The Number 13!

Today is Friday the 13th.
Some thoughts on Tristadecaphobia.

The fear of the number thirteen.

The superstition is ancient; it may have been enhanced during the time of Christ. There were 13 people at the last supper before Christ was betrayed. Also, it is believed the crucifixion took place on a Friday, so the combination of the number and the day became a bad omen.

In American history, however, the number thirteen is esoterically prominent.

Take out a dollar bill. Look at the back side. In the two circles, you will find both the front and reverse sides of the great seal of the United States.

Look at the eagle. In the left talon, he holds 13 arrows. In the right talon, an olive branch. On it, 13 leaves and 13 berries. The ribbon in the eagle’s beak contains the Latin phrase ” E Pluribus Enum.” Count the letters. Thirteen.

The other side of the seal shows an unfinished pyramid. Count the steps. Thirteen. The inscription “Annuit Coeptis” also contains thirteen letters.

Perhaps thirteen is not unlucky by its nature. Maybe it responds to the energy we give it. Like so many things, our response to something or someone is directly related to the quality of our input.

Being positive or negative is a choice.

The cave: appreciation and lesson

The worried world is breathing a sigh of relief this morning. All twelve boys and their soccer coach have been rescued from a cave in Thailand.

For some it is a miracle, for others, it is a testimony to the will, the expertise, the sacrifice of many who used skill, cooperation, and bravery to save thirteen lives.

If at any point during the reporting of this story you hoped, or you prayed they all would get out safely, then this morning you and I owe a moment of gratitude to the Source that moves through us as us.

It is now our responsibility to parse the lesson.

Common Sense

The basic foundation of wisdom is called “common sense.”

I find “common sense” in a garden of flowers. The colors, the forms, the strengths, and the frailties remind me of our human family as individually and collectively we strive to survive. Flowers see their oneness as a bouquet. Humans, in our pursuit of having more, miss the elegance of self and the other.

I find “common sense” in the winds of the earth as they push and pull, puff and punish in their desultory paths around the globe. The sea has it tides. The wind has its waves. Each can help humankind in our need for energy if we embrace them. In each the service and beauty of nature abounds.

I find “common sense” in a patch of deep forest for it reminds me of the mystery in understanding life and death; in growth and decay and in being young or in growing old with dignity.

I find “common sense” in the rain for it cleanses flora and fauna, sustains growth, and provides the sustenance of life. Without water nothing can live, yet we ignore its value, pollute its source, and waste a resource.

I believe “common sense” is an innate gift from The All That Is. Everyone has it, but so few claim it as their own modality.

Thoughts from the norm.

The Age of Light

© 2012 Rolland G. Smith

I am the now among the light,

But daily play in planet’s night

Where souls oft gasp a wonder’s breath

When learning light is never death.


But we all dwell in moment’s time

For matter needs its finite rhyme,

Yet when we shed our form and thought

The mind can never be distraught.


There is a balance ‘tween the two

In order for the spirit true

To keep the Logos and the soul

From being separate from the whole.


How does that fit with dogma’s trick

Where many souls now see as slick?

It doesn’t fit so do not try;

A freeing mind lets spirit fly.


Not all the words of old are wrong

But light creates a different song.

Old tunes have truth as new ones do

But only one brings what is new.


Aquarius we call this age

Where knowing beings set the stage

For all of us to be the play

In lighted garments all array.