I am captivated by the term ‘childhood’ traumas. It’s as if we think they are locked into a place in time and don’t infect impact encamp and inbreed with this moment, affecting the beliefs we hold, acting on the ways we respond, impeding our ability to love, increasing our willingness to hate. They are always …
Tag Archives: Consciousness
Door Number One or Door Number Two?
There are some things we simply know, even though we squirm a bit putting that knowing into words. It feels more accurate to say what it isn’t but even that is filled with potholes … deep potholes, lose your car in them, deep. It seems to me that reality is so much more than …
You Don’t Want This
You don’t want this, and when it finds you anyway, you won’t have needed me, or anyone, to show you how to get it. You say you want IT, but you don’t. You want a better life, a sweeter deal, not this. No one in their right mind wants this. It’s beautifully simple, and minds …
Every Moment is the Rabbit Hole
Most mornings, Sophia and I go down the rabbit hole, no, really. That’s what one of the trails at Whipple Creek is called. Whipple is our favorite of many great walks here in Southern Washington. The great news is that it’s less than two miles from my front door. What a treat! Every time …
Walking Away: Leaving the Guru Behind
Many years ago, when I knew I needed to walk away from a teacher, I struggled. To leave would mean leaving my community behind and that broke my heart. My inner knowing was strong and persistent as hell, so I knew I couldn’t stay. I didn’t truly know why I had to leave; I just …
Embracing Vulnerability: Unraveling the Stories, Revealing the Hidden Self
If I point the way and you follow it step for step, it can never be your own. I think that’s why people tend to struggle, sputter and fizzle out following so many prescribed teachings, including the teachings of the masters. Stories always tell us about the past. They’re echoes, retellings of how life was …
Authentic Love: Lessons from Jesus’ Teachings
I recently wrote about loving as Jesus did. It sounds yummy but it has a hitch in its get-along. You see, Jesus didn’t just love the easy ones, the ones who followed him, who thought like he did. He loved the tax collectors, the prostitutes, the Samaritans, the lepers, and he even loved those who …
How Far Down the Rabbit Hole Can You Go?
Years back, it must have been shortly after Ken died, I was meditating and had an epiphany. It was like Kenny stopped by to tap me on the shoulder, give me a smile, and let me know how truly laughable I was. I felt him winking at me and got the gist of his message …
Unconditional
I love unconditionally, even if you think I do not. It matters not if the love I am is returned, whether it is handed back wrapped inside conditions, ignored, denied or wholly misunderstood. I love regardless of how foolish it makes me look, or what another may think of me. I am love and love …
Out Here Where There Are No Rules
what are you willing to trust in to rest in with absolute certainty it’s a big step to stick your neck out to risk failure to hazard the break-up the chance of endangering the fantasy but you can’t know if it’s real or not until you begin falling it’s the reason most of us are …
The Myth of a Vengeful God
This is a bit of a long, playfully snarky satirical piece. I had no idea where this one was going until I was done. If you are easily offended, happy with your Bible stories, and your version of forgiveness, you might want to skip this one. What must it be like to believe in a …
The Mind Trap
Today has been an interesting day. While mowing an acre of grass, taking a hoe to the vegetable garden, and enjoying a three-mile walk with Sophia, I’ve been pondering life, this appearance of duality that is physically dubious and yet remarkably, manifests shamelessly as the material world. It is the veritable impossible dream. I’ve been …
Life’s Little Secret
I can pretty much guarantee that few will be interested in this little secret, because it is the rather large lie, the frustrating fallacy, the charlatan concept that is ardently guarded by riveting, nearly unconscious resistance. I used to encounter that same thing when I’d write about death. That little idea doesn’t seem to be …
Look for the Consummate Swordsman Who’ll Take Your Head
If you add to your experience (which life is always doing for you) the appearance of the manifested world can’t help but change. It’s being created with every breath, every constriction of fear or expansion of your ability to love, to be love. It changes with each tweak of the field, each data point of …
Waving Your Bubble Wand
Are you any less present when what you are present to is anger or hate? Granted, it feels crappy, but Is presence itself any less present when your skies are filled with intense black clouds? Can you not be present? Is that even possible? Wherever you go, there you are. You can’t get away from …
Amaya Gayle 