Holy Fractalgraphic!

What if we aren’t matter at all but a projection, a holy fractal graphic hologram, projected through held crystalline beliefs. Some we come in with — life karma. Some are collective. Some are deeply hidden, entombed within the psyche … and some are hiding in plain sight, out in the open, sitting on the landscape …

The Holy Human Hat Trick

Oh the holy human, ordinarily divine conundrum, the paradox of paradoxes! Minds want it neat and clean, one or the other. Look around. Is there anything in this wonderful crazy messy distressing world that’s neat and clean? Isn’t it all one great big paradox?  We love it and we hate it – we want desperately …

… 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 …

The Burning Bush

Is it enough to simply love, to love simply? Can we stop right here and let love work its magic without our interference … and what is interference but opinion preference judgment — the right-eousness of separation, the shaping of reality into a form other than love. That’s life as most know it — layers …

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; …

As You Are

To be fully you, do you need self-acceptance? Seems logical, doesn’t it? After all, how could you be fully you while wanting to be someone or something else: taller, shorter, thinner, more muscular or richer, smarter, loved by the right one or any of the other things we humans want? That’s how the story goes …

Let’s Talk About Love

Let’s talk about love. Love may just be one of the most misunderstood words ever. What passes for love, is misunderstood, underestimated, personalized, reified, compartmentalized and often exploited. Love for most, is transactional. If you give me what I want and need, I will love you. If you don’t, I won’t. It’s a love that …

Through the Fog

It’s foggy here in the Northwest today. What a great analogy for life — fog that is. We see through a fog of beliefs, wading deeper into the fog bank with every, ‘yes, that’s it!’ we take in. Once we accustom ourselves to thriving on the merciless fog, it is nearly impossible to stop, to …

Anarchy!

Sugar and spice and all things that are nice, that’s what little girls are made of. Snakes and snails and puppy dog tails, that’s what little boys are made of … or so said the poems from the early 1800s. Thank goodness we see more clearly now … or do we? What are you really …

When They Said …

When they said, “See people for who they really are,” I thought they meant to see the inner light, the godSelf, the spark that remains even when it’s nearly extinguished, to join with that, to be in union, communion with the truth of them. I didn’t realize true teachers, those who really knew, meant something …

Zilch Nada Nil

This heart of mine, wish I was talking metaphorically but I’m not, is acting up again. It nearly knocked me to the ground yesterday … and I was sitting in my comfy chair reading. It’s probably not deadly. Odds are the defibrillator in my chest will stop its wild antics before lack of blood causes …

Knowing

I marvel at the fact that I think I know anything, that anyone does. It’s a wonder that fills our days and nights, although it’s called something else at 3am when it’s rattling through your mind, keeping you from sleep. Isn’t life a compilation of pixels, a photo mosaic of bits of knowing, strung together …

Zero

I have zero control. I know you want me to say that’s just not true but what can I say, I cannot lie to make you feel better or to make myself feel better. I don’t work that way. Sometimes it would be nice if I could. Darn it all! It is what it is. …

The Face of God

When I see you, it is the face of God I perceive. Touching you, it is the body of God I feel. In truth there is no me, no you, there is only God appearing as all things, all experiences, appearances arising and falling in Godmind. All perceptions hold within them this mystery, not a …

The Stuffing Inside

It doesn’t sound so easy to stop and ‘be you’ when all you want is a different you, a different experience than the one that has you in its crosshairs. Honestly, and said without even the tiniest bit of judgment, it may not be possible to quit running, to stop listening to the chatter inside …