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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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The Fine Mist

Happiness is the last, great illusion to crumble before we accept our Truth.

Happiness is a fine mist that covers our Vision.  There is no way to sustainably grasp it.  The wisps we catch evaporate before they solidify.

There is a burden attached to finding this happiness.  We often do not notice it until it begins to break apart our understanding of the world.  Usually, when an ultimate goal or dream is achieved and we are left empty and hollow, then the whispers of Truth grow louder.

We have no business being happy.

We have every right to be free.

Whatever we choose each day defines our spiritual goals.  Each choice has its wisdom.  Each way leads to Love.

Choose the one that makes you whole in the moment.

It is okay to choose happiness.  Truth does not ask you to let go of something you want.

Truth does not ask anything of you.

You only have to ask yourself what feels most True.

Choose that.

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Home

When our roots are shaken, what remains is more True.

Life presents us with newness to remind of us of the eternal.

With sameness we are complacent and never question what our eyes see before us.

Our eyes report only illusions.

We may not be able to hold an answer our eyes can recognize, but fear not.

Our heart will know.

As true as the air we breathe, our dreams rest in safety.

All the way Home.

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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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A Tiny Spark

There comes a time on the path to enlightenment where we might question the progress.

We wonder if this feeling of standing still means that we have lost the Way entirely.

There is no need for worry.

In stillness as in motion, we are always where we need to be.

It is only when we begin judging ourselves or the path, that our journey slows considerably.

This is the trick of self-preservation.  The small self would rather indulge in defining the path and deeming it less-than or more-than instead of flowing towards freedom.

When we allow ourselves to get lost in the flow, less-than and more-than things still appear to happen, but we remain suspended in peace as we let these experiences pass through our awareness untouched by judgment.

But, if we must qualify our Light-minding ways to Knowing, we can hold tight to this truth:

“A tiny spark of willingness is all that is needed to embody Peace.”

You have done more than you know.

You have done more than was needed.

Rest well, fellow traveler.  The path needs us not, as we are the path.

We are the Way.

We are the Light.

Now go set the world ablaze.

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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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Beauty is Nigh

I have been climbing this mountain for a while now.  The path is uncertain and jagged rocks claw at my boots causing countless falls.

I am covered in dirt.

I am tired.

Yet, I keep going, keep pushing.  I am bound to break through to the light.

Hard work means success.

Hard work means success?

Why do I not see the progression?

Where is the top?  Is it buried in the clouds?  Will it never lend itself to me?

I have to keep going.

Think positive.  Be brave.  Keep moving towards the light.

My legs ache with exertion, my back caves into the pressure.  I am not sure how much further I can go.

In my tired confusion my eyes skim an upturned root a second too late.   I crash face first into the mud-covered path.  Pain sears through my skull as it connects to the ground beneath me.

I am jolted to a dead-stop.

Fear immediately washes over me.  No one has ever given me permission to quit.  All the heroes’ journeys are about motion.  Movement.  Doing.  Slaying. Fighting for your Life.

What about a journey that stops right in the middle?

Did I fail?

Am I a failure?

I give up completely.

The pain is too great to continue.

I have nothing more to give as this path has robbed me of my hope.

I flip myself over and sit squarely upon the very root that upended me.

My head tilts forward as the tears begin to catch at my feet, mingling with the puddles and earth below me.

Out of the corner of a tear-stained eye, I notice movement. A cardinal flutters nearby.  The bright red punctures the landscape with truth.

Once my eyes affix to it, she gently floats away so my gaze aligns with the path behind us.

All I see is beauty.

All I am is beauty.

The light filters in through the towering pines that flank the pathway.  This light dapples and dances across the greenery before us.

As I soak in the majesty around me, I understand that the only fear I was running from was my own.  This fear masked a deep, guarded pain that I keep hidden by always moving.

I have to stop running.

It is time to be still.

The only thing running gets you is tired.

Beauty is already here.

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Truth Sparkles

It is perfectly ok to polish the externals of your life until they shine.

Shiny things are pretty.

They also use their speckles of light to catch your attention and move you away from your Home.

Home is where all things are equal.

There is nothing to shine.

There is nothing to be.

There is nothing to do.

Truth sparkles on its own accord.

 

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As a personal self, I am very invested in the success of my words as they show up in the world.  This over-investment in outcomes weighs so heavily on me sometimes my pen becomes too heavy to lift to the paper.  This is when my fear wins and the words stay cloaked inside me and they do no good for anyone.

First things first, I have to honor my personal self’s investment in her writing success.  She was taught over and over in endless ways that what she does is more valuable than who she is.

I have to forgive her for that and then push her forward.  She has to push through rejection, countless unpaid projects and often deafening silence that greets her soul-baring essays.

There is a lot of noise in resistance.

Once I have pushed her through all of that we come to a place of purity where the words flow and heal the writer.

I do not know if she will ever let go of succeeding, but I never want that to impede the true purpose of her writing….

to heal herself.

If we only meet ourselves in the world, then any healing she finds in herself will lead all of us together further down the path of our Great Awakening.