At the center of the cross lies the Sweet Spot, the intersection of our messy humanness and our Divine Nature. It is alive, teeming with sacred potential in a constant state of fulfillment-ing. It is the portal of eternal genesis, the fountain birthing and re-birthing each form, from quark to Universe, into timeless crystalline existence. It is the dance, the pristine play of movement, the symphony of celestial change. It is the sweet, harmony of beautiful perfection. At the center is the Whole of This we are, this that in our mistaken identity we strive to get home to, not realizing there is no where to get to, no one to get to it.

The horizontal axis of the cross is humanity. The vertical is Divinity. We tend to play on the horizontal axis, sliding left and right of center, reliving the past, rewriting and re-patterning the next breath as it takes form into a replica of what has come before. We do all we can, angling for a different future, attempting to learn enough, work hard enough, be good enough to change what we see headed straight towards us. We slide back and forth on the axis rather than remaining nailed to the center, nailed to the cross like Jesus. Settling for Now is simply too painful.

Your movement away from center is a little like a rat in an exit-less maze. Were it not so heartbreaking, it would be fascinating to watch. That which is your supply, which is your health, your harmony and homecoming is right Here at the Center, here within. It is Here. It is Now but in the rushing about from dead-end to dead-end we fail to notice the teeming God-head, the solution for all ills, right within us, Here at the Center.

If you can, please stop. Quit trying to change, to fix, to make your life better, to heal your ills, your woes. Just stop. Simply retire from the rat race. Retire your belief that God needs your assistance to do His work, that somehow you can make God more powerful, can refocus God in your favor. Stop. This is the definition of futility. Can you see that yet? If you can, stop. If not, that’s okay, you will. There is no way in which you lose, even if to all appearances, you do. That is impossible, for you are This.

Right now I will simply tuck an open invitation into your pocket. Inside it, I printed the words, “Come to the Center, the Center that you are and have always been. Breathe deeply and relax wholeheartedly into This.”

To Be, to walk nakedly into this moment, to feel the intensity and immensity of your experience, to authentically be you in all your messy humanness, brings you to the Center, to the Spring of Immortality. To live this exactly as it is, is all that is asked. It is the reason you have taken human form, this and nothing more—to live as the Sweet Spot through which God pours Light.