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.
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There is so much going on right in front of us, but we look back at what happened in a previous, nonexistent moment and parse, dice, and second-guess what could have or should have been said or done after the fact when it no longer matters. Do you see? That meeting with your boss, where you could have said this, other than that, the discussion with friends about world affairs and the point you were trying to make would have been better stated had you expressed it another way. That scarf you knitted would have been nicer had you thought of doing it another way, which you hadn’t thought of while doing it, the golf shot that would have been closer to the target had you only used this or that club, etc. “If only” is unreal, and to recount and rehearse what “might have been” will not improve anything you do now, including some learning you think will benefit you in the nonexistent future.
Living in the present does not give you a second chance to “get it right” in some well-rehearsed future moment. It just gives a brand new, fresh, clean moment, and whatever your performance is now is always perfect until you take it apart “after the fact.” Don’t take it apart! Smile at your dalliances with life and get engaged with what is right now. Life is not a performance-driven affair. It’s just fun if you let it be fun. You can’t fail, so let it go.
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There is no fixing what isn’t, and the past or future just isn’t. The obsession with altering the past or somehow setting into motion future events does little more than take you out of present moment awareness that is spacious enough to hold everything and love sufficient to touch eternity. Do you see? What you are is lost in constantly relived and retold stories that are not real and futures that will never take form. There is nothing to rebuild, nothing to be achieved when at this moment, all that could ever be, is. You cannot love what isn’t; you can only fantasize that you can.
The infinite gives birth to all that presently is, but it rests upon the shoulders of its creator, e.g., YOU. In other words, Love is YOU kissing eternity with infinite hands that never reach backward or forward, and it is never burdensome. Behold your day; it is, after all, YOURS.
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Those who continuously look outward for safety, comfort, and answers to their minds’ fears, suffering, and travails, never seem to notice the stone they trip over. It is easy to point “out there” while nursing your bruised and stubbed toes, but until you see the stone you trip over as an obstacle, you place in your path, you are going to have sore feet for a long time. Every single thing, person, institution, etc., you denigrate, revile, and curse, is you kicking stones with bare feet with the silly expectation that looking beyond them is, somehow, stepping over them. Your feet tell you otherwise.
Simply, anything, anyone that turns your love into hate, anger, or sadness is not worth your reaction to it. Love, in any circumstance, is non-negotiable.
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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.”
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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.
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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.
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Collective consciousness is “out there,” and if you feed it, you are its “monkey.” That is, not unlike your own “monkey mind,” screeching and howling to a constant beat, whether you consider it good or annoying, plays into the field of what new agers call the collective. And the collective mind is no different than the individual mind, e.g., egoic. Look at the side you’re on in any collective cause, and its only theme is your cause is the right one, and everyone else is wrong. Your added voice-only fuels the already noisy, vitriolic rhetoric spewed at those whom you and your collective consider wrong.
Love loves without condescension, judgment, or moral superiority, and always with transparency. It has no ego and, therefore, cannot be joined to a collective ego. We are witnesses to a lot of ego in the “collective,” but it is not the collective that is sick. It is you and me and anyone (everyone) who takes a side and forsakes love in doing so. Love it all, including “us” and especially “them,” or be another monkey in an endless, unwinnable, clamor for rightness. Isn’t there enough noise without adding yours? Besides, the “quiet” is so lovely.
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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!
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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.