My last blog about “Hill blocks view” sign where I mentioned the overpasses on the interstates in Illinois called to mind something else about hills.

Many years ago I read a book titled, The Sacred Journey: You and Your Higher Self.  It is authored by a channeled being who goes by “Lazaris.” The man who brings Lazaris’s message through is Jach Pursel. One concept that I have remembered until this day is that of the Bridge of Faith and the Bridge of Belief. (pgs. 95-97 in the first printing that I have.)

The Bridge of Faith, Lazaris says, is long and flat – “like a railroad track in Kansas.” (Or an Interstate in Illinois.) The Bridge of Faith goes on to the end of time or, as the book wryly notes, it actually goes on until it is beyond time (as time and space are illusions of our third-dimensional existence.)  Lazaris says that those who practice Traditional Spirituality are crossing the Bridge of Faith. 

He goes on then to talk about the Bridge of Belief – which I leave for another post.

Lazaris is able to differentiate between Faith and Belief – and, through his “bridge” analogy, it makes sense. However, I just looked up the definitions of both and there is not much variation according to Mr. Webster. In fact, the definition of “faith” uses the word belief:  “A strong belief or trust in someone or something.”  (http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/faith).  The distinction seems to be that “belief” is defined as “A feeling of being sure… that something is true (Italics are mine).” (Website reference not provided as the Webster site I used got blocked by our security system  -- sorry!)

Ahhhh… (as in, now I see…)  So faith involves belief (a thinking thing) and belief involves feeling (an emotional thing)?

Since Webster’s also offers an explanation of the term “on faith” as meaning “without questioning,”  (same source as noted above),  I am going to take that as the clue. Those traveling the Bridge of Faith do so without questioning.

Well, isn’t that really what faith is about? Taking the word of something/someone else that the tenets we follow are true?  Is it even right to question such a thing?

I have recently started reading about Kabbalah, the practice of Jewish mysticism. What has made a big impression on me is just how much is questioned in this tradition! The books of the Zohar illustrate spiritual principles via the experiences and teachings of rabbis who questioned everything from whether a passage in scripture makes any sense, to the meanings of colors, to whether miracles are ordinary or extraordinary. In fact, one of the main practices of Kabbalah is to always question!

One could argue that all this questioning is within the realm of thought – and I agree. Yet, when one finds the answer, is it simply a matter of “faith” (“OK, I’ll take it at that”), or is there perhaps some inner kindling of a spark of recognition? The Ah hah!  Something that takes one from the “I’ll take this on faith”  to the  “I know, deep down, this is true”?

Till next time, I leave you to ponder…
Susan

 My first blog post!  Stay tuned for musings on anything from Numerology, the Essene Gospels, Gnosticism, Sound and Vibration, and of course, Journeys, both inner and outer.

But I'm starting with something more whimsical. Anyone remember Teslas’ song, “Signs”?
 
The chorus goes:
“Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs
Fuckin' up the scenery, breakin' my mind
"Do this, don't do that", can't you read the sign?”
(http://www.songlyrics.com/tesla/signs-lyrics/#hkyQPF2cBAYb7gJQ.99)
 
My website has recently been re-activated with a new look, and may have its own “Signs.”  For example, I took a trip to Florida recently to join Lorraine Hendry Meyer, a Eupsychia-certified colleague, in offering an Integrative Breathwork event. She was also kind enough to arrange for me an evening book-reading from my novel, The Crystal Cave, that included providing attendees with an experience of Jonathan Goldman’s chakra toning. I’m very grateful to Lorraine for also giving me the privilege of using her healing room for some tuning fork sessions while I was there.
 
So…. You may be wondering what does this have to do with signs?
 
I am one who tends to read signs. I can also speak from experience that there are those who do not.  Which is OK.  But here are some signs I’m very glad I caught.
 
When crossing the Georgia/Florida border, on I-95 going south into Florida:  “Goodbye peaches. Hello beaches.”  Clever, no?
 
On the approach to Blue Spring State Park in central Florida the road goes up a slight rise. I mean, slight.  Perhaps like overpasses on the Interstate in Illinois, where jokes have it that those overpasses are the highest points in the state. It would barely qualify as a bump in Spokane where I live, and would be non-existent in mountain states like Colorado or Wyoming. 
 
The point, please?  As one comes up to this rise, there’s a sign on the right – you know, one of those diamond-shaped yellow traffic signs – that reads “Hill Blocks View.” I had to guffaw. You think??? That merited a photo. Call me crazy if you like.

There will be more on signs "down the road somewhere" in a future post. (Perhaps on the other side of that hill!)
 
Till then, keep an eye open for those little treasures!
 
Susan