I was at a specialty kitchen store recently in beautiful downtown Franklin, NC and I saw a set of adorable measuring spoons. Not your standard tablespoon, teaspoon spoons. These lovelies measured out a drop, a smidgen, a pinch, a dash and a tad.
A tad! Be still my beating heart…I’m in love.
I admit, until recently I knew somewhere between a pinch and a smidgen about how the Divine communicates.
I meditate and wait for the booming voice of God to tell me what to do, where I’m needed, how to serve, which eyeglass frames to get…the oval purple ones or the iridescent cat-eyes. (Leaning toward purple, BTW, which has been neither confirmed nor eliminated by God.)
I like to refer to God as Infinite Spirit. Because I’m Southern and rebellious and God-shy by nature.
And, you know how Infinite Spirit is endlessly cracking Itself up?
Well, I should have known that this Infinite Spirit has been gesticulating like someone standing in a fire ant bed trying to impress upon me the fact that She’s communicating to me in an INFINITE number of ways and that the booming voice is probably Her least favorite method.
The booming voice is just so cliche, right?
The first clue that I needed to expand my awareness of Divine communication came when someone recommended the book Conversations with God: An Uncommon Dialogue by Neale Donald Walsch. If I’d known God was so, um, casual and down to earth, I’d have read this book years ago. But…God-shy me wouldn’t be caught dead reading a book about God.
Until God did the fire ant dance and put it practically in my lap and communicated quite clearly that He speaks through myriad channels and if I haven’t heard, it’s because I haven’t been paying attention.
Ask God anything, then pay attention.
The answer might come through the words to a song. An email someone writes. A comment made by the off-duty cop sitting behind you at the IHOP. A scrawl of graffiti on an overpass.
Okay, God. You have my attention. Where else would you have me look to find you speaking?
He seems to like talking to me through books and, lately, YouTube videos.
Infinite Spirit is so modern.
How did I not see it before? The Divine actually is anything but subtle when it comes to pointing me to just the book I need at just the moment I need it.
God’s Required Reading
The latest installment of God’s Required Reading for Deane is a delightful, and hefty, tome called PRONOIA Is the Antidote for Paranoia by Rob Brezsny (who also writes delightful weekly horoscopes at Free Will Astrology).
It came on my radar while I was listening to a training call for my coaching Mastery course (almost done…woot!) One of our teachers invited us to be titillated by the idea that the whole world is conspiring to shower us with blessings.
As opposed to the paranoid and fearful stance that pervades our culture that presupposes the world is a scary place, that it’s “out to get you,” and that misery is your middle name.
Titillated, I was.
Because who doesn’t need a HUGE daily dose of Pronoia?
Will we not create more joyful realities for ourselves and others when we start actively looking for evidence that the Universe is on our side?
Are we not due for some positive news?
Like the story of Ruth Lilly, a reclusive billionaire poet who received dozens of rejection letters from Poetry magazine over the years. Not one of her poems ever made the cut. Never published. Ever.
She gifted the magazine with $100 million anyway. Enough so that the guardian of good taste in verse will survive in perpetuity. For ever and ever, amen.
Take a moment to bask in the warm glow around your heart that’s filling you now that you’ve heard that titillating tidbit.
Pronoia is a beautiful idea, and one filled with hope and mirth and the possibility of random acts of high vibration merry-making and positive pranksterism.
The Best Part
Which reminds me of my favorite part of the Pronoia Movement—that not only is the Universe looking endlessly for ways to shower us with blessings, but also that we are meant to do our fair share of the showering.
Being in on the joke means being all in as both receiver of blessings and bestower of them; showeree and showerer; a player in the give and take of “regular doses of unreasonable beauty, sublime anomalies, beguiling ephemera and inexplicable joys,” all of which are necessary for peak health and optimum performance.
Evidence is everywhere that as a culture we think optimism is boring and violence and bad news are the only things that sell. We are addicted to hearing about the misfortunes of others.
I’m no exception. I was glued to the internet during the recent Waking Life implosion (oh, the irony of that name) here in Asheville.
Sorry to say, I couldn’t look away. (Note to self: look away.)
But this promise of Pronoia sounds like it might be fun as hell, what with it’s “lusty compassion and ecstatic duty, ingenious love and insurrectionary beauty,…radical curiosity and reverent pranks, voracious listening and ferocious thanks.”
The hypothesis is this:
Joy is fascinating.
Love is an act of heroic genius.
Pleasure is your birthright.
Receptivity is a superpower.
And Rob Brezsny’s book, Pronoia, provides a rollicking smorgasbord of evidence, practices, spells, experiments, re-geniusing, and good news to bring us to the understanding that the Universe is a “prodigious miracle created for your amusement and illumination” and that “secret helpers are working behind the scenes to assist you in turning into the gorgeous masterpiece you were born to be.”
Join the conspiracy to shower the world with blessings.
Let’s give God something to dance about that doesn’t involve fire ants.