God Speaks to Man
by Edmond Bordeaux SzekelyOriginal Language English
I speak to you.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I spoke to you
When you were born.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I spoke to you
At your first sight.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I spoke to you
At your first word.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I spoke to you
At your first thought.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I spoke to you
At your first love.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I spoke to you
At your first song.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I speak to you
Through the grass of the meadows.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I speak to you
Through the trees of the forests.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I speak to you
Through the valleys and the hills.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I speak to you
Through the Holy Mountains.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I speak to you
Through the rain and the snow.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I speak to you
Through the waves of the sea.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I speak to you
Through the dew of the morning
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I speak to you
Through the peace of the evening.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I speak to you
Through the splendor of the sun.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I speak to you
Through the brilliant stars
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I speak to you
Through the storm and the clouds.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I speak to you
Through the thunder and the lightning.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I speak to you
Through the mysterious rainbow.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I will speak to you
When you are alone.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I will speak to you
Through the Wisdom of the Ancients.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I will speak to you
At the end of time.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I will speak to you
When you have seen my Angels.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I will speak to you
Throughout Eternity.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
I speak to you
Be still
Know
I am
God.
 | -- from The Essene Gospel of Peace: Book Two: The Unknown Books of the Essenes, by Edmond Bordeaux Szekely |
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This selection feels like a song, or a chant. It's repeated lines -- Be still know I am God -- endlessly pull us back to the same spot. They become a command to the mind (which, frankly, needs all the help it can get to discover stillness).
We also have the contrast of the stillness and speaking. The only way we hear God speaking to us is through profound stillness. But it is not that the God speaks in words. God speaks to us through all of life's experiences, and through the natural world -- through the trees and the mountains, through our first sight and first thought and first love. God speaks to us through our perception and our consciousness. But when we lack stillness, we take everything at face value and don't know what's really happening.
The deep truth is that every experience is an experience of consciousness. When we are still enough to truly see this, then we witness an expansive presence permeating the vast panorama, we 'hear' a voice that speaks not in words but in the fulness of meaning. Then it's no longer theory or theology, that's when we recognize what "I am" -- Being -- really is. That's when we know God.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
It's a quiet morning here in Oregon. A light mist clings to the treetops, bringing the circle of the world in close and comforting.
Did you pause to acknowledge the equinox? We stand at that delicate moment of balance between light and dark, when light and life are once again ascendant.
These cardinal points of the calendar, the equinoxes and solstices, celebrated by every religion and culture the world over, remind us of the rhythms of the world, the eternal cycle of life, death, and new life. They remind us that there is a pattern in the world, and we have a place in its unfolding.
The mind can hardly conceive of so much history in the land, the countless turnings of the seasons, year upon year, life upon life, the rising and falling of all things. Even so nature never tires and always brings us once again to renewal.
When we look deeply to the natural world, we recognize it as an embodiment of the sustaining presence of spirit, just as a mother cares for her children.
A reminder to us all: when we ignore and damage the natural world, we not only imperil our physical survival, we sever our very connection to the Divine. A book and a building are not enough. The human spirit needs cathedrals of trees, towering mountains, and fields of spring wildflowers as places of prayer. Wild, living places -- cherish them, fight for them; they whisper to us of our true home.
I speak to you.
Be still
Know
I am
God.
If you're not feeling shifting rhythms of the equinoz yet, go outside, remove your shoes and walk upon the earth, wrap your arms around a tree. See what happens.
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