“Love begets love. Fear begets fear. Fear is love turned inside out, love hidden from the light. Love is fear turned inside out, fear exposed to the light. Take it upon yourself to expose the fear to the light or to bury the fear into the darkness, from here only love will sprout; whether from beneath you or from above you, love will command this fear to leave, returning the fear back to the illusion from which it was birthed. Turn yourself, this intricate fabric of life you be, and in your turning the truth shall be.” ~ Sam
The cloth of this world is a precise image: a piece of black fabric, black on both sides. Somewhat like a pillowcase and similar to a hood of a jacket unattached to the whole.
Love is on one side of the black cloth, and fear is on the other side.
If love be on the outside, exposed, then the image of love can be turned inside out, exposing the counterside of fear. When this happens, it is a step in faith, wherein fear is taken out of the dark and exposed to the light, rebirthed and sprouting from the hidden foundation of love. Here while love is nuturing the soils beneath, fear is exposed to be cleansed and taken by the light. Soon only love remains.
Some cloths begin with fear on the outside, with love yet not exposed. This fear is utilized as a shield of sorts, a means of protection from perceived cruelness.
When this unbridled fear is turned inside out, and love is placed on the outside, this fear taken out of the spotlight, no longer used as shield, and put into the darkness to rest, then the other side of the fabric, of love, is exposed.
In this way the light of love is brought forward. This love becomes brilliant once exposed. Because this love shines so brightly, the cloth on the other side, beneath love, where fear rests, is penetrated and cleansed.
Thusly in so turning fear inside out, the whole of the fabric is turned to love.
In so doing, the fabric is cleansed on both sides, entirely whole in love.
Where there was once fear, no fear remains, only an effervescent glow of love.
I see this as a way to heal the world, as one upon the next the fear is exposed to the light, either by turning the fear under or turning the fear outward.
I see this clearly.
I see this continual rebirthing of love, as I feed my own fear to the light.
For the light is not damaged my illusion, and the light can only see love.
In so doing, in willingly turning over the fabric of what I be, I am instantly healed.
Proclaiming my fear to the world in totality sets me free.
The cloth I am is purified by love and light, so that the stitchings of my soul radiate the truth beyond the illusion of fear.
With nothing buried beneath, I am freed.
I think this is the time of shedding for the world, for the cloths to be turned inside-out in whatever fashion need be, for the fear to be laid to rest, evaporated, and lifted, though illusion it be.
For it is in the gentle stirrings of love we are each healed, my healing affecting another’s healing, and vise versa.
It is in the clinging on to illusion of fear that we are buried deeper into a place of disillusionment and isolation, wherein illusion (fear) is given the power that love naturally carries.
It is in being fearless, in fearing less, in trusting in the power that is, that we be set free.
Behold this imaginary fabric, that is more real than real, and twist and contort your cloth, to surmise your doings and bearings, and to find the gentle way into peace; wherein your fear is admitted and released all with the touch of thought, with the hand of spirit, given up to that who can take freely without harm and return divinely what is inherently good in you: you in completion, the illusion lifted, and your self revealed.
Go to your neighbor and announce to him your fear, whatever it be. If they are truly carrying the light of love, they will embrace you in totality. If they are not, then perhaps it be time to look elsewhere.
Say onto another: “I am afraid.” Of what or whom, it does not matter. For in admitting your fear you have released it.
Admit and release, and the gentleness of love shall embrace you. For it is in the emotions of naught that love is rebirthed again and again.
To give of fear freely, to pronounce this fear to the world, and then to watch it dissipate is your task, and your task alone. For only then will the healing of one affect the healing of all.
There is no enemy outside self, outside this fear.
All is illusion birthed from the bed of fear.
Step into the light and watch the illusion shed.
Be whole in your goodness.
And recognize where there was once misfortune and pain, there only be gratitude.
For you have been shown the truth, as your eyes are ready to see, and in this seeing you are eternally blessed. Embraced in the light of the world that emanates from your being put here to show the truth of spirit, that together in unity, in mission, in the unfolding and refolding of self, we can proclaim the goodness of one and in turn announce the goodness of all.
There are no shadows, no mysteries, no chambers of hidden secrets, there is only stepping into the light, again and again and again, until you are spirit, beacon upon beacon radiating the joy to the world upon worlds, and lifting the ailments of soul to the next level of enlightenment.
With a step of faith move into this illusion fear, and there purge, like no other, the imaginary demons that stir you, where light was meant to be.
Turn out your fabric to the sun, as cloth is hung out in the day; turn out your cloth to the dark as seed is buried in soil, and see what is rebirthed from the illusion of thirst and want; turn out your blessed cloth, and expose your unyielding light to the world.
It is time, and I await you here, my dear blessed one.
8 thoughts on “319: The Cloth”
I have fears. I know this. I am not sure what all of them are, nor do I know what some of them truly mean.
I am afraid of heights.
I am afraid of really closed-in spaces.
I am afraid of being hurt if I let my feelings show fully.
I am afraid of others seeing me afraid.
I am afraid of others jumping to conclusions and not listening to the full story before making judgments.
That’s enough for now,
thank you for sharing your fears. I hadn’t thought of some of those fears, and I am so certain many others feel a lot of those same things. I imagine, that being a man must make it sometimes even harder to show fear or to show being afraid. I truly appreciate this list, and I hope that it some way some of the fear was diminished through this process of exposure. Blessings to you.
“The illusion of fear…”. Oh the madness… the sweet beautiful madness…Maybe I was never insane, maybe I was never odd. Maybe I was iust myself..the glorious feeling of madness- to be free? to be mad? To be an Artist. Indeed. These are my fears, entwined that they are.
Creative genius…. unleashes the depths of the soul that are so beyond comprehension that one cannot help but feel the former shell of self slipping…..thank you for your words, Alyce. Hugs and love.
I am fearful that my fears exposed will create fear in others. Im not that great at hiding my fears….although I work very hard on doing that everyday….which is so tiring… but it seems to be what others want so as a good little aspie I apease. If only everyone knew of your cloth Sam!
that is a powerful fear…. I think that your fear exposed might stir connection and awareness in others. but I can see how that would be a strong fear. Good little aspie…. Yes, I often catch myself being a good little aspie, too. 🙂 cheers and love
Any fear, when exposed to the light, instantly loses its power. It is seen for the shadow it is as it disappears in love.
Yes, spot on…. shine the light over here! 🙂