Today has been an interesting day. While mowing an acre of grass, taking a hoe to the vegetable garden, and enjoying a three-mile walk with Sophia, I’ve been pondering life, this appearance of duality that is physically dubious and yet remarkably, manifests shamelessly as the material world. It is the veritable impossible dream. I’ve been …
Monthly Archives: June 2024
Life’s Little Secret
I can pretty much guarantee that few will be interested in this little secret, because it is the rather large lie, the frustrating fallacy, the charlatan concept that is ardently guarded by riveting, nearly unconscious resistance. I used to encounter that same thing when I’d write about death. That little idea doesn’t seem to be …
Look for the Consummate Swordsman Who’ll Take Your Head
If you add to your experience (which life is always doing for you) the appearance of the manifested world can’t help but change. It’s being created with every breath, every constriction of fear or expansion of your ability to love, to be love. It changes with each tweak of the field, each data point of …
Waving Your Bubble Wand
Are you any less present when what you are present to is anger or hate? Granted, it feels crappy, but Is presence itself any less present when your skies are filled with intense black clouds? Can you not be present? Is that even possible? Wherever you go, there you are. You can’t get away from …
To Prepare the Way
I’ve been contemplating the way forward, where to most effectively place our time and talent, our energy and focus, the treasures of this lifetime, as the template of fear continues to play out, as it ramps up in its chaotic resistance to the natural unfolding of awakening, be it awakened ones and twos, thousands, or …
Windows to the Soul
That woman, the one who’s not crying, the daughter of your friend who just died, you never really know the story, the reasons why, not even the reason behind the reasons, her life’s story that blocks her tears, the hurt that’s bottled up so tight she mustn’t let it out, the pain that must be …
Wildly Crazy
This world is wildly crazy, duplicitous it seems as well. Even when you are compassionate and caring, empathic, feeling the hurts and wounds of others, sometimes tending to your own tender heart means adding pain to another’s. I think that is why empaths stay so long in harmful relationships, or at least why I did. …
Amaya Gayle 