Please let me start with a bold and somewhat shocking statement.
There isn’t a shortage of Wisdom in the Cosmos.
‘Well it sure doesn’t look like it!’, you understandably respond.
Good point, but do let me explain.
The Created order, as far as the Hubble Telescope can see, was birthed by Wisdom. Not the wisdom of man, but Divine Wisdom, the Essence of Divine Love.
The Source from which we’ve come isn’t a dull impersonal force as portrayed in the movie Star Wars, but a vibrant, boundless Wisdom with a purpose and a plan.
Wisdom isn’t stupid. The mess that we find ourselves in hasn’t taken it by surprise. It knew all along what the consequences of its creative endeavours could be.
Wisdom still went ahead, knowing that we’d eventually get the message and return Home to its compassionate heart.
Wisdom manifests in many spiritual traditions although they foolishly attempt to domesticate and package it for the general masses.
Wisdom is free, crying out daily to the sons and daughters of men, runners in the rat race of acquisitive desire. Stuff doesn’t bring Wisdom; letting go usually does.
Wisdom loves to interact with its offspring, sitting them down and talking things through; revealing its priceless perspective on our earthly sojourn.
Wisdom usually hangs around the broken-hearted, those with an ear to hear, slowed down by the traumas of life. It’s words bind up the shattered psyches of despair and inner pain. Wisdom infuses Life, the Creative energy that set the stars in motion, into our shattered dreams of Being.
Wisdom takes us under its wing and frees us from the fool, the one within and the one without.
Wisdom sees the end game and not the quagmire that we’re presently drowning in. It’s confident that it can eventually set our feet on solid ground.
Wisdom is generally ignored in the affairs of man. It is more generally listened to by the daughters of Eve, those gifted with an inner hearing, those tuned into the Womb of Divine Love.
Wisdom is heard in Silence, that sacred space within that’s left when ego’s towers of Babel collapse and burn.
Wisdom never leaves us but doesn’t butt into our ego chatter, trying to compete with pain fuelled thoughts of danger and of woe.
Wisdom waits and waits and waits………until the time of hearing has come; that mystical moment when we hear the Voice of Source whisper in the caverns of our Soul.
Wisdom doesn’t gloat over the crash and burn of others, but reaches out its hand to still their inner storm.
Wisdom welcomes all to eat its Bread and Drink its wine; to fill ourselves with food of Soul, grown in the fields of Spirit Breath.
Wisdom or Ego? The Voice of choice is ours to choose.
Wisdom waits.
But more of that in my next Post!
x Dylan
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