God, the Eternal Source, Answers

Throughout time God has had many faces, many names but the idea of God as the source of nature and life is not uncommon. It is that God who answers now…

“So, I’ve come to you to ask you,
My eternal source, from whom I spring. 
Tell me the truth.
How do you love me?
My heart longs for a reply.”


My small one
It’s good you ask,
For it seems you have forgotten,
How you came to be.
I am the Source of Everything.
I am the home
From which you sprung.
You, keen to experience
A little piece of Life
In all its fullness.
Me, always eager
To let you be and know,
Whoever and whatever
You may choose.

For now you’ve made,
A new home,
Out there in time and space.
On an adventure.
It is what the Universe is for.
For now you’ve chosen
To leave behind this home,
This Source of all you need,
And all you are.
Making your own way
Along with other parts of us,
Doing the same.
Sometimes ringing home,
Sometimes not.

Your adventure,
Often gives you
All you need to feel complete,
But sometimes not.
There are times when
You feel far away from home.
Detached from all you sprung from,
And your greater self.
That is when your heart
Seeks out the love
You fear you’ve lost.
Which is never lost.
And you ask me
How do I love You?

This is my reply:
I am the Source
Of all things; of all love.
My love has many faces,
It can have any form.
I am both constancy, and change.
I can choose to be
Anything I choose to be,
For I am Everything.
I am your heart’s home,
I am your Source.
You ask, how do I love you?
I love you in any, and in
Every way you need.

© Share D’All (2021)
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The Seed

This is written in memory of Esiah Levy. I did not have the pleasure of knowing him, but the idea of this soul story came to me when I heard about him on the radio.

A beautiful soul was ready to separate from all that is, and make the journey to experience itself in a body; to share the love and joy that it came from, and was made of.

It looked over an amazing, abundant world saw that many did not have enough to eat. It saw many had forgotten the magic that is in life, and therefore in them. It saw that the plentiful food the world provided was not shared fairly and that the seed, the source of so much food, was so often discarded in its preparation.

The soul decided it wanted to make a difference and bring magic, meaning, love and plenty. It decided “I will be a seed.”

The soul chose to be a boy, to be born into a loving family that stretched across the world; in a community that had often failed to be appreciated, where many young lives had lost their way. He chose to be a farmer’s son yet live in a city, because growth can happen anywhere.

So, the boy was born. He did not remember his source, or the journey he had made to get there, but his soul’s desire was strong, and his passion was seeds.

As he grew, he learned to grow things at his father’s side. He found joy in the journey of seed to food. He saw in it not only the magic of something so small, and often so insignificant looking, being the source of growth, beauty and nourishment, but also the miracle of one producing plenty, with time and nurture. He was skilled at nurture and he gave time freely.

As he became an adult, he found love and with her the seed of his body produced sons, new souls to share his magic and start journeys of their own; a family to nurture each other.

He shared his love of seeds and the seed of his purpose began to grow. Other souls began to hear his message, and those with common purpose were drawn to him – together they nurtured understanding of the miracle of the seed and the seed of his mind began to flourish. He shared seeds all over the world and they started to take root. His passion began to bear fruit… and the seeds brought forth more seeds.

Then one night his soul whispered, ‘it is time for the seed shell to be left behind so the plant may grow” and his body said okay … I am ready to be part of everything again.  

There was such sadness, as he was loved and beautiful – but the seed of his soul continues to produce and grow. Sadness and grief at the loss of his physical presence has been like the wind blowing the seed of his soul further, across the world and time. He was a good, strong seed… and now there are many, and they grow hope for this world and many in it.

Share D’All. 4th August 2019

Written after hearing about Esiah on the Food Programme on Radio 4 whilst driving home from my mother’s house. He was the founder of Seeds Share.
https://when-it-works.com/story/seeding-change-esiah-levy/

I hope his family are okay with me sharing this story, which is my imagining and not meant to be an accurate account of the detail of his life; unfortunately I have not been successful in finding a way to check.



Photo by: DarrenHester

The Eternal Parent Answers

Throughout history many have thought of God as a parent. This first response to the eternal question ‘How do you love me?’ comes from the eternal parent. It starts with an echo of the question.

“I’ve come to you to ask you,
My eternal parent; from whom all life springs,
Do you love me
Without requirement?
My heart yearns for a reply.”


Come sit beside me,
My heart is yearning too,
And full of joy to know that you desire
To understand the truth.
I will speak of love,
For I have longed for you to hear.

Would you call it love,
Even there in your world,
If a parent was to reject their child
Because they failed to meet
Some expectation?
My love has no expectation.

Would you call it love,
If the parent’s own needs
Were to them more important than their child’s?
Why is it you believe
I have any needs?
I am Everything, I have none.

Would you call it love
If a small child’s parents
Failed to guide or teach them, to keep them safe?
Failed to reduce those rules
As they grew and learned?
Love desires not, control or power.

Would you call it love,
If, looking at their child,
A parent’s love was measured and withheld
Unless it had been earned?
My love is not earned,
It joys in your mere existence.

Would you call it love,
If, in a family
The parents favoured one unequally?
If, as they grew, they sought
To mould them clone-like?
My love makes no comparisons.

Then when you’ve grown past,
Needing a guiding hand.
You’ll find that love will always set you free.
My love’s a constant;
You change, it does not.
There is no requirement in love.


© Share D’All   2021
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White Holes

You have heard of black holes … now let’s consider the possibility of white ones!

This is really by way of a follow up to my thoughts about black holes. https://tales-of-the-universe.com/2020/12/05/black-holes/

You may not have heard of white holes – I believe they are only theoretical at the moment, but then so were black holes not that long ago. Whether they do, or don’t exist in nature, I love the idea so I thought I would share it.

White holes are, not surprisingly, the opposite to black holes. Rather than sucking in light, energy, and matter as a black hole does, it propels them out. Light and energy (maybe even information apparently) emanate from them at a very rapid rate – they are balancers of the universe.

Although, as I said, there is debate about whether white holes in space do or don’t exist, and even whether they are actually possible, maybe that doesn’t matter. I like the idea that maybe we can be the white holes of our universe – giving out what life and the universe needs, rather than just sucking it in.

So, if we were white holes, what are the positive elements that we might focus on and release in order to re-balance the ‘black hole’ effect on our universe? I believe the most positive thoughts, are those that are at the opposite end of the spectrum to those grounded in fear, anger, and abandonment. To me these are thoughts grounded in love, joy, and connectedness, but the strongest is love. Interestingly, for the Christians among us, the Bible gives them as faith, hope and love but agrees that love is the greatest.

It is love, focused on our whole selves (not just protecting a vulnerable part), on each other, and on our world as a whole, which gives us the courage to stand up to the things we fear; it is all three that together enable us to forgive those that hurt us, enjoy life to the full, and know we are never alone.

So, I say let’s make white holes exist. Whether the experts find them in space in our lifetime or not, we need them in our universe, here and now. We have the power to create them in ourselves, be it for an hour, day, week, month, or a lifetime – so let’s do it!  


There is no picture of a white hole, for obvious reasons, so this is just an illusion I liked courtesy of PowerPoint.

State of Wanting

Sometimes our thoughts are at odds with themselves, even when we don’t realise it.

Knowing the power of my thoughts

To create my reality

I have worked hard to mould them,

To make them serve the experience

I want to have,

Never realising that

Beneath all the careful honing

Lurked that core thought

I had not recognised.

The thought that ‘I want’.

It means I believe I do not have.

I have created

A state of wanting

… and I am experiencing it.

© Share D’All

The Happiness Question

Our actions and perceptions are driven by what we believe about life, ourselves, the way the universe works and, ultimately, what we think we need. I believe it would benefit us to ask ourselves questions about these things more often.

What do we need to be happy?
Is it money, possessions, keeping what we have, or having more?
Is it acknowledgement, recognition, or fame even?
Is it love, admiration, adoration, from one, or many?
Is it fun, enjoyment, laughter, constant entertainment?
Is it a healthy body, that does all we require, painlessly?
Is it pleasure, deep, intimate, or titillating all our senses?
Is it belonging, knowing we are not alone, separate, abandoned?
Is it freedom, liberty, not being bound by others’ rules?
Is it safety, reassurance, the lack of change, or threat or loss?
Is it keeping others safe, who we could not exist without?
Is it success, attaining that to which we have aspired?
Is it found in giving or achieving, something we believe worthwhile?
Is it knowing we will have left behind… something of beauty?
Is it a quiet life, lack of obligation or demand?
What do we need to be happy?
Does it rely on knowing we can keep what we now have?
Does it depend on having what we fear or know we lack?
Does it change according to what we can obtain,
For us, or maybe for the ones we love?

Where is this thing called happiness?
Where can it be found?
And dare we ask the question,
Is there enough to go around?

Share D’All. 2021
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Beyond the Eyes of Emptiness

Sometimes the worst thing about the image we present to others, is the fear that there is nothing of value beyond it, inside …

A beautiful child was born, full, like all children, with amazing potential and the capacity to love and be loved. The child was born to a family whose experiences and choices had undermined their ability to fully see and nurture this potential, or to give love without requirement. Because it was what they were familiar with, and wore themselves, without malice they proffered to him the eyes of emptiness.

When he used these eyes to look at himself, they obscured, and made invisible to him, the strength, potential and resources that were there within him. When he used them to look at the world, he saw but a bleak veneer, where opportunities and hope were distant and unclear.

So, he grew with no confidence in his value or potential, believing the emptiness in him to be real even though the fullness of the potential inside him remained. Despite his own perception, others often saw the truth and potential of who he was seeping out; expressing itself through many qualities including his kindness and ability to love. They called to him to take off the eyes of emptiness and see the truth of what was in him and the world; yet he did not believe them, or recognise where they were coming from, and so took no message from their presence except that their approval gave him some respite. He did not understand or act on their plea.

As he grew to adulthood, the emptiness he saw inside himself was a cause of fear and discouragement. He sought to shield it from his own eyes, and those of others, by covering it with any love, approval, and status he got from others and the things he did. He clung to these offerings from outside himself; plastering them over the emptiness to create a pleasing image of himself over the top of the emptiness that he believed and feared was there.

Whenever a situation arose where the supply of these offerings was diminished, or a possible source was to be removed, he felt a panic that his emptiness would be revealed, and he would be unable to survive and be happy. Looking elsewhere the outlook was still bleak, and the opportunities distant and without form.

He felt a compulsion to clasp onto and after anything that might shore up this shield of recognition he so relied on. Threatened with any loss, he found himself sometimes pushing aside his natural kindness in anger or desperation, believing he had to fight for and cling to anything that could be used to protect him, even if in doing so it meant hurting others. To his shame he sometimes did this even if, in themselves, they were not things he really wanted, so great was the fear that was driving him. Yet this did not sooth him because, despite his perception, he was not really empty, and this behaviour did not fit with the fullness of who he really was inside.

The voice of his true self still came from within him and was echoed around him. It said, “Do not be afraid. Take off the eyes of emptiness and see what lies at your heart. You are like we can all be, full of love, capacity, and potential. There is no need for fear or clutching.”

Though his hearing was obscured by the shield he had made, the universe held its breath for the day when he would heed the voice; for the day when he would decide to take off the eyes of emptiness, put them aside, and see the truth of what was in him. Knowing only then would he start to be fully, and freely, what he truly was.

It knew that on that day he would start to discover all the resources he needed were within him, and before him, and he did not need to grasp for them.  He would find the freedom of knowing that his value did not lay in what others did, or did not, give him, but in who he was. He would discover that the joy of receiving and giving was not to cover an emptiness, but to join with others in the fullness of life.

Share D’All
Written for a friend – 2018
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Divided We Stand

Maybe it is time to make a fresh start as a species… and re-think some things about the way we are and where we place our hope.

It makes my heart sad to see, all around
When we focus on the differences between us,
And see them as reasons to be divided.
Drivers for hostility.
Our beliefs, our ideologies, the colour of our skin,
Our locations, our language, the conflicts of our past.
Willing to hurt, kill and mistreat each other, for these
Badges of separation.

Fighting for the right to be different
And to be seen of equal value.
Divided we stand, proudly.

Can we not ask ourselves how this makes sense?
How any of these things make us born unequal,
When there’s so much about us that is the same?
Our thoughts court separation;
Our rights, our hurts, what we think our Gods say,
Our wants, our fears, the ways of life we cling to, seeing
The need to be accepted, to know belonging, as
Dividers not connections.

Fighting for the right to be different
And to be seen of equal value.
Divided we stand, struggling.

Why’s it so hard to take another view
Where being different does not need to cause division.
To focus on the things we have in common,
Reasons to come together.
No child is born unequal except we choose to make them so.
All Gods speak of love, so why is that not what we hear?
Seeking to preserve ourselves, we fail to notice that
Division is destructive.
 
We cannot help it that we are diverse.
Until we see value differently,
Divided we stand, sinking.

What if we were to place our hope elsewhere;
In every child born, valued, and nurtured equally?
Not just every child, but every adult too.
What if we made a fresh start?
Maybe we are ready to hear our God’s message differently.
What if we are not made separate, as we had thought?
What if there’s enough of all we need to be happy?
What if our diverse views, skills, qualities, perspectives,
Are in fact what makes us rich?

Relishing the ways we are different,
Knowing we all have equal value,
United we move forward.


Share D’All. December 2020
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Sunlight on the water

Have you noticed the glimmering path the sun sends out to you across the water?

I am fortunate to live by the sea and love to walk along the coast. Have you ever noticed how, if you look towards the sun across the water, as long as it is not obscured by clouds, there is always a glimmering pathway of sunlight across the water directly between you to the sun? It almost looks as if you could walk across is and the sun is inviting to come.

If you move, the path moves with you. It always leads directly to the sun. It works the same with the moon if it is bright and low enough, or I guess with any source of light if it is bright enough to show up against the background light it is shining in.

What I love is that this is the same for everyone; anyone looking would have a path, but you can only see your own path. If our paths are far apart, we may not even be able to see objects that visible in someone else’s ‘light path’, such as things that may be blocking the light, or reflecting it differently. In that moment, each path is unique, it goes to your eyes, and your eyes only.

If we think about it, it is obvious that the light is there the same for everyone; bouncing off the water in every direction where it is not blocked. We see it as a path to us because our eyes are only seeing the rays of light that are shining, or reflecting, directly into them and that is making a path. The light, and the path, isn’t really exclusively there for us, it just looks like it.

It’s true that if you stand in a group, or next to each other, your individual paths will theoretically overlap to form what would be a wide path, but you cannot see that whole wide path, or the path of others more distant from you, you can only see your path. The path of someone standing nearby may look remarkably similar to yours, but the only way your paths would be exactly the same would be if you were standing in the same shoes (at the same time), or if one of you were sitting on the other’s shoulders.

There are lots of messages you can take from this but the main thing it makes me think about is perspective…. the concept that what you see is affected by where you are looking at things from. Perspective applies to life in so many ways, and this is a wonderful real-life illustration of it; the path we see is only the path from our perspective – from where we are standing.

Unlike with the sunlit path however, which is merely our eyes picking up light, when we look at other things in life it isn’t only our eyes that are picking up information and interpreting it, forming it into the pathways we see before us; very often it is our minds that create our perspective, how we see things. What we see is affected by what we think and believe, how we feel, and what we already know (or think we do), as well as the context and the physical angle we are looking at them from. All these things affect which rays of light, or information, we pick up to form our particular path; our perspective on the truth of a situation, or what is happening.

Our brains tend to pick up the information that fits with the way we are looking at it, and so to us the path to what we are seeing is direct… yet we need to remember, it is just our perspective, it is not the only path, we just cannot see that of others. We can shift our perspective, and see a different path, but we would need to be willing to move to do that; physically, or in our thinking.

So maybe when we think we are right, and in a position to judge someone else’s motives, reactions, or understanding, we should think of the sunlight on the water and remember, the path we see may be obvious, and direct, to us, but they may be seeing a different path which will be equally true and direct, from where they are standing.

To see the sunlit path someone else is seeing all we have to do is move to our bodies to stand in their original position, whereas to see other things from someone else’s perspective we need to move more than our bodies. We may be able to see it in our mind’s eye by finding out more about what is influencing their perspective; we may choose to move to where they are, so that our path moves with us, but maybe the most important thing to start with is to remember we are not the only ones with a path, and in the matter of perspective, your path is never wrong, it is just a path, not the path.

The sun is there for all of us after all.


Share D’All

Photo by: Seanrwatson



Unravelling

This was written with a particular very public person in mind
– sometimes when things in life seem not to be going our way, and we are struggling to cope, it could be used as an opportunity to re-think what we really need, and who we want to be.

Whatever you may think, deep inside our souls, we’re not made
To diminish others, just to make ourselves feel tall.
It does not need the adoration you demand,
To know it’s loved.

Maybe that is why, you are
Unravelling.

Whatever you may think, deep inside, our souls do not need
To make up truths and promote distorted perspectives,
So that it looks as if we’re better and more right;
To feel valued.

Maybe that is why, you are
Unravelling.

Whatever you may think, deep down, our souls do not require
To surround themselves with people willing to comply,
Putting aside their conscience, or their ear to facts,
To get our way.

Maybe that is why, you are
Unravelling.

Whatever you may think, deep inside, our souls do not need
To hurt others in order to protect us from pain,
Pretending to give, when really we want to take,
To build esteem.

Maybe that is why, you are
Unravelling.

Whatever you may think, deep down, your soul really knows,
That whilst the contrast you’ve provided has its purpose,
Stoking up hatred and self-interest all around,
Just is not love.

Maybe that is why, you are
Unravelling.

Whatever you may think, deep down, your soul already knows,
This version of who you are, is not what does you good.
There are other options, now your creation is
Falling apart.

Maybe it is time to start
Discovering.

Picture by – Imelenchon