Bozebits

Nothing exposes ego like another ego. “I am right, and you are wrong” is the battleground for ego, and it is always a battle. Even if placation is used to lower tension, e.g., “we’ll just have to agree to disagree.” If you find yourself in that field, you’ve been exposed. Not to worry, however, we’ve all been exposed! There is no right, and there is no wrong except the side that you happen to be on, in which case you are wrong. Ego’s checkpoints are: Are you speaking or gesturing? Are you thinking, imagining, or dreaming? Are you engaged in all other forms of communication, including writing? All of these are fraught with ego.

I know, I know, I’m in trouble, but you don’t have to be. Checking your ego regularly avoids many unnecessary and silly battles.

Bozebits

The “beyond” is full of dreams and hope, faith, beliefs, fantasy, imagination, and myriad wonders your mind fabricates to supersede the real which YOU have already, wholly, created. Come back to beauty; that is the unimagined, the unsought, and unreal, and let unspeakable mystery fill you.
Nothing is more real than you standing amidst your creation, IT oozing your essence, your peace, and your love. And best of all, it’s real, and it costs you not a single thought. YOU gave us this day; enjoy the giving, and we, the created, are endlessly grateful.

Bozebits

Consciousness is just another thing co-opted by your ego that it can have more of than someone else and feed its need to be right and everyone else wrong. It comes with a scale you can use to judge yourself and others, which fuels its condescending nature. “Is your consciousness ‘raised’ to the level of someone you look up to in spiritual, social, psychological, or intellectual circles? No? “Well, you’d better work on that,” or “you can get there too.” Do you see? The modern-day love affair with consciousness is coupled to “rules” no different than the varying rules of philosophical, political, and religious institutions that make you better only because you know the rules. There are no rules of consciousness. There are no rules at all. If we are one, then we are all one consciousness, and no part of it is better or worse than any other. There simply are no parts.
Raising consciousness is condescension. That is “raising ego,” and that is not a way to spirituality or awareness. Being married to “what is” with love and reverence makes you aware, but never “better.”

Bozebits

Hope for the future is not the desire for something altogether new; instead, it is the secret wish that the good remembered either return or grow in dimension, e.g., more of the same. Present thoughts that steer you into fantasy and desire are nothing more than a virtual life, e.g., fiction. A movie version of what isn’t with which you can avoid what is. You are what you think” is a myth. You are what you are, and “what you are” is rooted in the field of “what is,” and it contains no thought or fantasy, hope, belief, or desire. Thoughts cannot undo YOU, but they can mask YOU in make-believe.
When it comes to YOU, if you are “thinking” it, it just ain’t so. There is always more to YOU than you think. So stop thinking and see.

Bozebits

Your opinion matters least of all in human affairs. What you know, believe, trust in, or hope for is no prize and might even be considered a joke. What you don’t know shows up as humility, kindness, reverence, and compassion. Not words or thoughts; just tenderness. Now there’s a prize! Love expresses most clearly when the ghosts of opinion are not haunting you. Speak less, love more. It’s that simple.

Bozebits

You cannot hate for “no” reason. The very nature of hate is so-called reason brewed in a cauldron of beliefs, conjecture, points of view, and ideology. Some would say love’s opposite is hate or fear, but it is not so because love is an essence indistinguishable from any “other” known source. Like the sun, love shines on and caresses all opinions, divisions, judgments, you or anyone else has. If you hate or fear, you have a reason; if you love, you don’t. You don’t act out of love; you love, and acts form from its nectar. Love is sweetness without the sweetener. Go crazy, sprinkling it!

Bozebits

Truth interpreted ceases to be true. The application of conjecture, which is the only thing your mind is capable of, sullies truth in innuendo and judgment. “What YOU are” reaches out in silence and offers compassion where noise and drama scream with other screamers. The quiet knows only love’s embrace and extends it to all who listen, not with ears, but hearts. Ears hear only noise; hearts know truth. Let your heart be the only listener and its silence the only words you speak.

Bozebits

If the side you take doesn’t include all sides, you’re on the wrong side. Love has no spoils, colors, creeds, religion, or division. In other words, the only side to love is just love.

Bozebits

You cannot play catch-up with what you define as wrongdoing. Especially, long past wrongdoing. Reparation is an incalculable burden that, whether you experienced it yourself or ancestral, does not exist, and that which does not exist has no need for repair nor could it. Forgiveness is the past forgotten. Only your mind keeps your “teeth on edge,” and fuels the flames of nonexistent memories. You are free only when your mind “cleans up” the fiery mess it holds on to. It’s the surest way to your own inner peace.

Bozebits

Attempting to make sense of the past is little more than fodder for the creation of fiction. That is, we make stuff up about why things happened as they did and the great lessons, learnings, and insights they led to. We say things like “the past made me what I am today,” even though what YOU are is not fiction, nor are you the accumulation of any experiences whatsoever. Do you see?
Files in the file cabinet do not make a file cabinet. Remove the files, and the file cabinet still is a file cabinet. It just is, as are YOU, and nothing you hold on to or make up about what’s in the files (cabinet), or what you think you have learned from them, will alter the reality of you being YOU without history, meaning, or purpose. “Now” is rich with the fullness of emptiness, and it beckons you to fill it with mystery, unfettered by memory. No fiction could enrich you more.