Fire From Heaven

When the soul awakens, it descends like a fire from heaven.

In a moment of surprise, we discover something so powerful, so beyond our persona, we cannot believe it is a part of us.

In truth, we are a part of it.

T. Freeman

Faith, Intellect, Wisdom

Faith believes that which it is told, because it wants to believe.

Intellect believes that which it understands, because it wants to attain understanding.

Wisdom believes that which is true, because it is true.

It doesn’t have to fit that which faith wishes to believe. It doesn’t await the approval of intellect to say, “This can be understood.”

Wisdom is clear vision, the power to see “that which is” without attempting to fit it into any mold. Wisdom, therefore, is the only channel by which an Infinite God may enter.

T. Freeman

The Taller They Are . . .

You might think that the more lowly the created being, the lower the divine spark it contains.

Just the opposite: Only the highest of sparks could descend to the lowest of places and retain their power to sustain such an existence.

That is why the deepest truths are so often found in the darkest of places.

T. Freeman

Grasping Truth

Blind faith cannot grasp Truth, because it does not grasp anything at all.

Intellect cannot grasp Truth, because Truth is larger than Intellect.

Only the eye of the soul, its inner wisdom, can grasp Truth and know it as she knows her own self.

For she is Truth.

T. Freeman

Hiding Behind His Hand

Once in a while, He seems to be peeking through the latticework of our world, filling the day with light.

But then there are times He hides His face behind a thick wall, and we are confused.

We cry out to Him, loudly, for He must be far away.

He is not far away. For the latticework is His holy hand, and the walls themselves are sustained by His word.

T. Freeman

Inquisitively Challenged

The rebellious child who questions everything sits in a place beyond the one who has nothing to ask.

If the rebellious child questions, it is because it touches him, it says something to him. Perhaps it even bothers him.

But a perfectly capable human being who has no questions is stuck in his place. 

Perhaps he is a good person who does good deeds and never sins. But there is no sense of the spirit, of the meaning of life, of transcendence.

He knows of nothing higher.

T. Freeman

(adapted)