Remembrance

It does seem like humanity is waking up from the trance. At least, at times it does. 2020 has been a painful timeout for our world. Sometimes it feels like the trance is deeper, thicker, stickier. These are rugged times, not for wimps for sure. They are without doubt honing us in ways unimaginable, taking us into ourselves, forcing us to look at all that in our substantial expertise we have hidden within.

It would be easy to look at the openings into self discovery that are taking place and dismiss the severity of the times. Massive numbers of people have died and are dying. Families are suffering. Many are experiencing deprivation, depression, and homelessness. Suicides are skyrocketing. It is personal. This is happening to our loved ones and we are unable to stop it.

I wish I could say that the worst is over. For some it may well be. For many it is not. As long as one person suffers it is not over for any of us.

While the world scrambles in search of solutions to the many alligators snapping at our toes, counting on technology, politics, organizations set in the stone of the past to show us the way out of the darkness, know that for what it is: the dead and dying’s attempt to resurrect itself from its own ashes.

Only a resurrection of the Christ light within (so not the property of one man), a recognition of what Buddha called True Nature, the spin of the Sufi wrapped in God Alone, will remedy our world.

The way out of the matrix can only be found through remembrance and the torch of truth burns brilliantly within the hearts of its creators — each and every one of us.

We have not been duped. There is no cabal to bring down. We were never the victims of anything but our own ignorance. Born into an ignorant world it is only natural to be ignorant, to not even suspect its possibility. Even so, many are seeing through the matrix, are remembering the guiding light within and stepping forward into their infinite eternal inheritance.

This is precious news. There is nothing to overcome or overthrow. All that is required is to stop, dead stop, to end the war within. The war ends when resistance stops. Resistance is the separate self — the one who desires and fears, the little know nothing, made of nothing but resistance troublemaker. When that ends, true aliveness, that which has always been and will always be, shines forth.

Happy New Year! May 2021 see the remembrance of our true humanity! Hu (God) — man.

I am That. And so are you.

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