Come Fully Alive Right Now … It Is All there Is
This moment’s current best understanding … (stand by for more)
This we are is without boundaries, dimensions, edges or divisions. All attachments are to a something, a something that creates a boundary, a separation of the infinite eternality. Attachment to anything demands the sacrifice of infinite eternality as anything includes all objects, the ideas of a self, of God, the idea of This we are.
If I make you doubt the truth of your experience rather than abiding as awareness while you go deeper into your truth, I harm you. I take the Truth that is you and say, “This Truth you are … It is not enough.” That is a lie against heaven. It is the fruit of the tree of good and evil … fix this, change that, not this … this fruit is spoiled by a mind that sees through the glass darkly … and even this lie is made of nothing but This we are. There is nothing but This.
Everything Is, Nothing Isn’t.
This creates each apparent moment and seeming choices arise to live in fear or love, within the mirage of beginnings and endings or in the precious aliveness of NOW — of awareness Itself.
Fear says no to life. Love says yes … teach me.
The pains of life provide the doorway for a homecoming that is filled with peace and bliss. When I am willing to be with my life, regardless of its contents, that doorway opens. Life’s love and pain is the price of entry.
Nothing is Real but Consciousness, Awareness aware of Itself, Experience experiencing. My acceptance of or resistance to it doesn’t change the fact that I am It. Everything, even belief in this truth is my mind’s musings, a tangle of invention. See that and I am free. Miss that and I will suffer and be unfulfilled.
Fear is a teacher; step into my fear, turn 180 degrees and face it … doing so, brings me face to face with authentic direct experience. Curiosity keeps me loose and flexible enough to engage ‘what is’ regardless of the contents of the moment. Serious-ity is a signal that I am caught in the web of the mirage, defending, protecting, attempting to change and improve the mirage, submerged in my identity.
Synchronicity is more than special moments. It permeates me with every experience and interaction. Together we are synchronicity playing, teaching, unfolding.
This finite form is an instrument for This I am to experience Its own activity. Life is Its playground.
There is not two. There is only Love, only This, only Infinite Eternality… and depending on integration, varying levels of beliefs in the illusion of a power other than This.