What does it mean to not mind what happens? We humans have so many stories about it. Does it mean that we think pain and suffering are just fine, or that folks that hurt children aren’t doing something bad? Does it mean that we’re okay with poverty and war, with human trafficking, rapists and murderers? …
Category Archives: knowing
Free to Be
There are 8 billion (and counting) paths to travel in this world. Is that delightful to your way of seeing things, slightly intimidating, or simply wrong, wrong, wrong? There was a time when I might have found myself in the last category, when my way, the way I was raised to be, the way that …
Is Your World View Your Self View?
I’ve been looking at Adyashanti’s statement, “World views are self views, literally,” and following it down the rabbit hole. I remember years ago parroting the New Age belief that if someone sees something in another it actually resides within them … seeing another’s hate is seeing my self-hate; another’s perceived guilt is my own … …
Aikido for Body, Mind & Soul
What changes people? Judgement and anger? No. Having their hearts cracked open by love? Yes. You know this already. You have been moved reduced increased by love’s epiphanies. What would happen if rather than being angry at those who cause harm, we sat down and held them in our hearts and filled them with love. …
Ease and Grace
It is only natural to want ease and grace, to desire the indisputable revelation of right purpose and true meaning in life. Most of us feel like something is missing, and if we can just find it all will be well. That’s a pretty big draw, a reason to stay in the saddle, to tilt …
Would You Actually Choose That?
Every of us has a religion, or two 😉, it’s just that we call them by different names. The things we sanctify, the places we shine our focus upon, are our religions. It could be a God with power over heaven and earth, a way of being, or what we believe to be the right …
The Face of Love
I believed I loved. I said the words. I acted in accord. But I did not truly love. I loved the best I could, knowing not what love is. I had no idea what it means to love, to be love. I had no idea of my true estate, the true estate of life itself, …
The Unbound Symphony
To have seen through the ruse leaves one in the fascinating position of not being easily understood. Most everything said or written to one extent or another is believed to be one way or the other and not at all as it is experienced here. Seems that’s the nature of expression. It is a good …
Are You Waiting for the End of the World?
“Everyone, deep in their hearts, is waiting for the end of the world to come.” ― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 Is that true? Are we waiting, perhaps even hoping, silently, ever so silently that we don’t even let ourselves in on our little secret? Do we desperately struggle to stay alive, while hoping that our world …
Slow Down to the Speed of Love
Have you noticed? People seem to be in a big hurry, moving faster by the day. It doesn’t matter if they are going somewhere in their car, are calling to set up an appointment, or have just met someone they think could be the love of their life. There is an intense push to get …
I Do Love a Good Mystery
Does it matter? There’s nothing here appearing as everything. I have no input into what happens even though everything that happens is influenced by what I do or do not do. Each experience instantly — no more than that and less — repopulates the data field of manifestation with each new breath, each new thought, …
A Twist on Life’s Winding Road
Tensing, the body waits for the next shoe to drop. It doesn’t matter which shoe, whether it is a steel toed boot in the butt, or a six-inch heel draped in an unexpected twist on life’s winding road. We humans have no idea how tense we are, how many years of our lives we shuffle …
I’ll Own Crazy
I just read a headline: “We May Have Found the Part of the Brain Where Conscious Experience Lives.” This has been a focus of science for years, and as fun as the investigation is, it is misguided. Don’t get me wrong. I love science. I trust scientists, mostly. I enjoy reading about where their discoveries …
This Dark Beauty
The idea of death is for the living. Death has no meaning for the one no longer in form. Death is felt by the ones left behind, or it is glossed over with polite triteness, watchful escapism: It’s okay, she’s gone to a better place, he is flying with the angels, they’ve gone home to …
It Depends
It depends on how you define human. I am guessing my definition would be different from yours. In my definition, I am a messy human just like you, just like the entire population of this glorious planet … another concept I’d need to define a bit differently as well. In the dreamworld, what most call …
Amaya Gayle 