Many May Not Understand

This red-winged black bird perched on the Weeping Dawn Redwood, close to the pond nothing named, "Lake Immaculata."

It appears as a hermit, doesn't it? And, there are aspects in a hermit's life which are seemingly perched out there, alone. The other night, nothing awoke (in pain, per usual!) and said, "O Lord, I am so alone, so alone! And it is all right!"
Yes, it is all right to sense the aloneness, for we are to be alone in God, alone with God, dead to ourselves and nothing--nothing but Christ within Whom we exist, move and have our being.

Sometimes insights come, and when one shares them with another, the other does not understand. Cannot see it or grasp it. Often this occurs because we can think or even say, "This is what I think or what I believe. There are many thoughts and ideas that we can think or believe, but when there is an insight that comes from the Lord, and is discerned as such, then it is not what I think or I believe, but rather what the Lord has shown in an enlightenment.

The other day nothing shared the insights of sideways crosses and finding the stairway to heaven. The confessor seemed to get it, as did a couple others; but one did not, and seems uncomfortable in discussing it. While it seems to nothing that these insights would be most beneficial to others, particularly a priest who might better help souls learn about their sideways crosses and how to recognize and rid them, and then to discover the stairway to heaven, who is on it, and how to proceed in faith with hand stretched out so the Blessed Virgin can more easily lead the cooperative stepper--for whatever reason, this one could not see it and still held to "what I believe."

So, nothing had to simply pray quietly that Mother Mary might help this one grasp and see--even find the stairway to heaven: that point at which one is free to follow Christ, having dropped off (and this might be an on-going dropping off) sideways crosses. Yes, a sideways cross can still be dropped from the base of the steps.

It is all right; it is all right. The other does not have to see or grasp. It is also all right to have tried to explain the insight. Not everyone is going to understand. Maybe some day, maybe not. That can be a sideways cross--to ruminate or become distressed when others do not understand something that is so clear--as clear as Andrew the Blue Heron just now flopping its wings, heavily flying back to the nest with a fresh cache of fiche in gullet, from Lake Immaculata.

As the Gospel this Sunday mentions, some things are revealed to the little ones. A little one might be small due to having finally seen some sideways crosses (and there may be more to be seen and hacked and burned as there is no indication that one is off the base of the stairway). But maybe, since the sideways cross of being bothered if someone does not get it, is gone.

A little one simply states what might seem silly or absurd to grown ups. The grown ups might judge and cling to what they believe or think. A little one has not formed opinions but takes what is shown it, told it, and flies with it back to the nest, as a genderless soul nesting within the Sacred Heart of Jesus. (Do little ones think much about being a gender? No, they have not come to that; they are little, after all, and have no need to be a gender.)