One Path Home

War Rages On

2011-08-25T15:05:00.000-07:00

War Rages On

I’m listing each grievance to see where I am.
I’ll spit it all out and not give a damn.
I’m mad at myself for being such a fool
For trusting that brother to follow my rule.

Abundance means giving with heartfelt ease,
forgiving yourself for the fearful freeze
that locks up your love - it never knows why,
but holds on to a dream ‘til the day that you die.

Dear Father, your help would be welcome today.
I’m attacking my brother just so I can stay
separate, adamant, striving to be
that pillar of strength that may set me free.

Yet everything crumbles - disaster reigns.
My body is ravaged with weakness and pains.
I can’t change brothers, I know that somehow
They’re a mirror of me and I’m guilty now.

I could keep on writing ‘til dawn arrives.
Please Jesus come and clear my eyes.
The splinter I see is reflecting me.
I think I am guilty in the first degree.

Remove all this poison, this acid, this crap.
Please wake me up with one really good slap.
“Stop delving in misery, in lack and loss,
or unfairly treated by your kin or your boss.”

I’m choosing my thoughts and making them real,
And suffering from thoughts. - Ye gads what a deal!
I’m turning it over to God instead.
Holy Spirit take over - I’m going to bed!

Janni Spiller
Revised, 8/26/2011

A breath of Light

2011-07-24T12:23:00.000-07:00

A BREATH OF LIGHT

She’s dying and I don’t know what to say.
What do I fear?
What am I feeling?
Am I good enough?
What does she need to hear?
How can I release us both from this idea of death?

The sterile British hospital ward is filled with row after row of sad dying old women.
Dearest Mummy, so pale and frail, is ninety-three and already going into Cheyne-Stokes labored breathing . . . she’s is going soon.
I sit silently next to her . . . waiting for inspiration.
It comes.
She whispers, “Janni, will you take me home with you?”
I smile, “Mummy, you are already home in heaven with me now where you never left.”
Her eyes are so warm and loving as she takes one last look at me, then closes her eyes and lets her last breath evaporate into the room, filling it with a brilliant white light.

Janni
July, 2011

L - 301 "And God Himself shall wipe away all tears."

2011-05-09T08:33:00.000-07:00

Lesson 301

"And God Himself shall wipe away all tears."

When I judge a brother/myself, I notice that time stops and congeals this image, the holy Son of God, into a body.

I immediately feel the pain of separation.

A pang of guilt seeps into my awareness.

My body takes a defensive position as I wait for the counter-attack.

It comes.

I'm amazed at my confusion.

What happened?

I've lost my Self.

Blast!

I don't know how to defend myself.

I want to run away.

Help! I'm feeling abandoned.

On second thought, it's all his fault.

I'm right. He's wrong.

I'm a teacher of God, so why am I feeling so miserable?

I start to cry.

I can't win.

I give up.

Help Holy Spirit.

I go within to silently listen for God's Voice.

"Teach only love for that is what you are."

I change my mind and say to my projection, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I love you. Thank you for everything."

The answer comes, "There is nothing to forgive."

I smile as a finally understand.

"And God Himself shall wipe away all tears."

Janni

Your precious novel

2009-02-07T11:48:00.000-08:00

"It was such a treat to read your precious novel, One Path Home. I was captivated and enthralled by it. Great one liners that were real zingers! Once I absorbed the message, I went into a light experience; a beautiful experience of forgiving myself. I would stop, apply the concept of choosing love over fear and a wonderful beam of light would envelop me. Awesome! I appreciate and love your book . . . a miraculous healing. Thank you!"

WESLEY

2008-11-10T17:18:00.000-08:00

Grounded love
In earthly cloak
Swept in passion
By life's strong yoke

Surely footed
Through murky clay
Pressing forward
To meet his day.

Beyond veils of dusky clouds
He finds the truth all about.
Beyond the clanging of metal words
He hears the truth in the absurd.

This gentle dear with words of grace
Dost lull my heart with heaven's face.
Open your window and let Wesley in
And let creation's song begin.

I'll meet you there

2008-11-08T07:59:00.000-08:00

There is a place in our hearts
where our realities join
and beliefs do not separate us.

Where our spirits dance with glee
exploring our possibilities
as we surrender our identity.

A place where we allow one another
to see our frustrations
hear our songs of joy
and taste the salt of our tears.

It is a warm safe place
where we tenderly hold one another
and let go of whatever holds us back.

There is a place in our hearts
where we intuitively touch the truth
I'll meet you there.

ABOVE ALL ELSE I WANT TO SEE

2008-11-08T07:36:00.000-08:00

Above all else I want to see
Gods image of truth as He gave it to me,
To look on my world with such charity,
That love can set me free.

Behind every image that I have made,
The truth remains forever unchanged.
Behind every veil o'er the face of love,
My light remains undimmed.

Beyond insane thinking that I have wrought,
Is my will united with Gods.
Beyond separation and negative thought,
Is the knowledge of oneness with all.

My ego thoughts create the pain
Of illness, loss, aging and death.
Yet complete fullfillment and perfect peace
Are my own inheritance.

Love replaces fear
Laughter replaces tears
Abundance replaces loss
This is why we're here.

Above all else I want to see

GOD IN ME

ATTACKING MYSELF

2008-05-28T10:35:00.000-07:00

You've got to be kidding; I did all that?
By thinking fear thoughts, I'm under attack?
She really did nothing, that sister of mine!
I thought she was crazy, but you say she's fine!

Hard to believe, but what else can I do?
She's perfect, you say, so that must be true.
What grievance may I keep to make myself real?
Not one, do you say, if I want to heal!

You've got to be kidding, I made myself sick?
You mean she's not guilty; the ego's the trick?
I guess she's my saviour, if I want to learn
That mirror she shows me, I must not now spurn.

I'm grateful to know I'm attacking my self.
I can stop it right now and look at the wealth
Of gifts I've been given by God up above
And instead of attacking me, be only love.

Written by "Janni" on 4/06/2001

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2008-05-11T13:24:00.000-07:00

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I am looking forward to your next book." ( "QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT" )

Lisa Natoli, author of "Gorgeous for God"

Reader's comments - "ONE PATH HOME"

2008-05-10T09:29:00.000-07:00

"ONE PATH HOME" combines a great romantic adventure
story with wise and wonderful ruminations on
A COURSE IN MIRACLES.
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lot about God. I want to read anything she writes."

Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love

Eternal Questions

2008-04-24T12:38:00.000-07:00

Is it time yet to meet God?

Am I really good enough?

Do I want to let the thought that I am a body go?

Have I suffered enough?

What guilt or fear is holding me back?

What eternal rapture do I find in this world?

What game do I play in order to jumble up my life?

Do I love to dance with the thought of death?

Will I let it all go now?

Why did the impossible happen?

Speak up God!

I can't hear you.

>>>>>>>>>

OH!

<<<<<<<<<

Janet Spiller

July 20, 1996

Nostalgia

2008-04-24T12:26:00.000-07:00

Now it is evening

Shadows are falling.

Supper is ready.

Nostalgia is near.

Who is the Goddess?

Where is my brother?

No one to join me,

except thoughts of fear.

Change my perception.

Ask for assistance.

I'm not alone.

Holy Spirit is here.

I am the Goddess.

I am the brother.

I join my Self.

It's Heaven my dear.

Janet Spiller

May 23rd, 1996

Grandchildren

2008-04-24T12:12:00.000-07:00

Love in love with itself scampering freely in abandoned joy.

Innocent creatures exploring possibilities of emotion . . . feasting on wonderment of worldly textures, smells, tastes and forms.

Running to the next treasure of experience.

Limitless energy.

Abundant love.

YES!

Changing patterns weaving light and dark across the mirrors of their minds.

Choosing joy and miracles.

Being their God-self, knowing their atonement with heaven.

Now is all.

Teaching us how to perceive our own perfection.

Grand children.

Senator Barack Obama

2008-03-06T08:10:00.000-08:00

Senator Obama, like our first President, George Washington, is coming into the presidency during an economic crisis in a time of war.
As the first Afro-American candidate for the presidency, he is charting a course for change amidst a very entrenched political arena.

Politics is about reputation and character. In 1791, John Fenno, of the Gazette of the United States, gushed that Alexander Hamilton, "is a star of the first magnitude in our political hemisphere." Is Senator Barack Obama also that star; or is he a comet burning brightly in the sky only to shine for a moment and then be extinguished?

According to Thomas Jefferson, "The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time." Obama is doing just that by inspiring thousands of Americans to get out for the first time to caucus and vote in the Primaries. He has created a great infrastructure across the nation in a short time by appealing to each of us to get involved. He has demonstrated by his leadership that his principles, words and actions are congruent.

Wanting a total change for both the common man and the elite in the Federal government, Barack is walking a tightrope between black/white, rich/poor, young and old. Since talent, skill and moral fortitude guide his judgment, I believe that he will not be a traitor to the truth to please anyone.

With formidable zeal for his country, accompanied by integrity and honesty, he promotes liberty and justice for all. His orations, charismatic personality and vocal advocacy for the rights of all, ignites the hope of the return of the government of the people, for the people and by the people.

Right now, something new is being offered. It is the possibility of opening up our narrow vision and untapped potential by believing, "YES WE CAN." As shown in his latest book, "Audacity of Hope", he is daring, decisive and audacious! He is used to taking huge risks and he is used to winning. Courage and intelligence dovetail with his ambition to obtain the consent of the whole people to elect him as the next President of the United States of America. He has enormous plans and knows how to kick them into gear. "FIRED UP AND READY TO GO."

Benjamin Franklin, who signed the petition for the abolition of slavery, said,"The noblest question in the world is, 'What good may I do in it." The primary concern of many of us is the national debt. What good may Obama do in it?

As in every conflict, the basic causes must be addressed and resolved. This is a national curse because it yields power to nations like China, who can demand payment without notice, thus putting the U.S. at great economic risk. As Thomas Jefferson said in the 1700s, "We will never be respected abroad until we have resolved our debtor status." Like black slavery three centuries ago, this enormous debt is a forbidden subject that must now be addressed. What better man to address and resolve it than Barack!

A creative statesman like Obama, can conciliate views. He identifies problems; brings all the relevant players to the table; asks what do we need to do about it; how do we fix it; listens; sorts out the solutions; organizes bi-partisan collaboration and then co-ordinates immediate action.

I believe that presidential candidate Obama can unite us and lead the way out of our economic crisis and bring an end to war.

Article written by Janet E. Collins,
Author of "One Path Home."
www.onepathhome.com

LOVE

2007-04-05T08:09:00.000-07:00

TO BE WITH YOU AS YOU

TO BE WITH ME AS ME

SILENT WITHOUT LONGING

NO THOUGHTS DISTURB OUR PEACE

LOVE FLOWS ON FOREVER

PAST TIME AND SPACE AND FORM

TO BE WITH GOD OUR SAVIOUR

OUR HOLINESS REBORN.

Poem by Jan Spiller
March 24, 1996

IS LOVE LETTING GO ?

2007-03-31T09:11:00.000-07:00

When I give you the freedom to be yourself
Listening to your feelings
Being quiet with thee,
Do I give you the freedom to forget me?

When I feel the pain of being forgotten,
Do I rage within?
Cry with out?
Do I remember what love is all about?

Dear God, help me to recall
That right and wrong is not all.
That wanting love is losing love.

I fall asleep
For the pain of letting go
Is in it self
Too hard to keep.

I then awake
This is great!

Love is ME!

Poem by Jan Spiller, 1988

The Love of God

2007-03-31T08:44:00.001-07:00

Sweet is the solitude of the desert land. The sun hangs high in the sky, and only the shadows move as day declines, giving place to soft hued night.
In the quietude of the moonlit hours, the anxious cares and toil of the day slip away, calmness descends and the traveller sits in the opening of his tent. He breathes a prayer of thankfulness for blessings that are his, then contemplates with mind and soul the scene before his gaze.
The rolling dunes give back the warmth so lately stored in grains of golden sand. A starry mantle is spread o'er heaven's space and myriad points of light twinkle and glow in the utter silence.
Man looks up and his lips are hushed as he seeks to tune with the Infinite. What can he say that is of worth beside this silent witness to the majesty of the Creator? Yet his soul vibrates with love and thankfulness that this consciousness is his.
Mortal eyes are not just mirrors to reflect the harmony of life, but windows of the mind to seek the beautiful and good.
Humble and content, the dweller of the sands folds himself in sleep knowing that even as tomorrow's dawn will light the eastern sky, so the Love of God will light his soul in this world and the next.

From the journal of S. J. Spiller - Sept. 22, 1938

The song that sings inside me.

2007-03-21T09:23:00.000-07:00

The song that sings inside me
Is bright and gay and strong.
It comes from many cultures,
To whom I now belong.

An ancient tune I 'm thinking,
With words not quite defined.
But still I understand them.
They come from my whole mind.

I sing each night and morning
A love song to my Lord.
He joins me with His blessings,
A note of one accord.

The song that sings inside me
Plays on eternally.
It rings with joy and laughter,
And knows not misery.

It bubbles away troubles.
It fizzes away fears.
It even makes me younger
By several million years!

How silly you might say
To think that this is true.
The song that sings inside me
Is you!

Written 2/21/99
Janet E. Spiller

2007-03-11T10:21:00.000-07:00

2007-03-05T08:33:00.000-08:00

Hello!
I LOVE YOU.