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Choices

Every day life presents us with a choice.  But first, we have to acknowledge this choice exists.  This realization could happen in an instant or take years of dismantling our beliefs.

Either way, the choice exists and when we are ready, we must select the one that fits us best.

This is simple but our minds may not be ready to see it as so.

I finally see the choices clearly.  One has me part of the world, fighting each day for peace in my heart.  The other holds the stairs that will transcend me beyond the world.  If I remain in the fight, it will appear I am not alone.  If I choose the stairs, it will appear I am completely alone.

The choices are real, but the assumptions I have about them are false.

The stairs hold True Connection.  The world holds everything else.

Either choice does not fit me.

Both break my heart in different ways.

I am not ready to choose.

I am adrift in my indecision.

All I am ready to do is honor my confusion.

So, I sit at this bend in my spiritual road and rest for a while.

All decisions in the world symbolically reflect exactly where I am.  If you are tired and you are confused, come and rest with me for a while.

We will wait here together.

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No Turning Back

It may or may not be true that self-identification is falling away for me.

To this self, it appears so.

I certainly have experienced the Dream of the World in a way that cannot be articulated.

For many years I believed my experience was solitary.  Then, as the suffering of seeing illusions everywhere I looked overwhelmed this self’s logic, I started to find my experience in the words of the great wisdom teachers before me.

Every time I find a collection of words that reflects the Oneness I feel, my soul rejoices in this recognition.

I cannot say this has made the process easier, but it has made me feel less alone.

These words are what carry me through the tunnel of the unknown.

I hope my words carry you when you need it most.

Am I afraid?

Of course.

Do I wish for my experience to be different?

Every day.

The one absolute Truth is, I cannot turn back.

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The Summit

My fate was determined before I even began.  I thought the path was winding, but it was not.

I have climbed the mountain.  I have arrived.

Everything is exactly as it was before.  The only difference is my perception.

The shift is complete and it is permanent.

There is no going back now.

I have yet to find peace here at the summit of The Mountain.  I am not ready for peace.

First, I must say goodbye to all the old ways of thinking.

I must let go of thinking.

All in due time.

It is not up to me to determine when the transformation is complete.

If I am here and I am writing these words, it means more transformation is coming.

It is inevitable.

Now, later or somewhere in between, that is where you will find me.

In search of a peace that is available to all but is ever elusive.

The more I reach, the more it recedes from the periphery.

So, I rest in a quiet uncertainty grateful that I am even walking this journey at all.

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Courage is Contagious

What can change teach us?

Look around.

What is the same?

From one instant to the next the world pulses its transformation through us more quickly than a mind can process.

Every cell, every atom moving with energy to appear solid and true.

Nothing is static.

All things in a perpetual state of becoming.

That is why attachment to the outer world can leave us feeling empty.

If we know for certain that tomorrow will be different from today, where do we anchor ourselves?

Where does a wandering heart find solace?

What is true?

What is Truth?

If we are able to look within and began to answer these questions, life becomes more stable.

It’s as if by accepting that everything is false we finally come to know once and for all, Love is the only Truth that matters.

With this knowledge tucked in our pockets, we are safe.

And, courage washes over us, through us and around us.

Courage is contagious.

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Nothing Was the Same

Dawn crept through the curtains and stirred her to wakefulness.  The haze of sleep clung to her and made her forget, at least for a second or two, that nothing was the same.

In a rush that left her breathless, she remembered.

Her world was like an upside-down snow globe that shook with fury.  She could not right herself no matter how hard she tried.

Nothing was the same.

Where she lived, who she knew and even the sky above her kept changing and swirling.

Whatever she grasped left as quickly as it arrived.

Nothing was the same.

Her heart burst open to the newness that surrounded her every breath, her every step.

Life was transforming for her.  Life was leading her to a brighter awareness.  One that relied less on things not changing and more on the things that do.

Change made her wary but it also made her strong.

She was not ready to see her rebirth in those first rays of the morning sunlight.  She only could accept that nothing was the same.

She snuggled down deep into the folds of her bedclothes and made a promise to herself.

If the snow globe that contained her life needed to unfurl in unexpected ways, she would not judge where or how the pieces settled.

All she had to do was let them do so without interference.

Her fate was no longer hers.

She exhaled.

That was all she could do.

 

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The Rising Tide

Imagine sitting in a small rowboat as it fills with water.

The water is our fear.

We cup our hands into it and toss it away again and again.

Is it any wonder that we are hurting and tired?

Sometimes, we think those with less water in their boats are more frightening than the water itself.

So what do we do?

We attack them with our words and our deeds.  We try to shame them into having the same amount of fear/water we possess.

There comes a time when our arms tire from all the fearful judgments we fling outward.  Our minds then fuzz over with exhaustion from trying to sink everyone but ourselves.

What happens then?

Do we then sink?  Or, do we rise up with the tide and let Love carry us?

Maybe consider Love today.

It will carry us through no matter how deep the water.

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She Is the Sky

Through a lifetime, the person I believed I was walked through the world alone.  There was something about her that did not belong.  It was as if a wall of thick ice surrounded her.

This chill kept others away.

She became a great pretender.  She had many stretches where she used her intuitive empathy to emulate those around her.  She could suspend herself in this false belonging, but only for short bursts.

When these illusions crumbled, she was once again left with that cold block of soul she lugged around.  She carried it to many corners of the world hoping belonging would find her there.

After years of listless wandering, the cold began to overtake her.  No matter what she did to warm herself, her heart remained frozen until one day it shattered completely.

She stood in the middle of the craggy shards of who-she-used-to-be and believed she was lost forever.

Years went by and she remained lost.

Years.

Without her knowledge, a drastic change had occurred.  While she still always felt cold and continued to repel others, it did not matter as much to her.

Along the way, because life had broken her so much, she had given up the pretending.  This meant more illusions of belonging had to fall away from her life, but what remained was solid and true.

As she let go of wanting to be loved by many, she also began to let go of the solid and true few that loved her as she was.

To her relief, they stayed close.

Every day she celebrates the love that shows up to find her.

Every day she works to release her expectations of what that love should look like.  Not surprisingly, she always has enough.

She always had enough, but she could not see it.  Not while she focused on belonging where she did not.

Where she stands now, she is everything all at once.

She is fire and ice.  She is light and dark.

She is the sky.

She is hope.

She is no one.

She is all of us.

She is You.

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