Psalm 23, to me, is an example of inspired spiritual writing that speaks from beyond the physical earth plane of existence and reminds us of our root source.
On the surface, the Psalm is about a human being praying to a separate God somewhere in the distance. However, I hear it as the essential insight that we are fundamental expressions of the Divine and, thus, supercede any earthly occurrence – such as “enemies,” or forces opposing our physical survival.
We lack nothing when viewing our lives from the perspective of the whole.
From King James version…
1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
I have completely surrendered my life to the Divine. Now, I lack nothing and feel complete.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
It is the Divine living me, and not the other way around. The Divine will guides my every thought, word, and action. I have surrendered to this completely and feel uninterrupted peace (peace is itself a higher-plane template). I rest beyond the turbulent waters of the lower planes.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
By surrendering to the Divine completely, I am restored to correctly seeing my physical life as Divine expression in all its forms.
The name of the Divine is unspoken because we cannot speak it – it does not exist here and has only approximations on our plane. This name, or “word,” is the essence of creation.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Physical life inevitably ends in death. I do not fear death because I know death does not really separate me from my source. Evil is only perceived separation from the perspective of my physical existence, but I have since shifted my perspective.
True comfort is the Divine root I feel supporting my very being, moved by the Divine as It lives.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Amidst all the ups and downs of life, I am an expression of love and enjoy this feeling. I celebrate life, no matter how dire my situation may appear here.
The initial reminder, enlightenment to the reality that we are Divine at the root, comes in as a palpable feeling of something pouring in through the crown of the head and taking hold of the brainstem.
Ultimately, we transform into a mode of continuously shining and giving (“my cup runneth over”), while receiving everything that we are from our source. I am consciously aware of the true exchange on the higher planes of existence.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
Now that I know my true nature and feel the Divine living me, I cannot unfeel This. I can never forget again.
I will live my physical life from this vantage point with full knowledge of my true home.
Inspired writing is ultimately felt and not analyzed by the mind. Who is it, truly, that feels inspiration?