And a New Religion is Born …

It’s innocent in the moment it happens but after that all bets are off. I was sitting on my black leather couch. It’s Sophie’s now. She’s claimed it. It has a hole or two, a weathered seat from all the dogs that came before. That afternoon I was meditating, listening to Rupert Spira. I liked …

… And You Dear Heart Are That

Have you glimpsed the truth of you, or at least as much of the truth as a being in form can glimpse? Are you attempting to stabilize in that grace? Does knowing you aren’t what you thought, cause a bit of a conundrum? Do you wonder, who acts? Are you confused about standing up, speaking …

Your Superpower

Feeling life isn’t what you think it is. It’s not all that bad. You fear it. Everything you do is done for the purpose of avoiding having to feel life. Yes. Your life, this life, exactly as it is with all the things you don’t want and all the things you do and can’t seem …

Up To Us

It feels like a ping-pong match. One player strikes the paddle, hitting the ball of love – love everyone; let love rule the day; wake up to what this really is. The other player lobs the ball back across the net – no, that’s not right; bypassing is harmful; this life, these bodies are real; …

Elusive Truth

Does truth exist? Seems pretty flexible. What might be true for me may seem like voo-doo to you. What feels right to a rightist feels wrong to one who isn’t. Truth, at least what passes for truth here, causes wars, splits families, causes untold damage and yet many want it, spend their lives seeking for …

The Cat’s Meow

Driving into town today I started laughing and my entire body lit up in an all-encompassing smile. I looked out upon what I have called the world and plainly saw its stunning beauty. The words, ‘form is beauty, beauty is form’ came into clear focus. Form, the world, you, me, everyone and everything, is the …

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 …

Simple or Complex?

You can never understand a truth that you’ve yet to experience. Your mind will twist any expression of truth it doesn’t understand into a concept, something digestible, based in what is known. Without a true reference point, lacking insight, experience and integration, that ‘new’ understanding will fall short and be much more complex than 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 …

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 …

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 …

Priceless

Give it an inch and it takes a mile. Life is always asking for a deeper letting go. Its ‘asks’ keep getting more and more subtle. The difference between holding on and letting go, unequivocally letting go, is nearly indistinct. My body reacts, holds on when the many PVCs fire off. Since I’ve a bit …

Looking For God

Life as a separate self is a shadow’s thread of reality, and yet we cling to it, desperate to continue what we believe to be life. It seems we fear death but we do not. We fear the truth, our true nature, what we sense as nothing, not understanding that nothing is actually no thing. …

Life Itself!

Identity is a sneaky rascal. ‘I am not’ can become one as easily as mother, feminist, father, actor, actress. It seems to be a last ditch effort of the character to ensure the movie’s not cancelled, to set a hook in the ephemeral screen, in video gameland. What is it that is desired so primally, …

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 …