Embracing Our Oneness: Creating the United, Peaceful, and Loving World Our Hearts Know Is Possible

By Thelma Deva Beach

In this time of negativity, cynicism, division, and despair, the clarion call of Thelma Deva Beach to celebrate all th

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thelma D. Beach
• Release date: May 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9780578687490

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Embracing

Our

Oneness

Creating the United, Peaceful, and Loving World Our Hearts Know Is Possible

THELMA DEVA BEACH

© 2020 Thelma Deva Beach

To God

and

to you.

We may despair that for our tragically divided Earth family to ever come together in harmony, unity, and peace would take a miracle.

Miracles happen.

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Epigraph

Our Journey Together

Roots

Leaving Eden

God??

Reflections on the Quest

Soul-Deep Unshakeable Knowing

God’s Communion with Us

A Stunning Message

Reflections on Missions

An Insistent Call to a Higher Awareness

Sacred Simplicity

A Joyous Reunion

A Wondrous Awakening

An Infuriating Yet Perfect Message

A Profoundly Welcome Message

Healing Separation

Exploring Our Oneness

Embracing Our Oneness

The Arch of Light

The Here and Now of God

The Sometimes-Surprising Power of Love

Our Journey Together

I warmly welcome each of you, including atheists, agnostics, and believers in a punitive God.

My prayer is that as you turn these pages, your hearts may open to the possibility that a God of infinite love does exist—love not just for those of a certain race, religion, nation, culture, or species, but for all beings, in all places, at all times. And that you then find your heart and your spirit responding to this, which I sense is God’s timeless call to each of us:

Yes, beloved soul,

your life has profound meaning

and a sacred purpose.

Know the immense power within you.

Honor your vast potential for good.

Come, let’s share the journey together.

Embrace your Light-filled destiny.

Although you and I have likely not yet met, I speak to you in these pages as sacred souls, luminous souls, beloved souls. Please understand I do not call you this casually or to flatter you. I have no need to know you personally to know that your soul is sacred, luminous, and beloved.

We are all beloved souls, always, as we are each beloved by God throughout eternity, and our Earth journeys become profoundly more meaningful and fulfilling when we live throughout our lives in the clear knowing of this. As the noted French philosopher dear Pierre Teilhard de Chardin proclaimed, We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.

Our souls come from our loving God when we begin this Earth lifetime and return to our loving God when we leave it.

We may think there is no God, or we may be religiously devout. We may think we are degenerate and contemptible, or virtuous and exemplary. We may think, No, not me, or Yes, me, but not them. We may be white, black, red, brown, or yellow, old or young, male or female, wealthy or destitute. We may be a felon, an addict lying in the gutter, or the Dalai Lama. Whatever our choices or experiences may have been matters not. Our soul’s Light will be neither quenched nor dimmed. It ever radiates at our center, purely, clearly, and brilliantly.

My heart has always resonated with the ancient Sanskrit term namaste, a term of both greeting and farewell meaning the divine within me is one with the divine within you.

And so as we begin our journey together, namaste, beloved souls, namaste.

In reflecting on my journey, I find little of it followed any plan I had, and being me, I of course always had a plan. My path zigged far from what I’d thought was its course and zagged in directions I’d not known existed, until I suddenly found myself in new, unexplored territory. On familiar terrain, confident I knew the way, I came upon an unexpected curve, and when rounding it, all that I’d thought to be true fell away, changing forever the terrain of my life. At times I trod the path unthinkingly until jolted out of my mindless reverie by a searchlight seeking the deepest recesses of my soul. And at times I became caught up in the tiny bits of grit and minutiae under my feet until called to raise my eyes—to then find the universe revealing parts of itself, stunning in their beauty.

Within these pages, I share with you this journey and the ways God illumined the path—ways at times that were astonishing, at times infuriating, and at times heartbreakingly touching in its sweet tenderness—and the larger understandings received from this guidance.

Yet I sense that this book speaks of far more than one soul’s pilgrimage. I sense that, in essence, it speaks of the universal journey of the soul—a journey that through all our wanderings and ramblings, stumblings, bumblings, and soarings, ultimately moves us beyond our misconceptions of littleness and separateness to a profound knowing of our sacred Oneness.

Roots

I find deeper meaning in a book when I have some understanding of what factors shaped the author. Who I am is rooted in the family I was born into in this lifetime. My thoughts and philosophy have been shaped by my family and are affected by my responses to them and my reflections about them. So that you may better know with whom you are beginning this journey, I offer you a flavor of these roots.

Hilda Hedvall, the woman who would become my mother, impetuous and headstrong at nineteen years of age, fell passionately in love with Joseph Melker, a field hand on her family’s Nebraska ranch, a tall, kind man with startlingly beautiful blue eyes. Her father observed his eldest daughter’s increasing involvement and, with assurance born of years of unquestioned authority, ordered her to stay away from this man. Her response? She told her sister Edna to meet her in the field under the oak tree after she finished work for the day with her very best clothes. Promptly at five o’clock, heart beating so hard it frightened her, Edna ran out to the field, Hilda’s clothes tucked tightly in a bag. Hilda met her there with a heartfelt hug, dropped her dusty field wear under the sheltering branches, donned her fresh clothes, and drove off the ranch with Joe to embark on life together till death do us part.

A year later, after a warm September Sunday afternoon fishing and picnicking on a sun-splashed creek bank, she and Joe were home snuggled in bed when a sudden wind came up, as if a storm might be brewing. Recalling they’d left their new car with the top down in the driveway, Joe got up to put it in the garage. While Hilda lay waiting for his return, lightning streaked through the house, stunning her. As her mind began to clear, she realized Joe hadn’t returned. Still dazed, she went out to look for him—and stumbled over him, face down on the front steps, dead, a perfect star burned into his back.

She stumbled over him—face down on the front steps, dead, a perfect star burned into his back.

She was twenty years old and eight months pregnant.

After their baby, Harriette, was born and while struggling to build a life for the two of them, Hilda enrolled at the University of Nebraska and found work as a maid for the chancellor’s family. Although her joy in life dimmed for four long years, it began reawakening on a campus sidewalk one blossom-filled April morning while chatting with her friend Louella, who was waiting for her brother Raymond to take her home for the weekend. When he arrived, as Hilda looked into his eyes during their introductions, she sensed she saw his soul—and knew they were destined to be together.

When her friend returned to campus, Hilda asked Louella more about her brother. Louella mentioned that Raymond planned to attend the social at the country school where she taught. At these socials, men bid on the pie of their choice, and the highest bidder then ate it with the baker of the pie. Hilda asked what Raymond’s favorite pie might be.

Laughing, Louella answered, Raisin cream. Hilda spent an entire afternoon concocting the perfect raisin cream pie. Raymond bid until all others stopped bidding. They ate the pie together—and married a year later.

Raymond took little five-year-old Harriette around to all the neighbors to introduce his new daughter. When twins Daryl and Dayle were born a couple of years later and he delightedly took them around to all the neighbors to introduce