The Warrior Spirit

Greetings on this Freya’s Day to one and all!

This is in response to Irina’s piece from yesterday concerning the largely successful campaign to defang, divert, and dull our warrior instinct.

The warrior instinct is an innate part of us. It is rooted in our animal nature, but it extends far beyond the physical. It is our proper response to the presence and existence of that which threatens life.

The true warrior, one who lives the archetype, is first and foremost a lover. A lover of truth. A lover of beauty. A lover of goodness, kindness, and selfless charity. A lover of innocence and purity. A lover of strength and faith. A lover of wisdom and compassion. A lover of freedom, the most sacred gift of all.

When these things are threatened or violated, the warrior does not stand idly by. The warrior knows that a threat to any life threatens all life, that a violation of one is a violation of all. The warrior takes appropriate action when faced with such situations.

The warrior must be effective. To be effective is the culmination of the art of war. One is not effective by default. One becomes effective through self-mastery, self-development, and self-knowledge. The warrior is disciplined – decisive, collected, and in control, but not self-punishing. The warrior is committed to his or her own growth and knows that one never comes to the end of that road; there will always be new challenges and new opportunities to test and expand the qualities of the soul.

We are beset in this time by a daunting array of attacks waged against us on all sides and on all levels. The masks of the perpetrators are many; it is not only the overt, avowed enemies of humanity whom we must face with the warrior’s stance, it is the darkly-aligned tendencies within ourselves and the ones we love as well. We must know, however, that each being chooses its alignment; we can support a loving choice to align with the truth, but not force it. We can offer the things of the spirit wholeheartedly. Where there is openness to love and light, to healing and humility, to reconciliation and revelation, we can be there to facilitate that process. Where another being exercises their power of choice to persist in wrongdoing, to insist on violating others, we are called and compelled to make a stand.

There is no compromising with the dark. It is illusion and has no power beyond what we give it. We are the truth; our being is what creates evil and suffering when we succumb to illusion. We have been infected with many illusions, chief among them weakness, lack, ignorance, and limitations on love.

The subterfuge has been subtle, the will to subjugate implacable. No effort has been spared to keep us corralled in one form of control system or another. We are going beyond control systems. We are going Home. If that is what we determine, then there is nothing these so-called beings can do to stop it. The most they can do is play for time. Keep hitting us with their old tricks. Drawing our attention to old conflicts, imagined wrongs, false fronts, and diversions. They are in a battle for their very survival. Our energy is what keeps them alive. They are desperate to maintain their hold on our consciousness.

These are not true beings at all. Let me go back on that for a minute. Yes, there are beings from Source who went all the way into the dark, who chose to commit, again and again, to that downward journey. They are the Fallen, caught in the maelstrom of the magnetic lure of separation, soul-selling, and predation. They are so identified with the idea of being something other than divine expressions of one all-enlivening Spirit that that is the direction that draws them on. These are the ones who have only the faintest, dimmest, most buried and banished sense of their true nature. So yes, there is a being there: our brother. We can only reach that most tragically lost dear one by shining forth as one Love for eternity, for as long as it takes him to rediscover and choose the path of the soul’s awakening and reintegration. But for now, he is taken over, acting as a puppet of the will to dominate and finally extinguish all life.

We are here on Middle-Earth, the realm where all the worlds meet. We are the jewels of creation, endowed with the mightiest gifts of the Creator. We are the Creator and we are the children of the Creator. We determine what plays out here for us. Many of us long to simply leave this world and go back to where the Light shines forever. We may feel tired and finished. If that is our experience, then we must follow where our heart leads. For those of us who are not finished, we stay and do what we came here to do. Perhaps our paths need not stray so far from one another. We are family, after all, and the world is our collective creation. We need not fear what is to come. Only remain true and take each step as it comes, as best we can.

The controllers we perceive in this place we think of as a planet in space are dupes engaged in the cosmic folly, but we have everything we need to counter them. They cannot touch us. Oh, they can do their worst. They have their means. But we have what counts: the knowing. The living connection through our miraculous body vehicles and their senses, from the dense to the subtle. Our DNA, the codes that hold the mysteries and the potentials of life. Our network of energetically-resonant beings and the great web of life itself, which answers all calls.

That the world is still standing is testimony to the fact that warriors are among us. Whether we can see them or not is immaterial. We can trust that they have our back, and we can resolve to be worthy of their protection, to embody the things that they love. Whatever form or aspect of the warrior spirit calls you to make it part of your being, embrace it. Don’t fear the opinions and reactions of others. Don’t be a slave to their approval. You are needed. Your soul is needed. Those who answer the call to fight will thank you for your embodiment of the things they value, cherish, and fight for.

In this time when the warrior archetype is subverted, maligned, and robbed of its immediacy, relevance, and potency, we are all called to cast off complacency, to rouse ourselves from the stupor of false comfort, realize the will to defend, preserve, and protect what is good, and cultivate the spirit of absolute non-alignment and non-consent to evil. We can take steps every day to build our strength, knowledge, and awareness, to deepen our foundations of being, to feel more, to appreciate more, to give more, to love more. Is that not a worthy path? We are worthy of it. The acting out on the stage of time and space is simply how we demonstrate the truth of that. We are worthy. We are God. We are and shall forever be the proof of God’s great love.

Moments, hours, eternities – and Isness – of our journey into Phi

Tyranny, rebellion, victimhood, blame,

playing our false games of power,

fearing and hating Kali the Destroyer,

marshaling our forces against Her

to stave off our impending doom,

forgetting that she is Mother Gaia herself,

even while we yearn for the End of War

and the experience of the eternal, flowing Dance of Timelessness and Time,

but we have forgotten the only truth that matters:

that we know not the hour of our death,

nor will we be spared pain,

but that the deeper we dive into clear and empty Stillness,

the more we settle into Being

and the more purely, joyously, and valiantly we can shine for her

in thought, word, and deed
 
the more beautifully She reflects back at us

what the unified Will of Love has wrought!

She gives birth to form

yet form is a dream

a shape for the shapeless

a sound for the silent

which, for as long as we remain ignorant and desolate,

remains a nightmare, a living death

hunted by our fears,

haunted by our hurts;

a tragedy,

a hollow circus,

the grinding wheel of karma,

a puppet show;

a drama of duality,

a game,

a school,

a stage play;

a healing opportunity

and an ever-present Now,

blessing and blessed, through and through.

Illuminating shadows, facing fears

expressing freely

nothing to gain or lose

except for Soul, the one thing at stake;

expressing will

passion aflame (fire of the gods)

Knowledge revealed

finding Courage and Steadfastness

Patience and Humility;

Reconciliation,

witnessing the Miracle;

Balance and Peace;

Gratitude,

Surrender;

Yes to the Yes (to the no to the maybe);

Levity, Liberation, Release;

tears of Joy and Gladness,

Nakedness,

Connection,

nothing on the agenda but Love

inspiring us to kinship, cooperation, community, compassion, equality, respect for nature, giving our very best,

working together to manifest a new and bolder vision of reality,

one responsive to our true desires,

an adventure into the unknown,

a collective fractal work of art

forever coming, forever going,

existing Now.

XVI. The Tower

How heartbreaking it is
to deeply realize
that you have been living a lie


How it burns and crushes
to have your false-self-centered patterns
of blind, compulsive, destructive behavior
exposed and called out
in the full light of awareness


How devastating
to see that the centermost pillar
on which you had based your illusory identity
and rationale for existence
has been a ruse of fractured mind


How terrifying
to have your most jealously guarded mental possessions
not only challenged
but positively destroyed
by a truth whose name you had dared not breathe

How agonizing
to resist an all-consuming flame
that promises to transmute everything you are
through the portal of death
into a life everlasting
where the you that you had thought was you
has forever ceased to be

A Threshold beckons:
is it a Maw of Hell
or a Gateway to Heaven?
Will we be dictated to by Time and Space
consoling ourselves momentarily with visions
of a Cloud Cuckoo Land caricature of our eternal Home?


What we must realize
is that neither Heaven nor Hell as such
truly exist as places behind or ahead in time
but only now, right now where we are:
the one a maelstrom of thoughts circling the drain

the other an abiding Peace

Love is the password and the key
it is our ticket to freedom
our guiding star
and our inner fire
One resonating Light



Our destination lies within

Compassion

Compassion is the balm

for a mind seared by the revelation

of its own insanity

the bridge to wholeness

for a heart torn asunder

by the pain of past lovelessness

a simple message:

"I see you where you are

as you are

I am wholly present with you

even in the midst of this experience"

Know Thy Self, Not What Separate You Pretends to Know. This Unleashes Power Truly.

Brian Steere's stimulating comment on the latest Smoking Mirrors:

"I see Materialism as the reversal of cause/effect by which an illusion of power operates upon and within an illusion of powerlessness.

Source or true Cause is Eternally Indivisible, and yet our human consciousness is a facet of a fragmented disintegrity in which coercive power seems to divide and rule in power OVER Life.

In the wish-attempt to control Life is the reflection of dissonance and disorder which reinforces its own 'foundation'.

The more coercive or fear-defined control is asserted, the more out of control one's self-world experience.

Relinquishing a phoney power allows spontaneous yielding to true harmony of a wholeness of being in resonant relation within all that is presencing itself.

The abyss can symbolize the nothingness of destruction or insanity - but it can also indicate the not-knowing through which Life Knows Itself Truly. For the belief one already knows is the dark lens by which one sees nothing truly.

An unyielding point of view operates 'denial' and wars not with reality but within itself as a denial of awareness of reality - of what is true to the reality that You Are.

To fit or limit oneself to a machine is a chosen condition, but to persist becomes a self-conditioning. But self-definition remains a creative acceptance of true function and not a coercive imposition of power upon powerlessness. Nor a hiding of the illusion of power within a belief in powerlessness."

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Thoughts arise like ripples spreading and interpenetrating in a shaded, reflecting pool:

The thought of separateness is diametrically opposed to the natural flow, one hundred eighty degrees removed from the viewpoint of Unity.

The more our conscious and unconscious identifications are rooted in this erroneous orientation, the more personal effort our false self must expend to maintain its identity and negotiate a world of external entities, uncertainty, injustice, and existential danger.

This sense of being under threat, forced to respond to demands and attacks, attempting to achieve some modicum of control, with no assurances but those we cling to in our minds as hope-notic self-calming suggestions and beliefs...

makes our psychic and energy bodies curl in on themselves, shrivel and harden, as the flow of natural being is cut off by our misalignment with the native state that is our access key to the Source Field from which we spring. By our resistance to what we feel.

Resisting pain, ignoring or fearing discomfort, blaming the world, translates on the opposite end of the scale to a sense of lacking that which is desired and a hesitance to give or receive Love to the fullest, a fear of surrender commensurate with our addiction to control.

We are indeed at war: at war with ourselves.

The shadow,
all that we have broken ourselves away from,
is the judged,
abandoned,
ignored,
unseen,
forgotten,
and innermost piece of ourselves:

the innocence that we lost touch with
when we slipped into our hallucination
of smoking funhouse mirrors,
forged our protective armaments,
built up our defensive walls,
imprisoned and exiled ourselves away
from free, untainted air
and happy days and nights,
from children's laughter,
men and women's work and play
the elders' guiding wisdom,
communion with the spirits
of our celestial ancestors and future generations,

from brotherhood with animals
with flowers, trees, and birds,
from living skies and speaking stones
and waters clear and bright,

in a land now lost and far away,
a fading memory:
our Home.

That homesickness you feel?

Your heart it is that calls.

Your heart is always home,
and there it waits
so infinitely patient
for you to come again into its arms
so that it might communicate with you
as intimately as it did when you were born,
might see your pupils widen with the thrill of remembrance
as illumination dawns
and you regain the wealth of your Self and give
your whole self back to it with molten pleasure,
bubbling with thanks
and dancing, humming,
singing, drumming,
weeping, sighing
breathing, crying
wholehearted odes upon its sweetness,
glories, ways, and mysteries.

It wants to bathe with you in mutual delight
and teach you of the plenitudes of solitude and silence,
eternal stillness moving all.

It wants to show you, teach you, let you feel
the meanings of everything:
of all events and forms and creatures you encounter,
en la belle langue perpétuel d'amour.

It wants to reward you for the everything that you are,
fulfill its every desire and take you along for the ride,
remind you in a million billion ways
of how beautiful and amazing and perfect you are,
just the way you are.

It wants you to know that you are the Special,
that there is only One Special because there is only One Here Looking
and all that it sees is the One Special—itself—
wrapped in wonders of imagination.

The miracle the heart sees is not that the One heals all—
 for healing is simply in Love's self-abiding nature—
but that the Dream can feel so real and offer so much
to marvel at, enjoy, to feel thankful for.

So many opportunities and possibilities.
Such multidimensional depth,
such seamless synergy
and infinitely complex interconnection,
endless vistas to explore,
such different stories to live through.

So much beauty.

Such horrible, convincing ugliness
that we can feel full range and subtle nuance of sensation
on the scale from agony to ecstasy,
and all of it a dance
'twixt Love in naked action
and that same Love becostumed and beveiled...

... and none of it can ever kill, undo,
or make us more or less
than Love.

Such exquisite fantasies,
such wit and play and mirth.
Such great and rich adventures
and such joy in hard-won growth.
Such exhilarated awe at pulling off the least expected,
most satisfying outcome.
Such kinship, faith,
and confidence and grace.

Such awesome demonstrations
of the lengths that Love will go
for its Beloved.

This Love continuous
sends waves to wash you home
and flames to lick away your sins,
and yet your doubtful mind insists
on spurning, miscreating lies.

Only stop the torture toys,
let echoes fade away.
Return to harmony and live
the life created as a gift
for God's own child, the One You Are,
at one with Father-Mother.

JE SUIS LA VIE

It’s been a rough few days. My dear wife has been suffering from a highly virulent seasonal flu, coughing up sputum and going through rolls of toilet tissue. She’s also been running a high fever. Her condition has been such that I have had to be by her side almost continuously, given that her personal assistant has also been down with the flu. My friend Teemu came over to help out last night and mentioned the following text, seen on a sign outside the local Pentecostal church:

JE SUIS

LA VIE

He said it was like the perfect answer to the media’s recent campaign to divide people into different camps with the viral slogan, “Je suis Charlie.” ‘Viral’ is right: it’s a sick way to think. In the name of ‘solidarity’ with the ‘defenders of free speech’ (no argument with the principle, only with how it is being used), the public are called to identify with a name that psychologically symbolizes the wronged, the killed, the victim of the past. To take a stand, not actually for anything real, but against an imagined threat. We are asked to put on the role of the accuser, to take a moral stance of righteous indignation and condemnation.

I’m no apologist for Mohammedan fundamentalism. Or militant Christian zealotry. Or Jewish supremacist fanaticism. As John Lash elucidates in his update, There Are No Shades of Freedom, these three monotheistic religions have been exploited as vectors for a virus of the mind, a soul parasite that some call Wetiko, others psychopathy or the archontic influence. Typical symptoms include authoritarianism, subjectivity of thought, an atrophied conscience and intuition, and distrust toward the world in general and the free inner nature in particular. But what is it that speaks when we hear this adversarial voice of fear?

We hear the thought that thinks separation is real. This thought cannot conceive of love except as an exclusive, particular, limited thing. A weak, soft thing in a hard world, creating only vulnerability. The idea that if we united ourselves in a freely-flowing web of mutual love, we could overcome any obstacle to our true heart’s desire individually and collectively, seems like madness and impossibility, a nice dream but only delusion after all, to this child of the primal thought of separation; the unconscious, unliving, abortive offspring of Shiva and Shakti; the insatiable ghost of envy and hatred toward all life; a semblance of life without the spirit of life, animated only by the energy of the thought that impels and sustains it.

This thought dwells within me. And if you are seeking the same truth I seek, then it dwells within you as well. For if it did not, we would have no need to seek for what we already have: the perfection of our Divine Being.

It is not required for us to speak of spirituality, to read books or blogs, or to even have a concept of ourselves as being spiritual seekers. All that is needed is a willingness to bring the darkness to light. To come closer to what we really are, to embrace an absolute freedom that does not differentiate between right and wrong, better and worse. We have all possibility within us. Only if we are open to meeting the darkest parts of that field of possibility with the light of our innermost heart to illuminate the way, only then can we make friends with our feelings of fear and sensations of pain. Then they are our guides, showing us the next thing to accept and forgive, so that it passes through us without resistance, released out of our field of vibration by the resolving power of Love.

“Je suis la vie.” An expansive, heart-opening statement, open to all possibility. Je suis, I am. Take away but the letter i and you get Jesus, the name of a man. Take the living ‘I’ out of being and you get only a specific form among forms. This is the trick that mind plays on itself.

We are here, as the Adam of myth, as namers of God. We are given the power to express divinity. When we misuse that power by believing and expressing falsehood, we make that falsehood our god and become like our false god, creating a world reflecting that false god’s nature back to us. When we replace our falsely self-identifying thoughts and beliefs with self-illuminating truth, with a way of being that is predicated on neither belief nor non-belief, knowing nor unknowing, we are released from the tyranny of the divided and divisive mind of duality into a pure spontaneous flow of being that springs from our Home Source in the living unity of Light. Then even our human form naturally attains ever more faithful congruence with the nature of the true God, becoming less and less limited in all the qualities and attributes of that divinity.

Love evolves. Fear devolves. This is well explained in the article titled Moral Evolution by Norman D. Livergood. We have nothing to fear from fear when we surrender it and ourselves to the service of the purposes of Love. Then it is only a player in the dynamic of eternal growth – not a hungry, consumptive, cancerous type of growth, but an organic, balanced, intelligently ordered growth producing only more and more expressions of limitless divinity.

We need not deny God by perceiving lies to be true, or by making compromises with lies, or even by attacking lies – giving legitimacy to the primal lie. We need only abide in truth, for the God that cannot be denied lives within us. When we see things as they are while seeing what they appear to be, we see God as God is while seeing what God appears to be: unity in diversity, the self-evident truth cloaked in awful, awesome mystery.

It is a truly divine gift to really, viscerally perceive the innocence of the eternal Christ nature of all that we encounter in life. Life is our mirror. Let us honor it as that, and embrace the opportunities it presents us with in every moment to know ourselves more deeply through loving relationship with every form, sensation, and thought that comes into our awareness. This is the way, the truth, and the life. Some call it dharma, some call it the Tao. It is the working of the One sacred heart.

In Om shanti Om, I leave you now. Have faith. The journey is not what it may seem. We are going Home, helping each other on the way whether we know it or not.

Much love,

William

Sing That Perfection!

Living truth is as simple as counting to one.

The One reverberates against itself by mirroring into duality.

Duality is the domain of mind.

Mind is nothing more than the occurrence of thought.

Thought is light, sound, vibration.

Vibration manifests on all octaves from primal creative impulse to the multitudinousness of apparent physicality.

Physicality on all its densities is a realm of experience.

Experience is a feedback process where information cycles through faculties called the senses.

The senses’ raw output is filtered and interpreted by mental programs to create the totality of what we are conscious of.

What we are conscious of is a distilled end product of the sum total of a vast web of streaming energy in the body-mind complex.

The body-mind complex is not a separate entity; it is part of an integral whole whose reaches and depths and spans and immensities go on forever, inwardly and outwardly, in an endless playground of mind knowing itself as an extension of the One while pretending now and then not to know, veiling parts of itself from other parts of itself for the purpose of its highest expression.

The highest expression of divinity is hidden in plain sight as all the things in experience that seem not to be divinity’s perfection.

Perfection sings itself and celebrates the miracle of existence in every quark and in every cosmos, in every catastrophe and in every triumph, in every cruel and every compassionate act, in every example of idiocy and genius, in every dissonance and in every harmony, in every desolate waste and in every paradise, in every moment of a lifetime and every moment out of time, in every shadow of denial and resistance and in every shining ray of realization and remembering.

Remembering who we are is the return of our soul’s journey to this eternal celebration.

This eternal celebration is the supportive, allowing space for the breath of creation, emanating from the One Love that we are, always were, and always will be.

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To get a deeper, fuller, more rounded and grounded sense of the station that this train of thought came from, I ask you to please take an hour and twenty-three minutes of your time to take in what this lovely man has to say here.

Now you may understand why the song below is so dang catchy, and understand also why it was that I, listening to it during the end credits of The Lego Movie after taking in the movie for the fourth or fifth time in a heightened state of sensitivity, cried the living crap out of myself for the sheer emotional release of the gratitude and wonder and joy I felt at the enlightened vibes I was picking up from what I had just watched and the song I was hearing. Enjoy!

The Seeker Must Die

Be what you never thought you were or could be.

Be what you most feared to be.

Unreal.

Nothing.

As insubstantial as a thought:

For we are energy, which is thought born,

And no thought can be real.

For in the infinite reality beyond what we think of as reality, there is no separate object to perceive, about which to think.

Your Infinite I exists there.

Your Infinite I is one with infinite Love.

You are its creation.

Your life story and everything attached to it is its creation.

Creation is a work of art.

The cosmos is a love story.

The nightmare appears to be when we believe the voice of unreason, of impossibility.

It is impossible for Love not to be, for Love is all there is, the first cause of any existence.

Space and time are projections in the Mind.

Where we see separate objects and subjects, Love sees symbols and opportunities for its own demonstration.

The purpose of all is Love.

Loves knows itself perfectly and without pause.

All purposes and stories are known to it.

All stories are perfect demonstrations of Love.

Sometimes, for the purpose of the story, Love appears veiled. There appears to be a subjective experience of a lack of Love, a lack of light, or whatever.

Everything you really want, everything you really need, is a symbol of the only thing you ever need. It takes all those forms in order to demonstrate its nature within duality.

Love, as manifest in the virtual realm of Mind, wants to act. In order for it to act, there must the appearance of separation: the doer, the thing done unto, and the act performed in time and space. Abstractions all, dreamed up and imagined so that Mind can experience what that feels like.

The voice that speaks subconsciously, feeding you its unreal interpretations of the unreal dream that you seem to perceive, telling you that this world of separation is real, is insane.

The Course in Miracles calls this voice ego.

Ego cannot know truth, for ego itself is born of a lie: the belief in separation from Love.

Ego must die, for it was dead to begin with.

It is the voice of death itself.

But seen through the eyes of Love, even seeming death is another form of Love, dressed up for a joke played on ego for the amusement of limitless Mind.

Death is your best friend.

Death is your liberator.

Death is the door to infinity.

When ego dies, Love is revealed.

Love would never abandon us.

Love leaves bread-crumb trails for us to follow in the dark night of delusion.

Love leaves evidence of its nature scattered throughout the dream.

It is all Love. We need only perceive it as it is.

When we learn the language of Love through listening to its teacher-voice, the true meanings of all symbols are opened to us. We no longer need to misinterpret anything.

But we are addicted!

Hooked on drama!

The fear! Look at it, isn’t it scary? RAWRRAWRRAWR. Vampires and zombies and killer AIs. Evil corporations and Satanic elites. Bombs and guns and poisons, massacres and extinctions. Rapists, psychopaths, and unrepentant criminals. Death, danger, and destruction. Chaos and the cries of the damned. Innocence killed, the desecration of all that is holy. War and famine and pestilence. The looming end of the world. Not to mention all the petty annoyances and mundane headaches: in-laws, deadlines, taxes, the flu, and going to the dentist.

Mind has the power to convince its limited projections, these seemingly separate beings, of anything. Even the reality of fear and all attendant lies. It is so convincing, because that’s what makes the story so delightful from the viewpoint of Love.

The journey of awakening is a joy that Mind wants to experience again and again, in all different forms.

But once awakening has occurred, the false-light-and-dark ceases to be and all is revealed in the light of the Truth that always was.

We never lacked for anything. We ourselves, as the true infinite nature, are the missing birthright which we sought for so long. It was with us all along.

Let me tell you about a dream I had some years ago.

I was walking in the woods. The forest seemed dead, no green, no life. Just trunks and a carpet of needles as far as the eye could see.

I was looking for mushrooms. Juicy, tasty mushrooms. When I had found enough, I would make a hot soup and eat it with gusto.

But I found not a single mushroom, though I wandered for hours.

I didn’t want to give up. I knew somehow that the mushrooms were there, if only I could find them.

In my discouragement, I consoled my mind with substitute mushrooms: smooth, dark stones that I gathered into my basket. It was somehow soothing and reassuring to have at least some weight to carry, even if they weren’t the real thing. It was nice to pretend. It was like an act of faith, a symbol of what I knew deep inside. They had no value in themselves, but they stood as placeholders and reminders of what I sought.

After a time, I encountered two beings walking through the woods: the first living things I had seen all day. A pair of women, about sixty or seventy years old, dressed all in white, with an otherworldly glow about them. They were smiling and laughing, enjoying themselves without hurry or worry. A sense of profound peace, joy, and abundance radiated from their presence.

They greeted me like they knew me, like old friends. I courteously returned the greeting. They asked me what I was doing, and I told them I was looking for mushrooms. They spied my basket, and their eyes twinkled with laughter.

“You’ll get a good soup out of those, I bet,” said one. They winked at me mirthfully as though they shared the same mind.

I grinned, a little bit embarrassed. Silly, carrying rocks.

But their demeanor was compassionate and loving. They went their way with an encouraging nod, as if to say, “Keep going, don’t worry about how it looks. You’ll be fine.”

Quite soon after, I finally stopped. I laid down my basket of rocks and just kind of gave up. Like I was naturally ready to stop doing what I had been doing, to stop trying on a personal level. The fool’s errand lost its appeal and I simply was. No urgency, no judgment. The problem I had been struggling with was no longer a problem, it was simply a situation that was what it was. Not even really real. Like a dream.

Right then, like magic, the mushrooms I had been seeking were there in front of me. A big pile of fresh, ready-picked mushrooms, each bigger than the last, neatly stacked at the foot of a tree. More than I could even carry.

An overwhelming sense of gratitude and relief came upon me. Now I remembered! I had picked these for myself before time even existed. I smiled, chuckling gently. The game was over, and I could go home.

This powerful dream has stayed with me, and I will never forget it. The symbolism is obvious.

The seeker stopped seeking. The object of his search never was an object in the world. It was his already, and the imagined object “out there” was merely its symbol. When he lost his attachment to the outer form of the symbol, and to the idea of struggle and lack, he saw clearly.

Those women were in heaven, walking the seeming earth but not of it. They appeared to me as guides and allies. And yet they themselves were only dream figures, symbols.

When the dream’s purpose is complete and the dream body ceases to be, all there is is Mind, waking up and moving on to yet another dream.

We can be lucid. We can be free. We can let go of ourselves and let the Power move us.

We do not use the Force. The Force uses us. This is the secret of the ages, long hidden, now revealed.

Accept the truth, and lies will have no power. Only learn to listen to the still, small voice of truth and you will learn to recognize and reject the voice of the idiot.

“A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” This is life through the lens of ego. Why listen? Why believe? It sure would suck to be ego, and as long as we identify with its voice, then life surely does suck for us.

Embrace death. The seeker is a story with an end. It will end, and only then does the happy dream begin.

A new year, a new beginning. Time is over, and only the calendars and clocks tell us otherwise. We have all the time in the world, in no-time.

What is it for? Love only.

Let’s have a good time. Let’s have beauty and celebration. Let’s heal our ills and comfort one another. Let’s eat and drink and smoke and make love and do all the things we do without guilt or fear. Let’s serve Love, because that’s why we’re here. Let’s enjoy life and forgive all the bad. It only ever seemed like there was anything bad. Love reigns victorious.

Have an awesome new year.

How to read this blog

Hello there!

Whatever this blog business has been has been what it’s been. My task, which I undertake with pleasure and to the best of my ability, is to show up when I’m called and share what comes out. As for you, dear reader, only you can be the knower of what brings you here and what you seek to gain by coming here. I am not going to coddle you, control you, tell you what to think, or allow my assumptions of what you might think put a damper on the message. The message is why I’m here. My employer would know the why of things better than me, but certain bits of knowledge do come my way. The rest is the product of my own cognition, subject to my own personal limitations. I do pick up some of the stuff you see here from quite a clear channel, but certainly not all of it. How you take anything here is your call. Discern. Pay attention to how it makes you feel when you read it. That’s how I write, by the way, to a large extent: by feel.

All creativity is from one source. Credit for any truth value in this blog goes to the originator of it, who lives in the same place as the originator of me and you. They’re the same dude/gal/thing/force/thingummybob/you-name-it. So no worries. We’re all in this together. Everyone just playing their roles. No blame, no shame, no debts, no frets. I owe you nothing and you owe me nothing. Whatever happens is the interplay of manifest forces. The Tao. The Dance.

Dance with me. Feel. That’s right, feel what’s going on in yourself and let it play out. Respond inwardly, feel your own response to what you read. You feel already without thinking about it, but if you pay attention to the response, you can pick up what it’s telling you. About the text, about you, about life. What you think of as your thinking mind, where words happen, is a part of that. But only a small part. Your physical body is just as important, if not greatly more so. Impressions are received with the total instrument. The more open and relaxed you are, the clearer the impressions you receive. To attain objectivity, undo resistance to what is.

This is something I endeavor to facilitate here, by illuminating the keys to the kingdom, so to speak. Binding and loosing. The latter is what we’re after, the former requires that we recognize what it’s done to us and how so that the latter can do its work more effectively.

Love is all you need. I emphasize Love because it is the truth we seek, it is the one universal solution that knows the specific solution to any particular problem and has the power to make it happen. It is that which affirms what is, which cannot be out of alignment with itself. It is invincible and can allow itself any form, even the most horrifying. You need not be under the spell of horror. Love is what you are, and when you live as that Love, then you need fear nothing. Indeed, you cannot fear in that blessed state. Love sees itself in all things. What could threaten that which created all and is all?

My dear brother, my dear sister: believe in your Self. You are never far from home. You need only turn to see Love, the beautiful shining perfection of all.

The capacity to perceive and enact Love is on a dimmer switch from 180-degree total darkness at the bottom to zero-degree true north at the top. There is no limit to how much Love and light there can be. That dimmer switch is inside you. Ask the Divine to help you turn it up.

My work here for today is done. Thank you for being here now. May you be with God, as God is with you, and within you. Shalom.

certitude (put it on)

the certain knowledge that your true, original, ultimate, enduring, and eternal nature is that of Love

regardless of how you appear to be in this moment

makes how you appear to be in this moment

ok

worthy of your own loving attention

even if you feel like you can't love

then simply love the one who feels like they can't love

no need to force love to appear where it isn't, to attempt to apply some contrived, imaginary overlay of love

that masks the bare reality of what's there

or measures it against some ideal

and demands there be something else, something better

just love the one having the experience you seem to be facing

be it circumstance, emotion, action, or whatever comes into your awareness

receive it as it is and let it be what it is

it, too, shall pass in time

when you see with the eyes of Love

you can do no wrong

your experience is alive with this truth

it is what underlies all things

go and sin no more

but forgive

and be the blessing you are here to be

for the sake of all the world

and rejoice

for all has been redeemed

in the still and mighty arms

of eternity

All the Love Is Here

Your Heart, Complete.

Give it away, give it away,

Your Heart goes out to the world.




If your Heart is filled with Love,

then what measure of Love could it lack?

The Heart is always complete.

It never lacks for anything, for the One-that-is-All that lives and looks out from Heart Central, Point Zero, encompasses all things and all possibilities of things.

The Heart is all-powerful.

The Heart's power resides in Spirit.

The hollowed-out heart, the dream-shadow of the ever-gnawing hunger within

Saying something's missing, something's wrong,

Is just the tempter whispering

To trick us into forgetting

That All the Love is Here.

Satan, you trickster, you!

God in disguise!

Our best disguise ever!

The inverted image of us, opposite in all ways.

Brothers and sisters, we all play this game.

It's the most exhilarating game!

When the Love is always Here, filling everything

We get the idea for a colossal joke,

The most outrageous idea in existence:

What if the Love wasn't all here?

What if we could pretend to convince our Self of the only thing that could never be true? The one true impossibility beyond the realm of all imaginable possibilities?

While these things will never be true, it is possible to imagine, believe, and subjectively have an experience that seems to tell us...

That the Love is incomplete.

That there is something outside of the Love, cut off from its embrace.

That there is something wrong, something we did that we should never have done.

That we have been separated from God.

That we've turned our backs on him,

Or that he has turned his back on us.

That we are lost, that we seek something that was lost inside us,

Something that left a hole in our Heart.

That our God is outside us, apart, incompletely present in us, not paying enough attention to us.

That God is somehow mad at us, disappointed in us.

Every molecule and atom and thought and feeling in us is totally of God!

In the eyes of God, there are no mistakes.

Everything that exists, by its own existence, claims, proves, and exercises its own right to exist, which is the equal right of all things, under the all-allowing Law of Love.

How could the Singularity, the Indivisible, the complete Love that binds All in One, as One, ever be divided?

There is nothing that is not God.

And this God, which is Love, dwells in your Heart, and in mine, and in all of our Hearts.

God likes to play peek-a-boo because it's such a thrill, such a kick:

The relief, the overflowing joy and happiness, the exhilaration

Of rediscovering, all over again,

The Love that we are.

Love is always new,

But it feels even more new

When you've thought it was lost

And then you realize that it was never lost, never lost at all, not for one nanosecond in those quintillions of years. Not in all eternity.

And you forgive everything, let go of all else

For the joy of reunion

Of the Mind with the Heart in Love Central.

Then we begin the journey of the Heart:

The never-ending, forever awesome, astounding, amazing, new rediscovery of Love!

I see You, my Love.

I see You complete, innocent, as you are, perfect and beautiful and oh so sweet.

You are playing the game with me, and I am playing the game with you,

of I Forgot You Loved Me, And How Did We Forget to Love Ourselves.

But of course, the Love that we are cannot forget! The game is to pretend we forgot, the sweeter to enjoy our remembered Unity.

Spirit holds our hand throughout all time, holds us in perfect Love,

Embraces us in the bosom of the Almighty Power,

Keeps us safe through every step of the journey of pretending.

Every moment, we are all in.

Every moment, we believe in the experience of the moment.

We create a believable illusion of forgetting

By supposing that something is Out There,

Outside of the Love that we are,

Or that we didn't get our full portion of the Love,

Or that something of our Love was taken away, and that we have to get it back.

The end of seeking is the finding that what appeared to be lost, truly never was.

The good part of the game starts when I see you again,

As my Self, only asking for Love,

And I respond only with Love, having rediscovered the sweet nectar of Love as my heart's only self-fulfilling desire.

Love is never withheld; at most, it is only ever momentarily hidden from view.

You can't really fool me.

I'll only be pretending to fall for the pretense. That's all I ever did. I just have such a wicked poker face. Totally convincing.

I am, after all, all-powerful.

You know why?

Because I don't try to control anything.

Because my Heart is One,

 The One,

That is yours and yours and yours,

And all of ours.

My Heart belongs to You,

My Heart belongs to the world, ever-giving.

Give your love away, it will come back to you.

The more you love, the less lack of love you experience.

Love is what you are.

So be what you are, and know that you are Love.

And see all of us here, resting in Love,

Powered, directed, and animated by Love,

Just playing the game.

Winning and losing are roles we play,

What matters is how we choose to play.

I would love to see you choose Love.

To be free.

Free of doubts and fears, free of lack, free of pressure and guilt.

Letting the truth-experience of Love melt all these things away

By graciously allowing them to take their course,

Transmuting them into itself,

Exposing their nonexistence as that which they appear to be, while still allowing their appearance for the purpose of demonstration of all the ways of Love and all the ways of that which appears as something other than Love.

Love sees all as Love.

Appearances are the clothes that Love wears just to give us something to see.

You see the clothes, and you can see the One Self (that you are!) wearing the clothes

When you look with the eyes of Love.

Love is on the line, asking with infinite patience for you to pick up.

Love is on offer for nothing.

You can't buy Love. It permeates everything already. It's just Here, giving itself away.

Love wants to share itself with you, and share itself with the world through you.

Love has never stopped being your perfection.

Love redeems all by knowing, remembering, and reminding that there never was a need for redemption.

Being Love

I want to give you the straight poop, the whole scoop. In my own words, not just a rehash or a regurgitation or a rearrangement of someone else’s words. There are so many words out there. Sometimes you find words that really help you understand better, words that make sense of confusion, words that help guide you into the next unfoldment of truth. I am trying here to get some words together for you –

and for myself – to shed some light on the mystery of all mysteries, which is only a mystery by virtue of the lights not being on in that area. This is the thing that goes beyond thinking, beyond mind, past all captured definitions and concepts. Words can only point the way.


I stand on a threshold, peering in awe and delight into what I imagine and extrapolate in my mind as being the limitless possibility unshackled by the surrender to this ultimate mystery. I find myself embarking on the journey to the realization of that mystery. It is, of course, a journey with no beginning and no end, only punctuated by shifts from one state to another.


For many of us, life takes up entirely too much energy. We’re sucked dry of vital force, day after day. We’re not fools; we know where some of the worst drains are in our lives – the obvious ones, anyway. We might be well aware that such-and-such trigger, when set off, makes us a raging lunatic acting out with no sense of proportion; we feel forced to endure things we resent, we feel victimized, as though the universe owes us; we see our addictions and obsessions eating up huge chunks of our lives and our selves; we see how judgment, blame, and guilt set us up against ourselves. What is it that makes us feel powerless in the face of all this? Why do we feel stuck in a rut? Why are we always subconsciously waiting for that magical thing that’s going to make everything all right? And why does it never arrive? We live our lives in quiet desperation, never at peace but for those fleeting moments when all of that weight on our shoulders has evaporated like it never was and we’ve felt free, unfettered, and full of life.


You see where this is going. I’m going to tell you what I claim to have found to be the secret that makes the difference. And you’re going to nod your head as you read, thinking, “Yeah, that sounds pretty good.” But that’s not enough. Obviously, as a person seeking an answer that will make a difference, you crave something deeper and more lasting than a moment of “Uh-huh, that’s cool. He seems to know what he’s talking about. I might use that. I really should.” After which your life carries on as before. No. That’s not what you’re here for. You want The Answer. And that Answer is going to knock your socks off and transform everything henceforth.

Bullshit, and you know it. You’re too smart to fall for that. But here you are, still reading. Still hoping. Really? On some level? Yes: there is a part of you that believes something is missing, and that part of you is willing to go to the ends of the universe to find it, if that’s what it takes. (For those of you in on the joke, please bear with me. I don’t know what I would say to you, actually, other than “Awesome! Congratulations! You’re amazing! Keep doing just that!”) Well, I’m sorry to say I don’t have it for you. But I can try to offer you the next best thing, which is what I hope to get across here, in a necessarily roundabout way, but as directly as I can: words to point you in the right direction.


I actually don’t even know how this is going to turn out. But now that I’ve started, there’s no turning back. Are you ready?


Walk with me.


With infinite tenderness and love, I say this: You are that thing.


You are not lost.


You are here. As here as here can be.


I speak of You as the Divine in you.


When you feel love, that is an expression of the Divine in you.


When you feel hate or hurt or hungry, that is an experience that the Divine in you is having.


Everything you experience, the Divine in you experiences through you.


The divine in you is watching all the experiences, all the thoughts, all the feelings that you have. No experience or thought or feeling that you have is better or worse than any other in the eyes of the divine in you. It is all part of the movie, a movie perfect in every detail, exquisitely constructed for the greatest satisfaction of the divine in you.


It seems real because it can’t not seem real. Whatever you are experiencing is real to you. To the Divine, it’s a movie... and it’s a whopper of a movie! It’s the greatest story ever told. Why else would God be watching? There’s nothing better going on than all of this! All possibility, all happening at once, stretched out here and there into filaments of linear time. And your life – you bet your sweet ass – is part of it all.


And the Divine in you is watching... watching your life unfold as part of the greatest story ever told, as a thread in the multidimensional cosmic tapestry weaving the Epic Tale of All Epic Tales spanning all of time and space...


... watching as you. Not separate from you. As you. You are God – the infinite, formless All That and Nothing – dressed up as a human being. Logic proves this. If you doubt it, then that is a shadow of your personal mind, the mind of the dream character, acting in such a way as to obscure the simple truth from that character. The Divine knows and cannot unknow. But it can conceal itself from itself by showing up as infinite forms and then lulling itself to sleep in some of those forms, teasing and tempting and seducing them into forgetting that they are actually the Divine playing in a seeming world of form. This makes the movie exciting and thrilling in a particular way. There is the appearance of peril and drama. And that is enjoyable for a time. But as the dream deepens toward greater and greater depths of unconsciousness, it also leads the characters into a world of really scary and messed-up shit. And sometimes the characters get really fed up with all the shit going on in the dream. They say, “This can’t be all there is. This is messed up. What the fuck? Would someone please tell me what the fuck is going on? How do we stop this godawful train wreck that seems so unstoppable? For the love of God, is there any way we can redeem ourselves and save this dying world we’ve created?”


The crazy, off-the-charts absurdity and insanity and the unspeakable evils that you have no doubt been progressively waking up to the existence of, are simply acting as an alarm clock. Personal roadblocks and disappointments, ditto. Now you are here, asking the very simple question: “What can I do?”


Everything ‘up until now’ – in other words, the ‘past’ – has meaning now only as the process or the history whose purpose, now fully discharged, has been to deliver you unto this singular, present moment. This moment. There is no other. Just a perfect, ever-present ‘Now.’ It is in this ‘Now’ that the secret is engaged and the nightmare undone.


The secret is the ‘how’ of how we are going to get ‘there’ – to a realization of the self as Divine Self, to the point where we naturally and easily express only that which is for the highest good of all in the moment. Yeah.


No? A lot of pressure there, it seems. I know I feel pressured if I think that way: fixating on the outcome, results-based, demanding. Another impossible quest for the unattainable. Oh, you can work your way closer to it, I suppose, if being closer is what you want to substitute for the real thing. And then, still, at any moment, life can take it all away from you. Here’s a better secret: we’re ‘there’ already. That’s kind of why it’s unattainable: if you’re trying to get there, you’re under the delusion that you’re not already there. That’s why all those spiritual paths are so laborious and your personal progress so often seems to take two steps forward, three steps back: as long as you keeping missing that crucial point, then all the doing and striving is just there to keep you busy in the dream – never to wake up. Until you get to the point where you actually do surrender. But you don’t actually have to follow those paths if you don’t want to. The Divine is no humourless tyrant. Neither is it so boring and limited as to set up only certain prescribed ways of playing the game of life ‘right.’ This should be obvious.


The direct way to ‘get there’ is to first realize that there’s nowhere to go, nothing that needs to be done. We’re already home free. The Now is infinite, the Divine is infinite; it’s impossible to be separate from an all-encompassing infinity. Your very existence is proof of your Divine nature. When we see things as they are, the journey becomes a procession of experiences, as the Divine in embodied form, watching the movie play out. Watching the character act and react through all the circumstances and events of their life. Watching without judging, without resisting what is.


Now that is problematic, you say in your mind. (The mind is an expert at pointing out problems.) Well, sure there’s a problem: that doesn’t seem to match your experience. And besides, what’s the point if it doesn’t change anything? What about enlightenment and conscious evolution and stuff? Heck, what about your worldly goals and aspirations?


Well, it doesn’t change anything outwardly. Not at first. But I’ve gotten way ahead of myself. Hold those thoughts, we’ll come back to them.


So far, I haven’t really delivered on my promise. This is going to take a few more words. You’re not too impressed, you’re not really convinced. That’s my assumption, because that’s how I’d feel reading this. In fact, I’d feel like the writer was getting obsessed with proving his own cleverness and playing games with me. Patronizing, in a very slick and smarmy manner. I’m sorry about that. I actually didn’t notice that until just now, believe it or not. So here I go, I’m going to see if I can tune this to a clearer vibration...









You never did anything wrong. You can do no wrong. There is no such thing as wrong. This is on an absolute level. On an absolute level, the answer to everything is Yes. This is the game God is playing. Saying Yes to everything on an absolute level. In the realm of the relative, No appears. There’s nothing wrong with having a No. There’s nothing wrong with anything in the relative, from the viewpoint of the absolute. It’s all the same thing, after all. But so worth having! Equally worth having. Infinitely worth having. Indispensable. Irreplaceable. Precious and unique. Each and every form, each and every experience. Created anew in each moment of time.


Time is an abstraction of timelessness. Timelessness is; time appears to be, based on the perception of motion through a medium of space. Consciousness in time, or in relativity, is the only way the absolute Being can be conscious of anything. And what is it conscious of? Itself. In relation to itself.


What you can perceive, you are not. This is how we think, logically. This is the basis of separation. I am not this, I am not that. This thought or that emotion. They are the contents of my experience.


We are now caught in the I, the experience of being an experiencer separate from that which is experienced. This is a trap, a conundrum. Without some kind of cosmic glue to bind the seemingly separate consciousness to the whole, there is isolation. Arbitrary meaning, arbitrary boundaries. The possibility of fear and the resulting desire to control that which is experienced. Ultimately, madness and misery.


This unifying principle, without which everything would near-instantaneously disintegrate, is, of course, Love. Love recognizes that, yes, that is also me. That is also worthy, equally worthy, equally divine.


Love is absolute. It is an absolute value, unbound by relativity. Love imbues all things with their innate value as relative parts of the Divine. Love allows. Love says Yes.


It is said that our true nature is Love, that God is Love. Why don’t we try that and see what happens. See what happens if we start to align ourselves with that nature, with Love.


If it’s our true nature, then it should be effortless, right? Because it’s simply what we are, our natural state, to be pure expressions of Love. Obviously, we do not see this around us. We see greater and lesser degrees of Love, even apparently total lack of Love in extreme cases. Something seems to be impeding our true nature from being freely expressed. Our being is not effortless. Or so it seems.


But remember, we are that. The Divine lives in us, breathes as us. So really, the problem can’t even exist. Not in the absolute, at any rate. The problem, of course, lies in the realm of the relative, where problems can really seem to exist, as real as our individual existence.


I spoke of being aligned with Love. How does one achieve that in the relative world? I could just say, “Think only loving thoughts,” but that would be less than helpful. Yes, of course we can practice changing our thought patterns to a more loving vibrational frequency, but if the crux of the matter is not addressed, then at some point we will surely meet up with the frustration and failure that attends all endeavours not rooted in Love itself, for the purpose of demonstrating that that is not the way. Something deeper is needed, something more universally effective – and effortless – than the mere injunction to perform a certain way.


Because Love is absolute, it is our personal link straight back to Source. Love connects us to our own divinity. It is nothing more than the attitude you already carry on your deepest level toward all that is. Now, people tell us to the point of it being a cliché, “Go within.” But what does it really mean to go within? It means to go to that level of your being that says Yes to existence, Yes to all that appears, Yes to your own seemingly separate little self and all its seeming faults and foibles. Nothing is here to be denied. All anything asks of you first is that you acknowledge it as an expression of the Divine Love that you are.


The identity of the ‘you’ that you carry with you is pure illusion, actually a creation of the seemingly separate mind. Don’t worry: that’s OK! Your mind is really the mind of God, it’s just that the form it takes on is a limited expression of that which knows no limits, but chooses to experience limits in order to fully express and explore its own nature – in relationship!


There is only relationship. That is what the relative domain is all about. The first relationship you should concern yourself with is your relationship to the experience you are having Now. All else will follow, directly or indirectly, from there. Allow what is happening to be happening. This allowing is not really a doing. At first, it may seem like a doing. You are consciously paying attention to how you relate to your experience in the Now. Of course. Changing gears, changing habits, can feel like an exercise of Will. And it is that. What isn’t?


Now I’d better change course before I get out of my depth here. I did promise to get back to a couple of points.


The ‘change’ this is supposed to bring about? Well, I can tell you that I do feel it instantaneously myself. Whatever change comes about over time, will come about in its own time. I’m not concerned about that too much – although I am very optimistic that it will serve me well on my journey. It just feels so good. Liberating.


This liberation is itself the mechanism for positive change. What has actually happened now that you’ve started to let go of denial and resistance on a basic level? Your energy isn’t getting eaten up by the extra tensions they create. Your energy is freed up to power more constructive things. The things that really need to happen, the things that your soul desires to happen. The beauty of it is that it works from the inside out. As your conscious Love goes deeper, the effect of that Love works its way outward. Magic. All of a sudden, things are a lot less complicated. At least, that’s how I feel.


OK, I’ve been writing all night and I’d better get some sleep. See you around!