Perhaps This Is Why

I cannot touch you and yet here in this 3D simulation, the dream in Godmind, I encounter gloriously touching experiences. Perhaps, that is why we incarnate, to savor the sensation of touch, to feel a fuzzy peach, to stroke a bearded face, to glory at all the wonders of this world and marvel at these …

The Ledge

If I could share how to be happy in the most simple terms what words would I use? Happiness, that’s really what we all want regardless of the forms we think it takes. The drive is always the search for happiness, not gleeful off the charts, unnatural happiness but gentle peaceful contentment and joy. The …

Grace

Do you tend to think of grace as something wonderful, a bit of unexpected goodwill, an unearned moment of heaven on earth? I used to see grace that way. It’s a beautiful way to see it, quite natural, built right into our culture’s ethos. It’s also the view from separation, something unexplainable outside of me …

The Garden

i is the body of God, the body of the great I Am. Everything that can be perceived is the invisible made visible, the body of God. There is nothing in the perceived world that is not the body of God, made of God, because God — Consciousness — is all there is. Life in …

Absolutely Anything

Honestly, I don’t care if we are evolving past the third dimension. I’m not even concerned if Rome burns. I can’t buy into the fear or the hope for a brand new world, one that we’ll like better even if it is all about love. Sounds a little like a new age version of the …

You KNOW What You Are!

It’s not gonna work. No matter what you do, regardless of how rigorously you train your mind, it will never give you what you seek. Can you see that all your doing has an agenda? Are you willing to grasp that everything you are trying to control is actually brilliantly showing you something infinitely incredible? …

Trash Talk

I’m done trash talking this little body of mine. Love myself does include loving my body. Can’t get around it. I’ve left it behind, squirmed when I walked by the mirror naked, heck clothed for that matter, and totally ignored it when I could. No wonder it’s hurting. When I was a child my dad …

What’s the Point?

What’s the point? Enlightenment, awakening seem to be the rage, ideas of them anyway. But really, what’s the point? Does it matter if we simply live our lives as normal everyday humans or go on the grand quest for enlightenment? Is one better than the other? In order for there to be a better choice …

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’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 …