Grace as a key

What “grace” evokes in me.

The quality of Grace is slow. Grace is in a rush only on rare occasions when it arrives with epiphany.

The quality of grace is visioned by the direction of growth in the natural world. Here a stem of a grass in flower. Or there fine branches of wind-swayed weeping willow.

Where creation by the forces of nature is actively at work on growing living life forms, one of the first aspects we notice is our pleasure at their geometrical shapes modulated by the in-built algorithms present in evolution over long timescales.

The way our own physical bodies operate is also determined by our long evolution. We recognise with pleasure how the factors which influence plants, other living things, and even naturally occuring inanimate minerals, cause shapes, forms and patterns to appear which we too display, both in our physical bodies and in our behaviour.

We observe the same patterns encoded through our own evolution, which are intimately concerned with our survival and well-being. These patterns in all of our living selves exist and conform to support our survival. Aeons of tumultuous patient evolution made this so.

The link to grace? It is in our awareness of pleasure at the recognition that our fundamental nature has uncountable numbers of factors in common with all other beings on this planet.

The consequence of letting our focus go to this pleasurable emotion is to realise our individual nature is as Pixels of Humanity. We are possessors in common of alive life.

With such understanding we can see we are not only waking, walking, small, self-sufficient units, but each possessors in common, without our conscious volition, of a portion of alive life with its global, perhaps cosmic reach.

At the point in life when we can fully accept this is our condition, without reservation and with the open-arms of present contentment and humility, we are most likely to sense a force far beyond the capability of our body, so powerful that it defies comparison with material strength.

The quality of such a concept, one which is beyond the scale of our day to day concerns, is also made of the reality we can come into contact with when imagining our place on Earth in contrast to the size of the known universe.

Grace, if we come into recognition of its arrival, floods our life to saturation. Grace reflects back to us with an astronomical power everything of which we are constituted. Grace reflects, it does not add or subtract. Grace has the effect of giving us the power to visualise the powers already available to us, powers innate to every one of us from birth.

Thus Grace is like a key that opens doors, it is like a brightness which shocks us by showing us that the darkness we may have taken for granted as the opposite of light does not and never has existed.

The effect of the acceptance of the presence of Grace, whether we are aware of it deeply or dimly, is to experience intensely the discovery of our arrival in time and place of who and what we are and always have been.

In the West, people tend to overlook the possibility that such epiphany could arise through a visioning for the first time of a force which has always been present with us. Western Dualistic conditioned belief systems anthropomorphise transcendent personal experience, often attributing the origin to externals.

My experience of epiphany in my life has shaped my understanding that there is nothing and no one but myself guiding or leading. All responsibility and all choices are for me to determine, to accept and act upon.

In a distant galaxy

In a galaxy a long way away, I found a Palace. It was made during millions of years of evolution, and its existence was the urge to grow.

It grew away from the centre of its planet, and was admired by all who had ganglions to admire with.

The empty Palace requires a visitor, for with no witnesses, the structure exists inchoate, incomplete. With or without a witness, it crumples and melts down into the loam of its origin anyway.

It has constructed itself to be an object of desire to beings with legs or wings.

In their absence, it relies on its trillion brethren to display its message and with it to fill every space between fire and ice.

Long ago, it took the form that love takes whenever love has the opportunity to dance with atoms.

Therefore it has no need to say, “Love”.

~ ♡ 🌟 ♡ ~

[This report from an interstellar explorer was rebroadcast to its galaxy far far away, in the hope that the Palaces of Earthly Love may come to be recognised, venerated and given the status of Universal Stellar Protection by all star-system populations for all time]

AUTHOR’S FOOTNOTE

I took a photo of an unusually coloured striated garden poppy. Later that day, I enhanced it slightly, to post it on Facebook, and then the line came, “In a galaxy a long way away”.

The combined factors involved in the arrival on Earth of such a complex botanical structure are all but impossible comprehend.

My whole life I have struggled to find out how mathematics, geometry, cellular biology, phytochemistry and evolutionary botany, could affect an organism whose purpose of existence is single-pointed, and whose outward form is graceful, coherent simplicity.

A most effective and dramatic perspective I have been using for years is to pretend I have stepped off a Flying Saucer and am taking stock of an endless variety of never-seen, never-imagined Earthly life forms.

What happens when I, a creature from another solar sytem, am walking in a land of non-stop discovery?

In a flash, my perspective broadens by astronomical leaps. I am one being in a Cosmos of beings, all completely different, yet all sharing life.

My restless questions about origins, about shape, form and composition fade into a lower state of urgency. What matters is the universality of life.

My garden poppy is a messenger of life, and the astonishment is clear. Poppy exists throughout the millenia.

The manner of life’s self-assembly, of life’s urge to exist, endure, and replicate have come to me in this one flower – just for me and only at this point in time – via the operation of whole epochs of confusion, destruction and rebirth.

I have no reason to be shy to say this. It represents the result of massive recurring surges of the pure powers of love on our planet.

There is something inexplicable and unfindable in the startling grace displayed in this poppy. The grace does not require analysis or research. It simply asks of me to release all question, and to accept with childlike wonder the blindingly brilliant fact of its existence, here and now, with me

Vertigo

Yes, Red Admiral on Buddleja

↗️  Vertigo  🔄

Here I am, I’m staring along an evolutionary track that’s many multiples of the human story.

Naked truth here is unconcealed from my eyes.

Still I have a hard time comprehending the significance of these images of resilience and perfection of form and purpose of flora and fauna in harmony and synchrony.

I find it simpler to say

~ Love is present EveryNow