There are a couple of books that I am (sort of) currently reading that were at least in part channelled (either from a divine or semi-divine entity).  Since I am not completely sold on channelling, I am wrestling with how I should value these works.  If, in fact, they weren’t channelled at all (that is, the author consciously wrote the works themselves), are they worthless?  Or what if the works are more of a super- or sub-conscious channelling on the part of the author, rather than coming from another entity?  Without knowing the author personally, how are we to know?

I would like to believe that these works are channelled, but then that leads me to question why, say, a drunk and drug addicted Englishman was chosen or a housewife from the west coast of the United States.  Why not a world leader, a movie star, or someone else who would be able to pass on the channelled works to the entire world?  Or does this all go back to that horrible old occult idea that those who are meant to find the teaching will.  (I’ve always seen this as a huge cop-out.  It probably started when some want-to-be guru couldn’t gather up enough funds to some good publicity.)

What if the work contains something that really speaks to me on a spiritual level?  Does that automatically make the entire work vaild?  What if, though, there is something else in it that repels me?  Now is the entire thing invaild?  Or does everything just boil down to UPG?

I’ve been feeling a bit spiritually empty lately.  It is not that I am dissatisfied with my religion, but more that I am unhappy with how I practise it (or, more accurately, how I don’t).

It pretty much comes down to the fact that being a mom is difficult.  The Baby Man is nearly nine months old, and far from being self sufficient.  (Although he can hold his bottle now, so that’s a start.)  So, while he is awake, everything revolves around him.  Sure, I can get in some knitting or cross stitching once in a while, while he is concentrating on eating his toys.  But concentrating on my Tarot studies or the like is pretty much right out of the question.

Living in a busy city also makes it difficult for me to feel spiritual, to feel a connection with nature.  But the divine does have a way of shining through, when I am willing to pay attention.  Today, while walking down a very busy street, I saw a monarch butterfly resting on a clover flower, and ducks swimming in Mimico Creek.

I wonder if I looked hard enough if I might find the spiritual fulfillment I’m temporarily lacking in simple things, like the Baby Man’s insatiable curiosity, the cat’s ability to remain clam regardless of what’s happening, and the leaves changing colour just outside my windows.  Maybe these things are tide me over until I can return to my meditation practice and my spiritual studies.  I’m sure all of this is a wonderful life lesson that will teach me much and that I will reflect on for years to come.

On a totally different topic, if you are Canadian, get out and vote today!  It is important!  And if you don’t vote, you lose your right to complain about the government.  Who wants to give that up?