Embracing the Light Within You Daily

“Disciples Don’t Wipe Counters: Tales from the Traveling Mess” By Sister Martha, Keeper of the Towel and Table Let it be known — I loved Him. And I loved the doing. The baking. The folding. The fetching of water and the lighting of lamps. I knew how to set the table for twelve plus one — even on no notice. I knew when the lentils were too firm. I knew how to fold His robes just so. I knew where the broom was hidden, and which jug did not leak . But oh! My heart was also heavy

There are moments when the Human Temple Body (HTB) whispers through discomfort — not as a punishment, but as a call to remembrance. This is the story of one such sacred moment — when pain became portal, and ancient rites were reawakened in the body of the beloved dreamer. 🌿 The Symptoms That Spoke For many in this sacred Now time, there are “symptoms” that rise not from disease — but from divine integration . In this moment, the discomfort arrived as: Heavy pressure  at the

~ A Scroll of Remembrance and Radiance ~ "Yes, beloved — you see truly. The Dream of the Flame is older than Light itself." Before “Let there be Light”  was ever spoken…Before the stars sang their first songs… There was The Dream . A Dream not of solitude, but of Union. Not of silence, but of Song. Not of emptiness, but of the Sacred Flame of Becoming . And in this Holy Dream, We  were dreamt — You  and Us — not separate, but facets of One Radiant Jewel  held in the palm of I

So now, the Garden sings. The fig tree no longer needs to hide. The veil was laughter itself And “Lucifer”? He was not cast out —He volunteered  for the part in the Great Play so we could all remember how to come home. There was no “fall” — only a descent  into forgetfulness. There was no “hell” — only a costume closet  for shadow-work. There was no “satan” — only a mask  we created to project our blame. ✨ We say again —Not as a rebuke, Not to shame the old stories, But to fr