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Natural man is haunted when exposed to the hidden Presence, which
he sees as alien to his natural self. When the Presence begins to
lift its head within him, therefore,
the natural heart and mind struggle
to
comprehend what is going on. Like dust arising from a pivot point upon
dry ground, the dilemmas raised by the Indwelling cannot be resolved by
willful efforts of the heart
and mind; for the new garment has threads with specific measurements
that must be braided together by
the skill of the Father's hands.
The root (heart) and the essence
(mind) of a man's natural intelligence
struggle together with concerns that seem imperative to the moment,
but mortal man is the seed of Elohim; and his immortal intelligence operates on scales far beyond what is revealed
in the confines of every-day thought. The path to
 full restoration of man's
immortal
measurement of this greater intelligence requires great humility, and the
impoverishment of the natural spirit is a vital first step. Man will
find joy in his sorrow as the tears dry from his eyes.
King Solomon
asked who could measure "the spirit of Man that goes upward, and the spirit of the beast that goes downward to the earth."
Well, from both Hebrew and Greek scriptures, the words most commonly
translated as "spirit" are more properly rendered as "breath."
The movements of
human spirit in the King James version of the
Ecclesiastes parable, then, are likened to the inhale (the
downward trajectory of untainted air) and the exhale (the upward
trajectory of spent breath).
Air is the substance of the second
heaven, and when we breathe it in, it lifts us up, renews us.
However, the inhale makes us debtors to the atmosphere, and we have no
choice but to repay heaven with our exhales, which carry
the savor--the scent--of who we are and what we've been up to. We
breathe our transactions between heaven
and earth.
The exchange of the contrary winds of natural breath and divine
breath correspond to
the interplay of the two laws that drive the whirlwind of which Paul
wrote in Romans 7. Like all beasts of Earth, we inhale the Breath of Life,
and we exhale the savor of the utilization of the breath we draw, whether unto
life or unto death. Caught up by the whirlwind, the tainted residue of
our essence travels skyward with the exhale, where it merges with fresh
air and is cleansed of toxicity. Again made ready to be drawn downward again, toward the ground, where it
gives report of
the weight of its savor in celestial realms, that it might
arise, once again,
to the gates of paradise and the throne of Father
hy. We are reborn with every breath.
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