This, right here, is your life. Sinking deeply into now, here, into life as it is, liberating all hopes for it to be anything else, you are free. Freedom cannot hold out for something new, for anything better or it is not free. It imprisons itself with the surviving optimism. Have you noticed the habit, …
Category Archives: experiencing
The Essential Conversation
The Essential Conversation A: If This is all there IS, that means my will has never existed, that Its will has always been in charge. Y: Does that mean I am a puppet of This, will-less and flopping in the breeze on the stage of life? A: No. It’s worse than that … and better …
Is Thought the Problem?
What if thought isn’t the problem? What if thought doesn’t create good or bad? We’ve been conditioned to believe that thought creates our experience of the world and to carefully watch what we think. What a heavy load to carry — a cross of immense proportions. What if it doesn’t? What if the thoughts aren’t …
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 …
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 …
A Dream in GodMind
Tears are running down my cheeks. God, I love life. I read this quote, “If you could see your whole life start to finish, would you change anything?” With that simple question I dropped to my knees. There is nothing I would change, nothing I could change in this holy hologram, and knowing that, accepting …
Landslide
My friend Anrael wrote this of my last post, God and the Dark One: “There’s a shift pointed to in this writing that works it’s way through the entire system, including organs, bones, nervous system and brain functioning. A different implicit understanding of Isness inhabits the body system by system and cell by cell…gets lived …
The Meaning of Life
What are we here to learn? Or, are we here to learn anything? There seem to be as many different versions as there are people. Another way to word this is, “What is the meaning of life?” I’ve always gravitated towards to the big mysteries of life locked away just out of sight: free will …
Effort Always Fails
For years most on the spiritual path have patiently practiced according to their tradition. Practice automatically implies at least some level of effort. Effort is always directed at an object, towards something desired — peacefulness, happiness, oneness, experiences of shimmering light and love. Fascinating when you grasp that the intention of practice is to bring …
The Dance
I didn’t quite have the whole of it. Wouldn’t exactly say I was wrong, just that truth seems to be constantly expanding, or at least the understanding that is taking root here is. Isn’t that always the case with a blown open mind? How fun is that! When I wrote of the present moment I …
Playground of Experiencing
I write because I write. The urge arises and writing commences. There is no need or desire to convince, not even belief that there is something to say of importance. Rarely is there a sense of where the writing is headed, what message it will portray. The words are not accompanied by hope to change …
Amaya Gayle 