by Donna Ferri.
Copyright © 2005 – 2008. All rights reserved.
This article was resurrected from an old Blogger site I started a couple years ago that was removed presumably due to inactivity. Web log entry dated Sunday, August 21, 2005:
I know I could never go so far in my seeking as to physically fast in the desert. Yet nervous thoughts associated with fasting did come to mind, along with the gauntlet handed by my friend. She is practicing The 40-Day Prosperity Plan, prescribed by John Randolph Price in his classic, The Abundance Book. My copy, published in 1996 by Hay House, Inc., lay where I left it, on my shelf. Long since the first and only time I had read and applied its plan.
Might I join her in this exercise, she asked.
I don’t ‘do’ fasts.
I came up with more such internal justifications over the next few days whenever she phoned. Hearing the unspoken question, “Have you started?”, my equally unspoken responses varied. From the simple tactic of pleading ignorance,
To telling myself that I had already been conditioning my thought for some time. And even,
“Why my very occupation is one that develops consciousness on the practical level.”
Meditating daily on the golden antakarana of light connecting through my heart with all those whom I would meet that day. Wasn’t this spontaneous visualization and feeling of love my continual prayer ever since setting foot on the devotional path?
Today is my friend’s fifth day on the plan. I opened Price’s book to my own Day One:
God is lavish, unfailing Abundance, the rich, omnipresent Source of infinite prosperity is individualized as me – the Reality of me
I had read and absorbed truth before without my wild accusers crowding in like this. Asking me,
How did I feel about the meaning and use of the word God?
Was I not on a break from such study and inquiry into the man-designed mechanics of spirituality?
Such heretical thoughts have assailed me before, but why now, over such a little book. I wondered. Perhaps in my efforts to clear and recondition my thinking, I’d mined deeply enough to have finally hit bedrock. This again took my thoughts away from the simple exercise of contemplating a few words. Instead, I now fretted,
Had I any hope of going any further on this journey? Would I get to my core?
In the midst of this mental noise, the simple ring of Price’s words woke me as only Truth can, finding one of her students asleep in the conservatory.
God… the Reality of me
I had a choice. Was it to continue to identify with the “eye blinking”? Or was my true validation to be with the “I” behind the “eye”? The One, observing through one who only pretended to be Observer.
Feeling a certain sense of the breakthrough that has been occurring of late, this is one concept that I am happy to absorb through my skin. Letting the magic happen on its own. Without any “help” on my part, thank you.
Spiritual patch, anyone?