Investigating those things we’ve tucked away

When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. – Lao Tzu

When I was growing up I was fascinated with a rather large cedar chest that sat at the foot of my parent’s bed. Whenever Mom had it open I was drawn into their room like a moth to a flame. I remember sitting on the floor as mother lovingly put things away ¾ special tablecloths, delicate sweaters, hand-made decorations, fragile souvenirs … memory makers and keepers. The smell was mesmerizing but it was the love that I noticed.  She gently tucked everything she valued beneath the lid of her big wooden chest, everything material that is. Cedar chests were called a special name by girls of her generation. They were called Hope Chests. Before young women got married they filled their chests with linens, a special dress, sometimes a baby’s christening outfit … those things they hoped and dreamed for, those things that symbolized their growth into adulthood.

During the past two weeks I have been looking into my own hope chest, but unlike my mother, I do not have a literal wooden chest in which I store the significance of my life and the dreams for my future. Besides, my generation would have needed a chest much larger ¾ cavernous and capable of expansion. I couldn’t have been satisfied with a wooden chest that fit at the foot of my bed. Everything I dreamed of wouldn’t have fit inside. Perhaps I would have been better off if it had.    

Over the past many years I have been emptying my chest of all its needs and desires, trying to find out who I am without them. While in Mexico on our year-long sailboat trip I had experienced emptiness and the immense connection to all that accompanies such a Divine encounter. With that understanding I knew there was something more to life than things, that what was important was simple and clean, loving and pure. Nothing else mattered beside Love. In the end, Love would be all that survived.  So I began purging myself of everything I believed I needed to survive. God was my help mate showing me things I hadn’t considered and assisting me to strip away everything that wasn’t His Love. All that happened ­¾ Ken’s illness, money concerns, family issues, the success of others … everything ­¾ had to be cleared out of the chest. What amazing grace.

Last week another Divine intervention took place. In the flash of eye I saw my emptied hope chest and in the corner was a rather large speck of dust. We are converting our property and hopefully our neighbor’s property into an intentional community. One of the partners in the endeavor is an amazing woman with a brilliant husband and two small children. She is a remarkable healer and spiritual teacher in her own right. We were considering the four of them living with us while all the details of creating an LLC ¾ getting permits, plans and construction ¾ are completed. That could take a while depending on how cooperative the county planning folks decide to be. In order to do that a downstairs carriage house remodel was required. There’s an apartment upstairs and the two floors together would give a family of four enough space. As I was trying to renovate my husband’s attitude about lessening his storage space, it came to me that his acceptance had to be intentional as well or the community we wanted to create could not thrive.

That in and of itself was a worthy speck of dust but the insight that happened later that night dwarfed it like a giant. As we were watching a mindless television program I saw a speck that I still cradled in my chest of hope. Something inside me wanted to watch mindless programming and hang onto a bit of human normalcy … to be like other people and not dissolve fully into Love. I wanted to hold onto life like most humans live it so that I could fit in (just a bit) and not be completely off the charts. With another spiritual teacher and her family here, I knew life would be different, more focused on the Divine. I had caught sight of a well-hidden safety deposit box inside my hope chest.  

Is it gone? Have I processed my desire to keep the contents in the small corner of my chest ¾ my self obsession? The desire still moves within and I sit in awareness allowing it full access to my mental, emotional, physical and spiritual bodies. At times it feels like a war inside, guns blazing and cannons exploding. Then it settles and softens before the war rages again. It is interesting to watch and to experience. Writing about it today and sending it out to you tomorrow feels cathartic.

We all have things we hope to hang onto, things that keep us from experiencing our wholeness and from a face-to-face meeting with God. When all is said and done, nothing will remain but Love. We are each intended to realize this Love fully and share it with our brothers and sisters while we are still in a body and here on Earth. We are this Love. It is a choice that we each must answer for ourselves.

Lindsey Kelloway: What are people like, on the inside?
Powder: Inside most people there’s a feeling of being separate, separated from everything.
Lindsey: And?
Powder: And they’re not. They’re part of absolutely everyone, and everything.

From Powder: 1995

 

 

I welcome your comments!

Co-promising Your Life

Does compromise feel inauthentic to you? It did to me. From the time I was little there was always a sense of loss associated with compromise. People have written books about the art of compromise. Supposedly, it’s deemed good to be good at it. It is something experienced early in life that stays around long-term. It is foundational in business and in our family life. It is often a turning point that actually allows decision-making to move forward. Whether at work or at home, when we compromise something important, it feels like giving in or giving up rather than moving forward. And it builds walls rather than a rallying point for action.  

Talking with friends yesterday, the word fraud came up and an article I had previously written popped into my awareness. The article was called Tinkering to Get the Fraud Out (June 2007).  I went to the Blog to re-read it and the first two paragraphs jumped out. 

Recently, I watched an interview with Brian Dennehy. As he talked animatedly about his long, illustrious career as an actor, one sentence he used grabbed me and I found myself reaching for a pencil to capture the juicy phrase. Of his performances he said he was constantly, tinkering to get the fraud out. As I listened I wondered if we are constantly tinkering to get the fraud out of our lives as well.

 

The answer came in three parts. Prior to awareness of choice our tinkering is automatic and not to get the fraud out, but to survive. We don’t stop to evaluate our attempts to protect and defend ourselves. We just do it. This is actually a free state of mind. From this state of ignorance, we act, from not knowing any better. Despite the free state of mind, nothing in our lives will dramatically change. Life will be predictable. Psychics will have no trouble telling you what tomorrow will look like, because it will look like today. Behaviors will continue status quo.

One of my friends broke the word compromise into co and promise. As she said it a light-blub flickered on and I heard, as Paul Harvey used to say, the rest of the story. Compromise is a two-edged promise. Each of us is promised to God. That is our nature; it is who we are—God’s promise. We are divine beings. For some of us that promise is conscious, for others it is not. Compromise is problematic when we are consciously promised to God and act in ways that protect the mind—our ego.

Any time we fail to stand for truth and goodness something within us dies. When we deny or delay God’s awakening within us, a pale of darkness overshadows our Great Possibility. We bow to the small, egotistical mind, allowing it to take greater control of our lives. Our compromise glasses over the light and muffles our divine sound—that pulse within us. We dim. The pulse of Life, carried at our heart’s center, acts as a beacon for all wending their way Home to God. It beats within those who have chosen to undo the tentacles of ego and forgive everything mind has made back to the Holy. The reason for denial or delay doesn’t matter. The result is the same.

Once we have heard our inner voice we are forever beyond the state of ignorance, that place where actions spring from not knowing any better. Be happy that we feel the pain of compromise. It is a blessing that numbness has not settled into our bones. A heart breaking is a divine gift. It too is a beacon, a pulse of God given freely to those who walk this path.

Fears will either play us or we can learn to play with them

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -  I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. –  Robert Frost

Days like these can work in our favor when we let them. It doesn’t appear that way, but it is true. Fear is on the surface. Everywhere we look businesses are missing. One day they are here. The next day they are gone. No one knows when the next shoe, let alone the last shoe, will drop. We feel vulnerable. Lifestyles and more are in peril. To risk sounding like I miss the point entirely, this is an uncomfortable time and place in which we find ourselves. Ego is tenaciously hanging on, conducting damage control, running its programs of fear. It is the hammering voice in our heads, and the soft yearning of hearts sick with worry, yelling at us to tighten down the hatches and protect ourselves from the devil winds to come.

These are obviously not fun times for most of us. Even those of us with money in the bank are feeling dread, wondering how far the economic spiral will go. The talk is depressing. As Ursula Bacon, a dear, wise woman told me this week, it is ‘depression talk’. She went on to speak about the power of our words. Even when we are talking about another’s viewpoint, our use of their words, validates that energy within us. Listening, night after night, to the news, gives the energetic thread added continuity. It is like a storm building. With enough wind it builds first into a breeze, then a gale, and eventually into a typhoon.

This morning another important piece to the puzzle fell into place when Earl Storm, a partner in Workplace Evolution, shared a quote he had recently heard by Gavin Newsom, the mayor of San Francisco. It is profound. “The future is not in front of us. It is inside of us.”

We are choosing our future, as Ursula said, with our words, with what lives inside of us. Fortunately for us, the beliefs we hold and the stories we tell ourselves aren’t buried as deeply anymore. All of our fears are coming out to play. They will either play us or we can play with them. The beauty of this moment is that our fears are visible if we are willing to look. We don’t have to dig or coax them out into the open. They are present.

We are at a crossroads. One road inevitably leads deeper into fear, anxiety and protectionism, leaving us more completely separated from others, less able to connect, and with a gaping hole in our hearts. This road appears, at first glance, to be our savior. It isn’t. It is the proverbial wolf in sheep’s clothing. No matter how much we insulate ourselves, no matter how much we rethink and analyze our situation, it will never be enough. Experience shows us this. There is no lasting calm. Upon this road, we devise and improvise layers of protective strategy, even when the only defense we can lay our hands on is mental maneuvering. Regardless of what we do the fears keep resurfacing with increasingly shorter intervals. Each time they resurface we fortify ourselves again, building a more impenetrable wall, effectively and efficiently separating ourselves from those with whom we are intended to partner and play.

Alone we are lost within the desert of our mind’s making. Together we can move beyond the crisis of spirit into an oasis of possibility. The second road, truly the road less travelled, leads to unity, to being in this together. It directs us into realization of our eternal and flawless connection with all beings. This road heals the hole in our hearts and allows us to flower into service and full use.

We choose. Granted, it is an extreme shift to turn and meet our fears, but so important. Fear is an insulator and it prevents us from seeing what is right before our eyes. Free of fear’s trance, we can see new solutions, creative ideas, and willing people with talents to help us find our way out of difficulty. We normally turn from fear rather than turning towards it, but we can choose to face fear now. And even if once again we choose fear, in the next breath we can choose differently. We are never beyond God’s grace. 

When we stop for a minute, we will see that in the short term, turning and meeting our fears is actually no more uncomfortable than turning away. Note the anxiety present now. It is an uneasiness that never seems to quite go away. It is not intended too. Its purpose is to show us where we are blocked, where we can’t say ‘yes’ to God’s vision for our lives, where we still have our hands locked onto life’s steering wheel. When we are stuck and flailing about within our heads, we miss the love notes, the divine messages that line our pathway. We create the mishaps from within our disconnected and protective state. This turmoil is far less than what is possible for mankind. We created it unknowingly. With this new awareness gleaned from self-understanding we can turn and make a stand for the Good within ourselves and within us all.

In the short term, meeting our fears can feel uncomfortable, but it doesn’t have to. It is only uncomfortable to the degree that we hang onto our patterns and personal stories. When we put them down, even for a minute, we can feel the relief. Imagine what it would feel like to not need anything. We can experiment and allow ourselves to sit right in the middle of being happy with what we have. We can take another step and imagine ourselves living simply, unattached to any thing, gladly giving all that we have back to the creator’s keeping. Breathe it in deeply. Let it swell and fill the ache created by hanging on. When we are willing to loose everything, including our lives, we become a blank page upon which God alone writes. From there, anything is possible.  

In the long term, committing to make your life a divine experiment means coming out from under the pall of fear. Along this path we learn to get out of our own way and allow God’s way to emerge. With a little experimentation, we come face to face with our greater purpose (and it isn’t to accumulate the most of everything or to make ourselves right and others wrong). It is to be of real use, to allow God to express through our simple vessel. The more simple we become, the more empty of self-wanting and self-importance, the greater the flow of Pure Expression.

It is an adventure if we choose to see it that way. I do. Life is this amazing mystery, constantly unfolding in new and different ways. Just as soon as I think I know where it is going, life takes a sharp turn, zinging off in a new direction. The audacity of it leaves me breathless in wonder. Seeing my self as a character in God’s script is quite exhilarating. No, I didn’t get my copy of the script, but that’s alright with me. I’d rather not know where it is going. It is infinitely more fun to follow God’s breadcrumbs, along His trail, grateful that I am a simple player.

Are there not… Two points in the adventure of the diver: One – when a beggar, he prepares to plunge? Two – when a prince, he rises with his pearl? I plunge! –Robert Browning

There by the grace of God am I. No I didn’t misquote, I rewrote. The original quote, is from a mid-sixteenth-century statement by Christian reformer and martyr, John Bradford, “There but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford”, in reference to a group of prisoners being led to be execution. John saw that with a simple twist of fate, he could have been one of the prisoners or the guard tasked with leading the men to their death. It was an insight whose truth and words lived on beyond John’s times, one that not only was astute at the time, but foretold of his martyrdom under Queen Mary.

On my way to the prison today I noticed a small child from our neighborhood. My husband and I walk the three miles around our block most mornings and we had initially met him and his mother while he was waiting for the school bus on his first day of kindergarten. He made quite an impression. His enthusiasm for school bubbled over and the smile on his face and in his voice reached out and touched my heart. I remember asking Kenny as we walked away, where that enthusiasm for life, for all of this glorious life, went as we aged. It was a question that inevitably led to a discussion as we walked together about the fear we pick up as we bump headlong into life.

When I saw the little boy on his bike today it was the first time I had seen him on a two-wheeler without the training wheels. I also noticed something else. He was wearing a bike helmet. Now that by itself wasn’t a surprise. It is illegal to ride in our state without one. Somewhere between the first day of kindergarten and today, a mere 1 ½ years, he had lost a bit of his spark. It was obvious in a subtle sort of way. I sensed that he was beginning to fit into the boxes, the ones designed to keep us safe—not straying too far from home, making certain to get off the road as cars approached, learning the rules of the road, and wearing the appropriate gear to keep him safe. At first glance – all the right things.

As my car took me further from the moment I found myself transported back to my childhood of helmetless bike rides. I was often barefoot to boot. How did I survive? I rode my bike everywhere in town from an early age. Even though we were more than a few blocks from school I rode it back and forth most days, through the cemetery and past the strange man’s house along the way. Most of us would say that I grew up in a time of less crime, of less to fear. If you look at the statistics you will find that just isn’t so. I didn’t live in a world where there was less to fear; I lived in a time of less fear.

Being a good parent though, we wouldn’t dare consider letting our children walk or ride their bikes any distance to school. Something could happen. The number of parents we see on our morning walk, hurriedly rushing past us, sometimes almost running us off the road, on their way to drop off their children at school is testament to the fact that many parents prefer the safety of delivering their tots to the school’s front door rather than allowing them the experience of riding a school bus.

As parents and as members of society it might be wise to wonder about what gets lost in translation, what freedoms are stifled, what creative thirst for life is quenched in our pursuit of safety. When we don’t feel the aliveness of the wind in our hair or experience the scrapes and scratches and broken arms of growing up what will replace that exhilarating sense of engagement? What is the loss to imagination—oh what creative stories I told myself about that odd little man. It was perhaps the beginning of a career in writing. What is the loss in adaptability? A broken arm forced me to join the majority for a time and learn to write right-handed.  Besides my 15 seconds of fame, I learned lessons about persistence and overcoming doubt that without the falls may not have materialized.

Children today are no different than us. They still need to fully experience life in order to learn and grow.  Our society is being set up more firmly each day to protect and defend us, slowly or perhaps not so slowly, diminishing our ability to evolve and dimming our lights. Sounds like a great rationale for a victim scenario doesn’t it but, wait a minute, who is this society? Society is each one of us collectively. We choose what to believe and how to live our lives. We choose whether or not to lead lives fully out loud and wildly alive or to acquiesce to the fear surrounding us. Our doubt about what our best course of action is, what to do or say, stops us.  

I had tea a few days ago with a dear friend. We laughed and talked and caught up with each others lives. I don’t remember how we came to the core question but there it was, “How do I know what is true? How can I tell if what I hear is my mind making things up or if I am actually listening to a higher voice?” My answer, gleaned from years of study, was that the divine voice is inspired. It is never based in fear. It is always based in love—in possibility, learning, curiosity and openness. It is a platform for growth and discovery, the discovery of our Oneness with all that is, the foundation for all-encompassing compassion.  The more empty we become of ego, the clearly we will hear.

As our compassion grows we begin to see that we could be anyone had our paths or birth taken a different path, said another way, had God’s hand written a different story for us. This awareness is a big step, and yet it is a baby step in comparison to what is possible.  When we unclog our minds and hearts of the accumulated fear we realize that we actually are each and every person on the planet, the good and the bad, those like us, as well as the one’s in opposition. What would change if we were intimately familiar with that possibility? What if instead of my observing the little children on our streets we realized that we were them, that by our decisions, by what we placed our belief in, we determined the level of happiness, joy and connectivity each child encountered, ourselves included. What if instead of choosing to trust fear we began to trust ourselves and each other. What could change? Who could we become? Wouldn’t it be worth a few scuffed knees or broken hearts to sustain and nurture that young boy’s natural enthusiasm and zest for life? 

Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love. - Hamilton Wright Mabie

We feel the joy and listen with adoration as choirs sing ‘Hark the herald angels’ and ‘O come all ye faithful’. Hearts open as we bow before the baby Jesus in the manger. Eyes light up as Christmas tree lights flicker and turn on. This is a special time. Crimes against others drop. Soldiers from opposing fronts have been known to stop warring and share what little they had. What is it about Christmas that is so powerful that it evokes a sense of world-wide community, even among non-Christians? If we can figure the answer to this question, we can change our world. Imagine what would happen, what our world could be like, if everyday was Christmas?

What does Christmas stir up within you? Does it remind you of the scent of cookies baking, or gifts brightly wrapped and placed under the tree? Does it bring to mind midnight services or the sparkle of children’s eyes upon spotting Santa Claus? Is Christmas a time for us to reunite with family and friends, even those that have pushed our buttons or from whom we have separated ourselves in the past? What stirs?

At Christmas time there is a heightened expectation of good just around the corner. Good smells, good gifts, and the goodness of each other and of God. It is a sense so palpable that it permeates the air. The cookies and presents, when seen clearly, are our gifts to others and our selves. Our actions become prayer-in-action when given generously, in adoration of each other. Our daily lives soften with our willingness to see the presence of good rather than evil. These are our responses to God’s gift to us—freely given back, the flow of love entered into, the spirit of Christmas coming alive. 

Even though the lost, the frightened, and the lonely around the world find Christmas and other holidays hard to handle, the Christmas experience triggers the 100^th monkey effect as more than enough numbers tip the scales to love. The effect though, is not only due to our world’s Christians. December is a special month for many religions, making it undeniably, a very sacred month.  December 5^th is the celebration of the Buddha’s day of enlightenment.  Hajj and Eid Al-Adha, Islamic religious holidays, both fall in December, as does the Jewish celebration of Chanukah. At this blessed time of the year adoring eyes across the world and across religions, are raised to God in love.  This miraculous effect is a result of us all!

Was Jesus born to inspire us in such amazing ways for just one month each year? Is the annual build-up to December 25^th all that we can or should expect? What would Jesus say if we could ask Him? What would Jesus do about poverty? What would he do about the banking implosion and all the hands looking for 700 billion dollars in handouts? What would he do about illness and the inability of so many people to access help? What would he do about our persistent belief that war is necessary, that it is our answer? What would he do about the frail health of our planet? As he stood silently looking at our creation, what would he ask of us? Would he ask for more from us, perhaps asking for even as much as he gave? 

We are inspired at Christmas time. We are inspired to give to the needy. We are inspired to lay down arms, locally and globally. We come together in our workplaces and find ways to expand our personal ability to give into larger, more meaningful capacities. We are on the right track. Even the air we breathe gives testament to this truth. When we stop and pay attention we can feel love in the air and it touches us and reconnects us to what is important. We know what to do. We already do it and it makes us feel great to be good again! Our hearts know this way of giving, is the way.

Christmas is not just a once a year feel-good, feel-love time. It holds within it another gift. It has the power to show us the way back into real community, into the possibility of honoring each other equally as ourselves. When we are willing to see, it will show us that love is the only answer and that anything other than love comes up short and precipitates a fall from grace. If nothing else during Christmas this year, stop and acquaint yourself with this love you plainly give and that makes you feel so wonderful. Recognize its caress—how it touches your body, your heart, your soul. Memorize every curve and contour and become conscious that this gift comes freely when you love, when you are willing to give of your self to others. And, when descended into distrust and old modes of self protection, use this memory to find your way home to that place where Christmas always lives.

Are you willing to believe that love is the strongest thing in the world - stronger than hate, stronger than evil, stronger than death - and that the blessed life which began in Bethlehem nineteen hundred years ago is the image and brightness of the Eternal Love? Then you can keep Christmas. - Henry Van Dyke

Would love your comments and thoughts!  Gayle

It is time to focus on what you are rather that what you are not

We all need to decide whether to “play it safe” in life and worry about the downside, or instead take a chance, by being who we really are and living the life our heart desires. Which choice are you making? Charlie Badenhop

Choice is a loaded word in that it is always operative.  Regardless of our conscious or unconscious attention, we are making choices with each breath. There is an addiction that unwittingly occurs with many spiritual seekers, a title I only recently relinquished. In fact, I didn’t realize that I was still a seeker, when I thought I was not. The fact that I was playing it safe, choosing the downside over the reality, only became clear when at last I took what appeared to be a giant leap of faith, and landed right in the lap of God. With that step there was a new understanding of choice, of what it means to actually choose Love over all other possibilities.  

For most searchers, and that includes most everyone of us even when we don’t see ourselves as one, life is lived at the effect of what we think we are not. We spend our lives consciously or unconsciously on the look-out for everything that is wrong with us—an uncaring thought, corroboration of our unworthiness, physical proof of the status quo—our evidence that aspiring to awaken into an enlightened state is out of reach and for what it’s worth, most likely always will be. The decision is clear.  Don’t stop practicing. We skip right past proof to the contrary, the proof that who we are is Love incarnate, Christ Consciousness, the Buddha nature.

There is nothing to practice. To know yourself, be yourself. To be yourself, stop imagining yourself to be this or that. Just be. Let your true nature emerge. Don’t disturb your mind with seeking. - Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

Even when we look back across time and realize how much more fully we live in the present moment, we still judge ourselves as ‘getting there, but not there yet’. Despite evidence to the contrary, I withheld this same approval and thereby failed Love. “Patience”, I told myself. “Perhaps you will be love when all selfish thought dissolves.” I was not willing to assert that I had vanished into Love.  With that refusal I unconsciously chose to deny the truth of who I am, and with that, the truth of each of us. I was in fact more willing to deny myself than I was to say, “Yes God. Of course I am and now I see what has always been”.

Seeking becomes a new identity. To give up the chase, even in the face of undeniable proof, feels like giving up the self-improvement project, something that has supplied great entertainment for quite some time. It feels that way because it is. Our focus for years, perhaps lifetimes, has been on getting somewhere good and if we were willing to vocalize it, on going Home to God!

In the process we have created pictures of what it would look and feel like when we arrived. These pictures were a necessary part of the seeker’s dance. They heartened us to let go of old beliefs and to face our fears. They primed us for Truth to sweep in and make us its own. There is nothing wrong with the pictures. They were perfect. They were essential. They helped us all to create an amazing shift in awareness. They have brought us to this moment together. 

Now, standing here collectively, it is time to refocus. It is time to focus on what we are rather than what we are not and that takes a willingness to let go of the old, even though it has brought us far, and step into the unknown. Proof can only lay claim to the known. It can tell us what happened in the last moment. It cannot take us any further on our journey. It has brought us here, now and it is time to move forward into a grander version of ourselves than what we believed possible.

As long as we continue to see ourselves as seekers we will be obliged to continue the quest. The adventure is fun, sometimes joyful and at times painful. That cannot be argued. It also becomes a lifestyle. Being a seeker has lots of perks, not the least that it gives us access to a community and a place to belong.  Hanging onto our title and our memberships though means we prolong the illusion and miss the truth standing right in front of us.

We each have an original blueprint and it IS divine. It is the truth that calls to our hearts. Love as our foundation is what allows us to feel the pang of separation. It is that part of us being led to stand and be counted for and with each other. Yes we can change our world and move from fear into love, and will as we stand together in support of the whole, in service to this greater good.

We are this love that we seek. As we all stand together and claim this truth, that we are this love and no longer need to seek this love, we make it a possibility for all those still struggling in our world. We are the standard bearers for a new reality. The time has passed for waiting. It is time to choose. It is now time to live as the love we have desired. 

Realization is to get rid of the delusion that you have not realized. - Sri Ramana Maharshi

 

The Original Blueprint

Return at last

To what you have

Always been

Deny yourself

No more

Are you tired

Of this game

Small and unimportant

Are you ready

To come Home

Come Home Now

Acknowledge

The truth that

Is always here

With your choice

Simple choosing seems

To be an impossibility

You choose now,

Only now you

Choose your mind

Choose instead

With all the knowing

That lives within you

With your open heart

That cries out loud

Your heart already

Knows this as truth

Your heart is ready

To lead you

Into your birthright

You were born God

Have lived as God

Are living now

As God

Can you see this?

This is no game

No idle play

This is deadly serious

To your master

The selfish ego

Choose now

Deny yourself

No More

Allow yourself to be

Your original Divine blueprint!

You are love

You are God

You are YES

You are selfless

You are this Oneness

Your comments are welcomed!

Quite backwards from what mind expects

The difficulty lies, not in the new ideas, but escaping the old ones, which ramify, for those brought up as most of us have been, into every corner of our minds. — John Maynard Keynes (UK Economist)

There is not one of us that, if we knew how to, wouldn’t let go of outdated, unwanted and often times destructive thoughts, beliefs and behaviors—our demons.  It wasn’t that long ago that I sat in meditation and cried out in pain, “God, help me!  I don’t know how to let go.”  I was looking at an old tape, a sense of not being accepted or loved by my Dad.  He was long dead and yet as alive as if he was standing right next to me.  I knew that the old tape had to go. I just didn’t know how to let it go.  I sat there with my hands tied up in knots, little pillars of rock, trying to open them and let go of the beliefs trapped within them.  

Old tapes continue to run regardless of how many times we say “No! Go away.”  Within days, if we are lucky, or moments later, if w