Dr. Canisius Banda ON THE SOURCE [The Repeating Case of Meaning and Purpose]

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Pilgrim, here I am again. You needed me and, with your unceasing prompting, I return.

…I have not posted anything in a long while. And many of you, my dear and beloved friends, have noticed and have been aggrieved.

Pilgrim, as if badly wanting nourishment, you have been victims of an emptiness, an intangible longing has been your affliction. I pray that my reemergence will constitute your healing, restoration.

You felt spititually abandoned, effeminate.
You see, Pilgrim, abandonment isn’t possible.
You will never be alone.
It isn’t just possible.

Post something, doctor, you implored me.

I know that you love me.
And that this is so is incontestable. It is a spiritual thing.

As a matter of fact, it is not me that you love.
It is that which I manifest, which isn’t mine.

Pilgrim, our bond is divine.

It is an accurate reflection of that harmony of resonance of energy between us.

What I give is what you seek.

We are balance.

Just like you, I am only a vessel. His. All that I deliver to you is what is assigned to me to deliver.

My emptiness is synonymous with silence. Silence means signal lost/weak.

Yes.
My silence has been loud.
Pilgrim, this state of being on my part is explained by my deliberate retreat to retool my aerial.

I need to pick THE SIGNAL from THE SOURCE as intended. It suffered blunting.

For me to sense better, my antenna must be of that condition as intended. My condition must be of that kind as my design permits.

Pilgrim, just like you, I tap from the SOURCE; only a conduit.

My conduct is only a reflection of my blueprint. My life is the manifestation of meaning; only purpose revealed.

Everything has meaning.
Everything has purpose.
And everything is influenced by THE SOURCE.
In everything, THE SOURCE is.

Pilgrim, I missed you too.
I am still here.
Alive and well.
Incandescent even more.
As attractive as I was meant to be.

So as Beverly Penn says in the ‘Winter’s Tale’:

‘…Destiny calls to each of us…we are all connected, all part of a great and moving plan.

Magic is everywhere around us. You just have to look. Look. Look closely.

For even time and distance are not what they appear to be.

We are all connected.

…Each baby born carries a miracle inside; a unique purpose and that miracle is promised to one person and one person alone.

…we are voyagers set on a course towards destiny…

But be warned; as we seek out the light, darkness gathers.

And the eternal contest between good and evil is not fought with great armies…but one life at a time…’

Yours and mine, Pilgrim.

Hearken, beloved!

All we do we do in His honour.

Our purpose remains.
Emission of light.
Existential lessons we are.
Occasioning good always.
Touching lives.

Indeed we are voyagers.
Spirits.
Manifestations of His.

Pilgrim, that is all there is to it really. And this illustration I make isn’t mine at all. It predates me. It is true of me as it is you.

The credit remains His.

He is in everything.

…a plant.
…a word.
…a look.
…a handshake.
…a hug.
…a kiss.

In pursuit of light we remain. Beneficiaries of light we are.

Touch someone, Pilgrim.
We are all connected.

Travel well.
Godspeed!