegroom rejoices over the bride, so shall your God rejoice over you.    

                                                                           Isaiah 62.5

Oh Church of God, you will be beautiful again.

Now there are varieties of gifts, but the same Spirit; and there are varieties of services, but the same Lord; and there are varieties of activities, but it is the same God who activates all of them in everyone. To each is given the manifestation of the Spirit for the common good.

                                                             1 Corinthians 12.4-6

Prophet, teacher, bringer of light, healer, carrier of relief, feeder of the hungry, provider, home maker, vagabond singer, poet priest, freer of captives, administrator, money expert, builder, mechanic, farmer, trader, leader, you have called us all, each to their own. Talents and gifts, to each something special but not to be squandered, flexed or hidden away.

Beauty cannot be faked; she walks where glamour seldom stoops to tread. “Look deep,” you say, “find the hu-man within. Follow your heart. You know the Way. Rebuild my church. Rebuild my church. Rebuild my Church.”

…standing there were six stone water-jars for the Jewish rites of purification, each holding twenty or thirty gallons. Jesus said to them, ‘Fill the jars with water.’ And they filled them up to the brim. He said to them, ‘Now draw some out…          John 2.6-8

In Living water, we are baptized, in the mikvah gathering waters, on the Yorden (Jordan) free-flow threshold of Promised Land, we go down once more into the dying of self, and we will rise in bridal gown to offer the wine of Eternal Life. Intoxicated with the nectar of the knowledge of who we really are, we will return to the Oneness of selfless Self, the Bride united at last with the Bridegroom in the Bridal Chamber of Love Unbound.

For Zion’s sake we will not keep silent, and for Jerusalem’s sake we will not rest…

For with you is the well of life and in your light shall we see light.  With you, O God, is the well of life.                          Psalm 36.10

Come to the Water: The Baptism of The Christ

•January 7, 2022 • Leave a Comment

I have called you by name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Saviour.                                 Isaiah 43.2-3

You are the Oneness, the Isness of all being. Apart from you, nothing is. You are the Source from which all being flows. And yet, still I throw rocks of self-doubt and half-baked schemes for happiness into the waters of my life, hoping for steppingstones, but just blocking and diverting the free flow beauty of your Grace. I cling to broken branches and swim against the flow, only to feel the branch pull away from the reed bed that held it and then roll and crash and scrape my skin on jagged river-rock banks, tangling with the roots of the very trees of life. And then, I hear your voice, like silence, whispering in the melodies of the river, “Come back my child. Let go into the flow, be baptised in my Name, the name that can never be spoken or contained, only known, only lived… For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Saviour… and Because you are precious in my sight, and honoured, and I love you…”                   Isaiah 43:4


                     ~ breathe ~

Now when all the people were baptized, and when Jesus also had been baptized and was praying, the heaven was opened, and the Holy Spirit descended upon him in bodily form like a dove. And a voice came from heaven, ‘You are my Son, the Beloved; with you I am well pleased.’ Luke 3.21,22


Coming up from the water, it is in the breath that I am set free

Ruha… Ephphatha Hash’mayim

In breath and living water, I am open to heaven, heaven open to me.

Mayim, water.

Sh’Mayim, heaven.

I see heaven opening in me, opening me, opening me to you, and to the all, everyone and everything, one being, one love, one Life…

Ruha d-Qud’sha, Holy Spirit, fall on me…

Peace… peace… peace…

                  ~ breathe ~

The voice of the Lord is upon the waters;  the God of glory thunders;  the Lord is upon the mighty waters…

The Lord shall give his people the blessing of peace.                                          Psalm 29.3

Oh God, I Am your daughter. Oh God, I Am your son. Beloved, with you I am well pleased… 

~ breathe ~

Holy Night: Christmas Meditation

•December 21, 2021 • Leave a Comment

How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of the messenger who announces peace, who brings good news, who announces salvation, who says to Zion, ‘Your God reigns.’                       Isaiah 52.7                                   

Shalom! Shlama! God is. The One Breath lives. I have returned to the beginning. The many delusions of my self-obsessive quest for purpose and meaning have crumbled in the dryness of my meditations. Original peace, she who exists beyond opposites, beyond measure of success or failure, good or bad, big or small, rich or poor, dead or alive, dark or light, right or wrong, in whom is all potentiality and possibility, has announced herself in the open plains of my heart-blessed consciousness. Barefoot, she walks in the mountains of my soul, and her voice is like soft rain on the parched earth, and pretty flowers grow:

Listen! Your sentinels lift up their voices, together they sing for joy; for in plain sight they see the return of the One Breath to Zion. Break forth together into singing, you ruins of Jerusalem; for the Promised One has comforted his people, he has redeemed Jerusalem.                   Isaiah 52.8, 9

My heart sings, and I make joyful noise with harp and lyre, flute and trumpet…

Let the sea roar, and all that fills it; the world and those who live in it. Let the floods clap their hands; let the hills sing together for joy at the presence of the Lord

                                                            Psalm 98.7-9

So far have I travelled, so long have I sought, and yet it is only when I stopped because I just could not go on, that the messenger came through. I’d clung so tightly to the threads of my dreams, I’d “fought the law and the law won”, screamed, “Justice!” into the wind and the wind beat against my face, even done it “my way” and found it just doesn’t work. Finally, I stared into the abyss and called out your Name. “Let go,” you said, and I began to fall… “Return to the beginning,” spoke a voice so sweet and so true…

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being. What has come into being in him was life, and the life was the light of all people. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.

                                                            John 1.1-5

Dabar d’Alaha. Word of God. In the beginning, I Am whom I Am. I was lost and I am found. I was empty and I am overflowing. The abyss does not consume or devour us. It is nothing but the construct of our own fears, weakness of faith and lack of love. When we resist, we give definition to the illusion. We are so afraid of the fall that we barely dare to stand. We thought the fall was inherited and there was nothing for it but to sacrifice the animal in us to buy a notion of worthiness and so gain approval, wealth and power. But Love is Love. Love never gives up and now the Christ, Word of God, Love Love’s self, has come to take us home. I stand at the beginning. Shalom! Shlama! God is.

Who Do You Say That I AM?

•December 14, 2021 • Leave a Comment

A Meditation for Advent Four

Jacob wrestled with God all night.

Then the man said, ‘You shall no longer be called Jacob, but Israel, for you have wrestled with God and with humans, and have prevailed.’ Then Jacob asked him, ‘Please tell me your name.’ But he said, ‘Why is it that you ask my name?’ And there he blessed him.               Genesis 32.28                                   

ישראל Yi-shra-el from שרה (sara), to become solid from the retention of liquidity – אל (‘el), God

…you, O Bethlehem of Ephrathah, who are one of the little clans of Judah, from you shall come forth for me one who is to rule in Israel, whose origin is from of old, from ancient days…                                  Micah 5.2

From the small place in me, the simple place, the house of bread and fruit in me, in the place of origin, the eternal source of me, there will I find the Christ in me, Master of my grappling soul. Here, when the threshing is done, the night gone and morning come, I find the blessing One. I have fought all night with God and man, and I did not give in. In flow of blessing, I rise to a new day and walk on.

He abolishes the first (guilt offerings) in order to establish the second (the way of God). And it is by God’s will that we have been sanctified through the offering of the body of Jesus Christ once for all.

                                                    Hebrews 10.10

I go to do your will now. This dark night of soul, my spirit has prevailed. Yet it was not me who prevailed but the Christ in me. It is the Christ in me who moves me now. I go to do your will. I will walk in your Way. I will go to the people in your holy Name.

In those days Mary set out and went with haste to a Judean town in the hill country, where she entered the house of Zechariah and greeted Elizabeth.                       Luke 1.39

Traveling in the radiant light of mystic joy, she can hardly wait to greet her sister in Christ. Together, they will bare the Preparation and the Way, the Threshing and the Blessing, the Baptism and the Christ.

When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the child leapt in her womb.                  Luke 1.41

Dark night of soul and dawn of enlightenment dance in the yin-yang womb of being. The dark night leaps as the Light permeates her defences. Deep calls to deep, “Let go your defences, sweet sister Love. I have come to set you free.”

And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit and exclaimed with a loud cry, ‘Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb.

                                                                Luke 1.41, 42

Blessed indeed, says the Spirit. Sing…

My soul doth magnify the Lord and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.  For he hath regarded the lowliness of his handmaiden.  For behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.  For he that is mighty hath magnified me and holy is his name. My soul doth magnify the Lord.                                        Luke 1.46-49

It is in this lowliness of my being, among the very  warts I thought I had to hide; it is here that Christ has been always waiting for me. It is here, in utter simplicity that I finally see, that truly I AM free!

full meditation – The School of Christian Mysticism

The Way of the One Breath

•November 10, 2021 • Leave a Comment

A Meditation for Kingdom 3

Heavenly Father, your blessed Son was revealed to destroy the works of the devil and to make us the children of God and heirs of eternal life…                            Collect     

There shall be a time of anguish, such as has never occurred since nations first came into existence. But at that time your people shall be delivered… Many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake… Those who are wise shall shine like the brightness of the sky…  Daniel 12.1-3

In the silence, the shadows of our fears can no longer hide within the chattering unconsciousness of our self-deluding castle walls. The pains of parent-failing childhood meet the raging youth and the half conformed, dream-suppressed grown up, growing up, dissembled, disembodied, distracted and diffused. Oh God, there is nowhere to hide here. The waves of my naked awareness threaten to overwhelm me. Oh God, from the depth of my drowning soul, I’m calling you. Oh God help me…

Preserve me, O God, for in you have I taken refuge;  I have said to the Lord, ‘You are my lord, all my good depends on you.’     

                                                             Psalm 16

I’ve built walls, mightier and thicker than my thickest skin…

As Jesus came out of the temple, one of his disciples said to him, ‘Look, Teacher, what large stones and what large buildings!’

Then Jesus asked him, ‘Do you see these great buildings? Not one stone will be left here upon another; all will be thrown down.’                                                   Mark 13

Friend, don’t be afraid. You have built these walls to keep the monsters out. You have trusted worldly voices that have told you to hide your feelings and raise your fists, voices that say, ‘build your defences, dig in and fight hard. Face adversity with adversity, spite with spite, jealousy with zeal, fight the flight, flee the fight. Build yourself up, make yourself an empire, kick before you are kicked, laugh in the face of your own tears. Dog eat dog, eat dog…’

Now hear my voice, the One voice; listen:

Be still

and know that

I Am


Let all walls fall around you.

The kingdom of God is breaking through in you. These pains you feel so strong and so hard, make you feel like your heart will explode, they are the birth pangs of the kingdom, malkuta d’alaha, the guiding principle of the One Breath, the Way of the Christ. The Love of the Source is breaking your walls, inside and outside, breaking in you, breaking through you

This is but the beginning  Mark 13

My friend, you are standing at the beginning…

And death shall have no dominion…

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