“How does this serve me?” Have you ever asked the question? “This,” whatever “it” happens to be, is your mind asking why life happens to you and how it happening benefits you. Underneath all questioning, what YOU are is the only real question worth having an answer to. Do you see?
Life doesn’t ask questions because YOU are the only question and its subsequent answer. In other words, life lives YOU, not for you. YOU are the infinite, out of which all that is finite proceeds, and life, however it manifests, is just passing through, YOU. Wave it on and smile as it passes. YOU are all it’s got, and it loves you for it.
Bozebits
Encounters with friends, acquaintances, family, doctors, employers, teachers, leaders, etc., typically take the form of an idea that you are something you think they think you are. However, at that moment of first thought, you cease being what you are. From there, the dance of the unreal begins!
You are likely so good at the transition that you don’t even notice it happening. We all are. It’s almost as if we have a role to play in a play of our own making whose ending is scripted, well-rehearsed, and perfectly timed!
Act 2: “You are what you think” only has relevance in human affairs, and while you can’t “not” be human, you can stop “thinking” like one. The unassumed is the best role in the only play that’s real. You’re “real” when you no longer know, consciously or unconsciously, the plot. Mysteries are just more interesting anyway!
Bozebits
As long as you have “reasons” to remember, you cannot forgive. Life is an incomprehensible, irrevocable mystery, perfectly formed and flawlessly executed. It is without memory or consequence, and the only glimmer you will ever have of its nature is to forgive all you have strapped to its performance. That is, remember nothing and no one you hold to account.
What you cannot forgive makes you unforgivable, but life lives you regardless. It’s just more enjoyable when your reasons for misery no longer exist. You did what? I don’t remember!
Bozebits
Perception, coupled with language, is dreams forged in the unreal, the non-existent. Un-coupled with language, perception stops time but lasts forever. Suspend narratives and see.
Bozebits
Awareness “knows” no truth. You see, it doesn’t need to. “It” already is, all that is. You, me, anyone, everyone attempting to define awareness is not the truth, but rather the tainting of it. Eyes open to truth are, simply, open.
Bozebits
You are entangled with all that is, regardless of its distance or time from you, negating attraction, philosophy, psychology, religion, and politics altogether. It’s not about your mind and its most grand imaginings, the goodness of your intentions, your caring heart. It’s YOU enwrapped in a universal soup that streams the infinite. YOU are the flavor of life; when you’re not “present,” it loses its taste.
Bozebits
You gain nothing in this life, believing you existed in another and will exist in yet another after this one. If all of you is not in play, here and now, you’re not “here,” and you’re not “now.” You already know this. You are missed when you’re somewhere else. Fantastic day, right where YOU are!
Bozebits
It is a fallacy to assume you “see people as they are.” At best, you only see what you think, which is always wrong. What is not a fallacy is that what you think of others is the small, constant leak of your power and never-ending connection to the unreal. In other words, you cannot know “what YOU are” if you think you possess the mental tools to know someone else.
Life moves without reason or opinion, and its power is vast enough for all that is, whether you get it or not. However, it will elude you entirely if you think you actually “get it.” Stopping your leakage means containing the thought that you have the unique ability to see the leaks in others. All that leakage—what a mess! Do some cleanup on yourself.
Bozebits
The cost of awareness is your certainty, knowledge, beliefs, hopes, dreams, etc., which is far too high for most to pay. After all, illusion provides some semblance of safety, comfort, and security, so the “search” for something else is a search for “more” of the same, e.g., no search at all. It’s no different than paying a therapist to make you crazier.
If your so-called “search” does not upset every sensibility you possess, every single thing you think you know, you’re skipping down a road, “adding to” your illusion. Reality is unfixed, ambiguous, and upside down from anything you think it should be, and its only promise is that life, in all its forms, is mysterious, dangerous, unsafe, but wondrous in every way. In simple terms, “less (of all you think) is (really) more.”
Bozebits
Compassion extends beyond your concern for another’s pain, loss, or suffering. Its most generous outreach is when you give way to the reality that you can do nothing to ease it. It is there that you are whole, which others can embrace while letting go.