You can never understand a truth that you’ve yet to experience. Your mind will twist any expression of truth it doesn’t understand into a concept, something digestible, based in what is known. Without a true reference point, lacking insight, experience and integration, that ‘new’ understanding will fall short and be much more complex than the …
Monthly Archives: June 2021
Center Stage
The idea that I am not, God Alone Is, used to leave me both free and a bit depressed. The depressed mind, that snippet of mind that still clung to individuality, realized that while it was good news and let me off the hook entirely, also interpreted that to mean I would dissolve into the …
The Gate
What is the sound of a tree falling without the ear to hear it, or at least a mechanical ear, a sound recorder? What is the sparkle of starlight without an eye to perceive it? Does one exist without the other? They are intimately woven together. The idea of one without the other is a …
No Past, No Future
There is no past. There is no future. These aren’t just words. They don’t point to something at a mysterious or quantum level. They are much more valuable than nearly all words in any language but you need to go deeper than a mental understanding to grok what they offer. You have to go into …
Broken
I am broken. Profoundly broken. Humpty Dumpty broken. Having seen through the veils of separation, rather than a life of bliss, I find my inherent brokenness — that which I ran from, that which pushed me into self sacrifice and sucked out all that I was — still here, the same but different. I taste …
I Exist
I am. That is undeniable and yet it felt in the beginning like I am not. The I that is not, that seemed to have disappeared, is what many call an ego. It is not gone, non-existent, rather is it filling its intended role instead of wreaking havoc, creating veils, pushing itself to fix, change …
I’m Sorry
Love means never having to say you’re sorry.” Do you remember that quote? Does understanding the perfection of our experiences, that everything happens as it does and that we learn and grow from it as we can in the moment, mean that we forgo the shared connection, that we overlook the cry of pain? Even …
Real or Not Real?
I cannot do. I cannot not do. Amaya does what she does. She fascinates me. She has no control over what she does or doesn’t do. She isn’t doing her life — This Is. Amaya is the illusion of a somebody. This illusion allows for the playing of the game: no gamepiece, no movement around …
WHO ARE YOU? Who cares? Who are you anyway? Thoughts don’t think. Emotions don’t feel. Sensations don’t hurt, don’t heal. Who hurts?Who suffers?Who believes anything? Isn’t it simply another thought that says, I thought that? Isn’t it just one more thought that takes an emotion and makes it into something other than a passing fancy …
Amaya Gayle 