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 …

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 …

Control

Every time I write about our lack of control I can count on people reacting, and not favorably. I wouldn’t be surprised but many are friends whose posts I enjoy and with whom my experience of life feels in sync. I find it fascinating that the idea of control is a holy cow sort of …

Sleepy Time

How’s your sleep? Do you fall easily into the void at bedtime? Do you lay your head on the pillow and go out like a light? Can you enter into the Now so completely that nothing of this world remains? Or is it a little bit tougher for you? My body hasn’t quite caught up …

Experiencing

It is really simple, so simple in fact that it is entirely overlooked. Something that simple couldn’t be the answer to the seemingly unanswerable questions about reality. It’s simply not possible, but I have found it to be profoundly true. My path has always been the path of direct experience, diving into anything that I …

Row, Row, Row Your Boat

Row, row, row your boat,gently down the stream,merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,life is but a dream. The children’s song was attributed to Eliphalet Oram Lyte long, long ago, back in 1881. Do you suppose he actually knew the truth of that which he wrote? How many times did I hear that song, did I sing that …

Enlightenment

Who is it but the errant one, the believer of lies who desires to see through the lies?  Who is it but the manufactured house of separation, the abode of misinformation who desires freedom from the separation? Who is it but the dream character dreaming the maze, mesmerized by the labyrinth and sleep walking through …

Of Sound Mind

“Being of sound mind there is nothing left to do. Life is what it is; I am what I am, so I revel in the now.” Looking for a cause in the causeless! Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive – to deceive myself that is! What a hoot! …

The Holy Grail

I love that point when amblings and ramblings are seen through, are seen as the penultimate in futility. It hails the crescendo of life’s symphony, the orgasm of orgasms that rebirths and reseats us as what we were before the first ‘me’ thought, our authentic Self. Life is so difficult. It offers joy and happiness …

The Uncertainty Factor

The uncertainty factor explains so much about these times we are living through. Those of us who have made our lives into a quest for freedom realized long ago that relocating our lives in uncertainty was a requirement. Any time we slipped back into knowing we felt a swift kick in the ass saying, “Hey, …

Free Will

It’s been a fascinating last 16 months. Each health set back has taken me deeper and deeper into surrender. The last three months have been amazingly intense and nearly beyond words, but you know me, I’ll still make a valiant attempt What have I learned? Surrender is nothing I do; an ‘I’ can’t do it. …

No Escaping This!

Years ago a teacher said that many would not make the shift. That sounded too much like Christian rapture theology to me so I closed my ears. Surely no one would be left behind. How could a loving God leave any of Itself behind? Wouldn’t that be impossible? Years later I was given the vision …

YES

“I did not come to teach you. I came to love you.” I saw this on a meme today and it stopped me in my tracks. What if instead of lesson after lesson, so many hard earned and painful, This That Is is simply loving us and it is only our resistance to love that …

Life Lessons

Over the past months I have learned these lessons the hard way, or what I’d term hard if I didn’t know there is no hard or easy, rather just the way life is expressing itself now. Life has a way of fine-tuning us, of not allowing old patterns any space to thrive. Eventually all that …