Sunday, June 30, 2019

Spiritual transcendence is earthly bound

Nicole Page-Smith

Spiritual transcendence is earthly bound

The vision of Saint Teresa and the spiritual ecstasy of the piercing of the love of God have you float on the clouds. Floating with her as if white marble in the sky. A weight. Weighting down the clouds. One could not imagine the visions of ecstasy, required, pain, the pain of first love and the pain of love. Sacred and profane love float with me, here with the love of God.

Floating and ascending, travelling forth, I am like a bird thinking of flight. Flight is an experience, gliding. A rising and vaporising disappearing with the clouds is the temporal consciousness lifting our view. Opening visionary ideas into experience carries you to a place. Experiential, visionary, ideas go up with the trees and birds and, disappear in flight into the clouds and, our mind flies with the idea as with the Holy Spirit to God. Mind to God.

Matter is the experience of earth. Therefore, a heavenly understanding of the Spirit takes us further and we are still riding the clouds with Saint Teresa. The visionary ecstasy of a spiritual nature is to do with life although life is all encompassing. Our spiritual journey through life is an endeavour for the soul. Journeying forth as though riding the clouds our mind is heavenly bound in contemplation of the self. A contemplation of God is almost in denial of the self and as though our life is as ephemeral as our spirit or fleeting moments in our life, we are in preparation of the Lord, above. Our spirit knows it is only mortal but does not die. In the immortality of our soul we travel though and absorb like a tree drinks water from the earth. Universes have travelled with us and gone on by almost as if we need not be aware. We live though through our mortality of God and fly as though with comets and shooting stars around universes in thought and arrive as though by cloud or aeroplane. Descending through the clouds we almost land as if from some dream or visionary awakening and float.

Spiritual transcendence is earthly bound.

Monday, June 24, 2019

Ecstatic angels

Nicole Page-Smith

Chapter 5.

Ecstatic angels

Riding the clouds like birds in the sky, descending, I glide and fly. When angels descend it is like birds sitting on trees descending to the ground. Flying down to the Earth from heaven, angels descend. They descend to Earth. Often, angels are sent for God's divine purpose. Descending angels move up and down. Similar to birds angels have wings and move like birds scared slightly by people walking past them. Ascending, up and down angels are from another realm and only visit people in need. When people call on an angel they call on your home.

The transcendental spiritual experience of Saint Teresa took her to heaven. You would imagine riding around on clouds would be angelic. Sun and the aurora rays would take you to the light. The light of day is a blessing. The golden piercing of an angel's arrow would be as golden rays of light. Sun and the dawn of a new morn would wake up all the birds and the trees would fill with birds. The love of the Lord is a glory day morn. Transcending angels can occasionally be seen at dawn. Floating around the universe with the stars at night also transcends nature. Birds are their reminder. Angels and clouds, float on by. 

Clouds float in a transcendence of themselves. Floating with the clouds and continuing to float you feel the meditative contemplation of the Saint's ecstasy. Ascending with angels and floating the Saint's ascension was like the piecing of the Sun when waking up to direct sunlight. Aeroplanes and flying have you fly in the clouds and the light hits your eyes when you open the shutters but is not the ecstatic piercing simply the vision of light, needed.

God allowed the piecing of the golden arrow.

Ecstatic angels.

Sunday, June 16, 2019

The Holy Spirit

Nicole Page-Smith

The Holy Spirit

The spiritual illumination of God and dual understanding of the Holy Spirit is the dove. We carried at peace with God, forth. The relationship between the heart and God or the Spirit and mind is the dove like a messenger. Jesus relationship with God was the hearts understanding of the mind. A spiritual concern is of flight like the dove ascending with the angels upwards takes you to the treetops and the churchyard eves. Clouds know no sin but the hearts matter loves God. The emotion involved in love alters consciousness.

The sound of pigeons flying above your head makes you aware of their presence above you. Your mind travels up with them through the treetops and flies up to the sky. Our relationship with God while on earth between heaven and earth is a matter of the Spirit and with Jesus is the heart. Transcending the mind's Spirit and flying to the heavens with the birds and angels we fly with the dove. Fluttering and wing beats have a spiritual resonance but fly with us through the treetops with the birds. The ecstatic angel of transcendence is like a comprehension of when it rains and the clouds, we float. Floating with clouds and angels, we fly and then are pierced through with overwhelming downpours of the gods. A blessing such as in mythology of the ancients with thunder and lightening takes you with the rain back to earth.

In the Cornaro Chapel, Santa Maria della Vittoria, Rome, where the Bernini sculpture of Saint Teresa in Ecstasy, resides, the moment of transverberation is interrupted, by an audience almost, viewing from theatre seats or the theatre box of the Cornaro family. Although, not entertainment as such the religious ecstasy is of spiritual significance. We are carried up to the heights of the heavens with the angels but our comprehension is down with the birds and they fly out of our mind to God. Our relationship with God is in flight but of the heart.

Walking back along tree lined avenues, I feel transported.

Trees, birds, birds walking. Walking along with them, flying. Trees, trees becoming leaves and growing through stems. And go wing, to fly with the wind and the birds. Winter birds nests, covered, once, again. Growing leaves, growing through fingers of branches, arms and boughs. Boughs groaning with wind like arms aching in the wind. Rustling leaves, blow. Scrawling, scowling, scribbling winds drawing lines as if through you, bashing against the rain. Clouds, clouds of rain, floating, drifting off and sudden, bursts of sunshine appear behind the clouds, illuminating the clouds, making them glow. Glowing through the clouds you once feel the religious experience of ecstatic angels, beating, their wings beat against you. Birds wet in the rain beating their wings in wild storms, birds but small in the hand of God, the Holy Spirit.

Saturday, June 8, 2019

The illumination in the clouds

Nicole Page-Smith

The illuminations in the clouds

Chapter 4.

Ascension angels are those with a golden, arrow. Piercing pain.

Ecstatic angels do ascend up and down. Clouds of ascension are the pain when they should equal the joy. The piercing love of God is ascension.

Clouds of rain equal joy for the birds and the angels. God cries in heaven. The earth smiles when the clouds depart and separate for big peals of sunshine to shine through. Light is exposed in its true light and God feels happier for the brightness. Birds are of a different feathered nature and although part of God prefer trees. Some trees do not lose their leaves in Autumn.

Walking in Autumn sunshine is nicer than walking in the rain. Clouds blow off after rain and sky is clear for all to see. When the sky is blue we are reminded of our inner light and we radiate warmth with the sky. The gods shine forth but, we are illuminated by the night, the stars and the, moon.

The piercing of Gods's love by an angel was an illumination. The golden arrow of the ecstasy of Saint Teresa went straight through to the heart. Angels live in heaven for rainy days and cloud cover.

The spiritual ecstasy and visionary experience of Saint Teresa was an altered consciousness and contemplation of the Holy Spirit. To get to this forgiving of God you would have to allow the light in, the light of consciousness. God is an illumination and an entering in a soul of the golden light of the Sun. The enlightening of transgression is the illumination in the clouds.

Wednesday, June 5, 2019

You grow

Nicole Page-Smith

For Ducky

You grow

Stepping on the floor is like a cushioned cloud surface. You would be wondering with cushioned feet if clouds do reside underneath your feet or are somehow attached to your ankles with strappy sandals.

Riding a cloud you manage to find your way towards the Bernini sculpture of The Ecstasy of Saint Teresa. 

Sun is pouring through the windows. Church light in windows, Bernini's white marble floats along as if in a cloud. Angels decorate the ceiling and pierce you with a golden arrow. The piercing of ecstasy and ecstatic states would take you to the pain of God's love like the piercing of cupids arrow. Clouds of ecstasy represent the shining rays and a Saint's love. Birds tend to tweet in your branches. 

Ascension light travels through the windows of the churchyard and greets you like the birds on a new day's dawn. Silent are the colours of ascension but as loud as the birds. Birds pass through your forest with the sunlight through the clouds and trees. Sometimes the moody skies forecast the mood of the gods. The light through trees blowing in the wind dapples down to the forest floor. Shadows and light and, the shadow of birds flying overhead take your gaze upward. You feel all church architecture must talk of ascension and you spiral your ideas up the churchyard steeple. Often late afternoon sun through stain glass windows shines with coloured ascension and light. You may notice the shimmering of light on birds and their feathered plumage tells you of their position in the forest. Birds are really in the forest for themselves and to alert other animals of the dangers ahead. Twittering away in resplendent joy after the rain through sound you are taken back to the churchyard and angelic choirs with the sound of organs. Organs and churchyard music have you soar higher with the birds. Flying with angels and birds as though somehow interlinked you glimmer in the light. Light hits your face.

Flying through the forest as if on bird's wing, the wings of birds have you ascending. Flying down to the forest floor to pick up some crumbs left by your lunch you become angel and walking, becoming tree. Rooted in the forest you then think of ascension and your upper leaves are tickled with new growth and shoots. You grow.

Sunday, June 2, 2019

Clouds carry you forth

Nicole Page-Smith

Clouds carry you forth

Clouds are.

The ecstatic vision of Saint Teresa was euphoric.

Clouds race on by and as though God and the angels look down and observe us all day long, we carry on as if not observed. Clouds drift. Sun pools shine through.

Light shines. And universes away you feel there is a glimmer of hope. A feather drops to the earth, it was an angel but God thought otherwise and said the angel was a bird. Birds fly away with the clouds. Angels fly out of churches to embrace the morning light, each morning, they fly from people's hearts and birds are an indication of their flight. We do not notice heart angels, either. Fly, light, to God.

Angels are the light of God and fly. When we fly with the angels we are flying with the birds. To view the underbelly of birds in flight while standing and looking at them fly overhead we have almost become the flight of an angel but only in contemplation of the Holy Spirit of God. You can quite often hear the birds twitter overhead, tweeting and chirping they invite you into the forest but do not go into the forest alone, take God with you all around.

Angels of ecstatic worth are a different thing.

Birds fly, flying, soaring to great heights and reside in the treetops or church eves. Quite often the front of churches are vacant, squares.

Soaring with the birds your view travels up the cathedral steeple and down to crumbs left on the ground and you enter the church with a view of ascension.

Clouds carry you forth.