MSIA stands for the Movement of Spiritual Inner Awareness.
MSIA is actually not really a ‘place’, except there is a place where MSIA has it’s HQ, and where people that love MSIA go.
But MSIA is not really a place.
Except if it were a place. It would be in each of our hearts. Because as corny, cheesy, and completely cliche as it sounds, the only place the Movement of Spiritual Inner Awareness happens is within each of us.
That’s why John-Roger has said “MSIA has no formal membership, dues, rules, or regulations”. The real “movement of spiritual inner awareness” takes place within each person, and the organization exists only to support people in expanding their awareness of the Soul and God.
And here is a love letter that I wrote to my Dad, and to a good friend Vonnie from Brisbane, who both helped me to find both MSIA in ‘the place’ sense, but also MSIA in the truer sense.
Having recently started on MSIA staff in LA I’ve found myself recently wondering with gratitude, awe and amazement . . . ‘How on Earth did I get here!’
So in contemplating this question, I’ve come to the realization of being blessed by some amazing people who selflessly stepped forward to be Spirit’s shining Light for me. I’d like to now thank two of these people.
In 1997 I hit rock bottom in this physical world. After my Mum’s death in 1993 I entered a steady decline into drinking, drug addiction, bulimia and I separated myself from the physical world. During my teens I was forbid to see my real Dad: Peter Penwarn by my Mum and Step Dad and we lost all contact until 1995. He wrote to my High School trying to get in touch with my brother and I, letting us know that he was leaving Australia to go and live at a place called Prana in Los Angeles. Including a large sum of money and a note I’ll never forget, this was the first contact we’d had in many years. Being the fiercely independent and headstrong personality I’d created at the time, I was glad to hear from my Dad but wasn’t able to reach out for help or to let him know that I needed him. My younger brother Stuart however was. He asked Dad to stay with us, to not go to America.
Peter Penwarn, my Dad and friend, sacrificed his dream of coming to Prana for Stuart and me. He had sold his house, and packed up his life, about to follow his long held dream of moving to Prana. He gave it up in an instant for us.
During the following few years I re-got to know my Dad and he began sharing with me the Light, the Spirit and the Movement of Spiritual Inner Awareness.
Before my Mum died I was what you could say a very powerful positive creator. I was school captain, held the highest grades at both my primary and high schools, played representative sport at the State level, and was the girl in class everyone was friends with. After Mum died I started to explore my powerful creating abilities on the negative side, until after four years of a journey from compulsive eating, to bulimia, to drinking, to self-mutilation, to marijuana, through to a serious drug addiction with speed, cocaine, and ecstasy. As I was expelled from University, evicted from my home, and the only friends I had were the ones I took drugs with at dance parties, I knew that it was at this point that I hit rock bottom.
In retrospect I know that my Dad sacrificed his dream to save my brother and me. And I know that the family and the Love that we now share is more of a reward than any of us could ask for. And I also want him to know how much I appreciate his selflessness and his ability to serve his family and be the single most brilliantly shining Light for me in this physical world.
Then there was Vonnie. Vonnie was the MSIA Rep in my State in Australia. And I’m sure Vonnie’s sitting there right now reading this NDH thinking why on Earth would Zoe be talking about me. I’m sure Vonnie would only see the way she reached out to those in our community; as simply doing her job, the way she was able to so gently and lovingly, yet so directly and honestly help us step up to the next level of our involvement in Spirit; as nothing special.
I’ll never forget Vonnie’s persistence, and her divine way of being able to open me up to the endless possibilities in Spirit. How she got me to firstly agree and then to pay in full for my first PAT in Brisbane I’ll never know. I was 20, not long on discourses and had to cut my University graduation vacation short to attend. I was really only into drinking and partying at this point, so to give up one of the great parties of my life, to go to some seminary in the bush, doing some spiritual stuff of which NOONE WOULD TELL ME ANYTHING ABOUT, God only knows.
But it was Vonnie’s service to me in assisting me to get to the 2003 Conference in Sydney that changed my life forever. I had given her my deposit for Conference, however after a series of changes to my financial situation I told her that I couldn’t go. Even though at this time I was yet to understand what the words ‘clear intention’ or ‘the Grace of God’ meant . . . Vonnie did. So with her personal assistance and support and a lot of Grace-filled financial assistance from MSIA I was able to fly to Sydney, receive my causal initiation, attend my first Conference and listen to John Morton speak for an entire day, as if it were only he and I in the room . . . and it was at that point that I first knew, first realized and first decided that I must come to the place where he lived and do whatever it was that I could to serve this amazing man and this amazing movement.
Thanks Dad. Thanks Vonnie.
And Thanks to everyone in this God-Blessed Movement of ours that steps forward to assist new Travelers into our Teachings.
I love you all.