If we will allow the Divine, it's just busting to use us for Her/His/Its holy purpose, like a river bed yearning for a rainfall or a pollen laden flower, tingling in anticipation of a bee. The Beloved made each of us a unique vessel, designed to perfection to carry and share Love and Divine Inspiration in our own unique ways. In this more than willing vessel known as “Jay Roma Lamb” poems are one of the ways this takes place, as well as sculpture and painting, playing music and doing haircuts.

Through many years of spiritual and meditative practice the avenues allowing the Flow of creative expression have opened and widened. This is very pleasing to me. Not only does it offer a great deal of pleasure but also the opportunity to share it’s fruits with you, which increases it even more. Writing these poems has been a beautiful (even if sometimes very challenging) experience . Sharing them with you makes it an even more beautiful experience. Thank you for being the next place Love can enjoy Itself.

The Gifts of Adversity

The poems in the last three books have come to me as gifts to give to you. I have recently been guided to share with you their precarious journey into this world.

Throughout my adult life I have engaged in various spiritual practices from various schools of thought and been focused with diligence on my spiritual path. Because the primary elements of the spiritual path are awareness and surrender I have had much practice in this regard and my ability to turn over difficult situations to Creative Intelligence has deepened significantly. Each time a powerful challenge would arrive in my life I learned at a more profound level how to use it to my benefit and spiritual evolution.

Among the many teachers I have encountered, one of the most profound has been Dr. David Hawkins, author of several books including Power versus Force. Much of his teaching surrounds learning how to open to whatever energies we are being presented with and transmuting them into the energies of Love and wisdom.

Another of my teachers was a Chi Gong master from Shanghai with who I studied for 20 years. His teachings worked very well in conjunction with what I had been learning from Dr. Hawkins and deepened my ability to surrender resistance to whatever I was encountering in my life.

More and more I became aware that most of our discomforts stem from resistance due to the social programming we had been taught at a young age. That programming has us believing that the best way to protect ourselves is to set up walls and resist whatever we encounter we perceive to be dangerous. Through direct experience I discovered that this strategy is very often very counterproductive, the resistance we consciously or unconsciously create in reaction to fearful experiences causes far more discomfort and damage than the experience itself.

Learning to become aware of the resistance and surrender it to a higher Source allowed me to experience life more directly, to experience each situation as it actually was, rather than the version I had unknowingly fabricated. I found Reality to be a much kinder and far more workable than the “reality” I had been creating. In some of the most dire circumstances I found solace and peace, allowing me to approach the next challenge with greater understanding, faith and confidence.

One such situation was when I had accidentally cut the end of my thumb off while working in my art studio. The piece that had been cut off was still hanging on by a few layers of skin and I drove myself to the emergency room where are they handed me some gauze and told me to sit in the waiting room. For 5 hours I sat there, my thumb wrapped in gauze, waiting for a doctor. Because of my understanding of the energetic nature of both pain and resistance it was quite natural for me to use the techniques I had learned in order to more comfortably deal with the situation and assist my body in healing. For most of the night I went into a deep state of surrender, which not only alleviated the pain but also seemed like a much more enjoyable way of spending the time, rather than reading worn out magazines and watching people around me wait endlessly to be assisted. Every so often I would come out of the meditation because I was afraid of losing my turn in line and didn't want them to forget about me. I noticed that when I came back out to normal consciousness there was a smile on my face and I thought later of how odd that must have looked to others in the room. Eventually I got to see a doctor and the thumb was repaired. He gave me some painkillers but because of my understanding of how to deal with the energies of pain I had no need to take them.

Another situation of similarity was when a molar at the back of my jaw became impacted and was in need of removal. It was a rather messy surgery because of the position of the molar and the dentist had given me a significant amount of freezing. After the procedure the dentist put his hand on my shoulder and said in a somewhat consoling voice, “I'm afraid the next week of your life isn't going to be much fun”. He then handed me a bottle of strong painkillers and I walked out. At no time did I require the painkillers. It's not as though I spent the next week of my life in meditation, I went about my daily activities, somewhat weary but more or less functional. It didn't cross my mind to wonder why I wasn't in pain until much later on when I surmised that there must have been some sort of Divine assistance occurring. All that really mattered to me was that I wasn't in any significant pain. These experiences, as well as others, intrigued me and led to further deepening of my investigations within.

During the time of the Covid pandemic I became extremely ill, not with Covid, but with some other equally uncomfortable disease. Along with some other rather disturbing circumstances arising at the time, I found myself in what you might call a karmic train wreck. I was very sick, somewhat frightened and unable to look after myself. A call went out to my ever faithful and loving sister and her husband and she came to look after me. I was not bedridden but had very little energy and had no ability to sleep or eat much. The days were spent in a sort of weary delirium, doing my best to not succumb to the fears and doing whatever I could to not fall deeper into the muck. The nights were spent in various states of consciousness, of which sleep was a small part. I would wake up, lay in bed sweating for a while, perhaps get up and wander around a bit, then return to bed, hoping to sleep.

A couple of weeks into the episode I began noticing that when I woke up in the middle of the night there would be a completed poem in my mind, and having nothing else to do, I grabbed a scrap of paper and wrote it down. Soon, three or four poems came every night, complete or almost complete. I found a clipboard, filled it with paper and continued to write. Needless to say, I found this fascinating. Along with the poems, another curious phenomenon was taking place. Every time I would awaken in the night I would see, with closed eyes, filling my head, a violet blue colored light. Sometimes when I would open my eyes I would see the darkened room, other times it appeared that the room itself was filled with this light, but I had no way of telling whether the light was actually in the room or just something within me that I was looking out through. I paid close attention to what was taking place inside of me when the light was present and became aware that the energies associated with it seem to be having a healing effect. Because of my experience in working with various types of energies I knew how to surrender and open to it, allowing it more access and greater healing potential. For many weeks the poems and the violet light were a significant aspect of my experience.

Several months later I had become well enough to gather all the poems and ponder what I was to do with them. It seemed to make sense to organize them in some sort of manner and perhaps put them into books. By that time I had a collection of several hundred poems, most of them completed, some of them in need of tweaking. Interestingly, it seemed that the more my health improved, the more the poems needed tweaking. The ones I received in the beginning when I was the sickest came through the most purely and required only that I write them down. I suppose that was because when my sickness was acute enough it rendered my consciousness rather unhitched from this world and thereby open to others. Because more of me was out of the way the poems had an easier route into my brain. The poems that came later were still to me as profound and beautiful as the earlier ones, they just required a few moments of meditation in order to complete them.

The book you hold in your hands is the third. At this moment I cannot say if there will be a fourth because that is out of my hands and I have no desire to attempt to influence or control such things. The Intelligence that gave me these poems obviously has far more of an idea of what will benefit me and the world than my paltry ego ever could, and it is to this Intelligence I give my life.

I sincerely hope these poems will assist and inspire you on your spiritual journey.