The “search” most embark on is more of an attempt to return to the safety and security of the mythological garden where all is provided and mother, father, and angels stand guard over you. Peace and plenty, no toil or labor, lion aside the lamb, and milk and honey to your heart’s content, e.g., “safety” is the search. You may find some safety and security in such a search, but you will never really know what YOU are. That requires the “thistles and the thorns” living ensures. As “myths” go, Adam and Eve were not cast out of the garden – they were cast into it.
Your life is your garden, and it is full of treasure, only hidden by your thoughts of something else. Let go of the security of “home” that once was, and you will find that YOU never left.
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
What you think of yourself, regardless of grandiosity, power, strength, or humility, does not come close to what YOU are for the simple reason that your mind, where all thought originates, is incapable of thinking that big. Descriptions or labels, such as “infinite,” eternal,” even “I AM,” are limited by your mind’s definition of those terms and inability to comprehend the unknowable, making any definition of you little more than denigration. What YOU are, underneath anything you “think” is unspeakable; therefore, your silence, in every way, is as close as you will ever get to knowing. Shhhh…, there YOU are.
Bozebits
The illusion underlying all we think is real is that infinity leaves nothing out and contains everything we believe is new or has yet to be done. Do you see? “There is nothing new under the sun,” as the saying goes, meaning there is nothing past and nothing future but only the isness of the present moment, and within this moment all that “was” is, and all that is to come is here now, along with you who thinks otherwise.
You can freely leave the present, but only in your mind, and at the cost of “knowing” the infinite of which YOU are. That is, YOU are boundless, and that’s just inexpressible because infinity is unknowable. Embrace yourself, and you embrace everyone, everything, and the heavens sing!
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.
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You are not your body, mind, or anything else you think or have heard otherwise, and the intellect of all humans combined will never know or describe what it is YOU are outside all intellectual constructs. Do you see? YOU stepped into human form for no other reason than YOU could and did, and as important as you believe this experience to be, in the grand scheme of things, which YOU are the author of, it isn’t. Lots and lots of stuff is the content of living, but it is not the makeup of “what YOU are,” in the eternities.
Outside all you think essential and relevant in human experience, hearing the whisper of “what YOU are” is the engine of infinity and awareness that YOU are the creative center of all that is. Know that “YOU” and you will know only love’s embrace, that is, YOUR embrace.
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
The new-age notion of surrounding yourself with others like you or finding those who vibrate at your level is discrimination and prejudice. It is your ego’s judgment of another, in modern terms, that makes it seem okay. It’s not! You can be the caring hands, the loving voice for another who is not like you, and integrate them into your heart. Who knows, they may take you into theirs. But you can’t be the voice for everyone who is like or unlike you. That makes you nothing more than another voice screaming with all the others while the “one” you could love and embrace now is without your light (vibration) and you without theirs.
Your ego is most deceptive when the collective noise of discrimination screams the loudest. Don’t join in. There’s plenty of noise already, but there are too few of those who aren’t screaming to embrace the “ones” who need only you to love them. Loving those unlike you is a “high” vibration!
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.