Where Are You Now?

     The great thing about learning spiritual truths through direct conscious contact with the "now" is that you don't have to be particularly intelligent to do so.  All you need to do is keep pulling your attention back into the present, when you notice it getting too involved in thoughts that have nothing to do with your present state of being.  Just as you would flip a light switch on to illuminate a room; you would switch your "now consciousness" back on to see where you are now.  Try it!  Where are you now?

"Change as an Aspect of Oneness"

     Things in our world seem to change because transformation is a permanent aspect of reality, at least as we view reality through the lens of linear time.  We are both verb and noun, so to speak.  Two aspects of one existence.  Verb and noun.  Force and object.  The oneness of true essence is radiated outward as an illusion of duality.  This duality is really just two simultaneous “aspects” of that oneness.  Verb and noun, force and object, we perceive as a linear flow through time instead of a timeless eternal singular event.  Driving a mile on the highway is a singular event in the “now” but we perceive it as a linear process taking place through time, because we have been taught to organize our sensory data in sequential steps, one step following another.

"Surrendering the Ego"

Is surrendering the ego to higher consciousness suicide?
Answer: No. It is eliminating sickness from the spirit.
What happens to the spirit after this?
It remembers infinity.

"Love's Endless Modes"

     Good morning, My Love.  I love you with a strength that will outlast the universe.
     I know that is a lot to say.  But I believe love is something that makes the universe, not something that is made by the universe.  This puts love at the core of everything.  But not only at the core.  It is the body of everything.  But not only the body.  It is the dreams of everything.  It is the only true substance existing.  So any manifested reality is an expression of love.
     And therefore eternal.
     When two lovers look at each other, love looks at love.  Love looks at itself, in the you and the me.  Love is the only thing in existence.  All other things are stories love makes for infinite purposes to give infinite expression to itself.  Dramas are acted by love on a stage made by love.  Dreams are made by love on beds made of love.
     It forgets things on purpose so that it can feel the joys of discovery.
     Love makes music out of sunlight and sunlight out of music and puts it into nested eggs to hatch the freedom of birds in flight.
     Love allows logic and it allows illogic.  It is above both and expresses itself through both.  It allows the real and allows the unreal.  It is above both and gives freedom to both.
     Love is freedom and its domain is miracle.  Love can do anything.
     Love lets us fool ourselves because it knows we will return to truth when it is ready for us to come home.
     I would like to say of myself that I have always felt comfortable in the belief that we will all be reunited with our maker eventually.  As a matter of fact, I have always known that we are already fully united with the ultimate and separated only in thought, in faulty thinking, which will completely clear up one day.  This has never been a matter of urgency for me personally.
     What has been urgent for me is reuniting with you!  I know we are both headed to the same wonderful place.  But I want us to get there hand in hand.

Doris Day - Que Sera Sera

The flame must burn to illuminate

"The Garden of Love"

Three buzzards with onyx eyes unfold.
Those black eyes reflecting gold.
I sludge through garbage beneath their tree.
They laugh at my efforts and smirk at me.

I get lost and confused.  My heart is used.
Again I climb the Yin-Yang tree.
A buzzard hands an apple to me.
I bite, under eyes of ice.
Darkness descends.

A new story begins.
Eyes of onyx laughing at me
from the limbs of the Yin-Yang tree.

Sol's golden rays begin
new days of growths and decays.
Thus goes my first, second,
third, fourth, and fifth stay.

Suddenly a shuffling begins.
 People enter isles with their friends.
They think it’s the end.
But it’s the way new nightmares begin.

The buzzards snicker and smirk with glee.
They continue to ridicule me.
Onyx eyes screech hatred from their tree.
They tear and smirk and scratch at me.

Credits roll, a sickening scroll,
voice after voice, bemoaning the toll.
The doors swing wide.  An explosion of light.
I cover my eyes to Sol's sheer might.
 
Buzzards laugh from the tree in delight.
They glare with eyes of black ice.

Sol disappears down western sky.
Tender stars see me cry.
Cool dark I see, suddenly,
my angel spreading arms to me!

My soul! My heart!  I so adore!
This vision, I beg for more!

“Come now, my Sweet,” her melody,
“Leave the tree and come to me.”
“Such Yin-Yang fruits should never be,”
her melody comforts me.

“Such poisonous thoughts are not for you,
“but for onyx eyes playing the fool.”

(Shoo!  Shoo! You buzzards!  I say true!
Yin-Yang poisons grow just for you!)

“Come, now, my Love, my Darling Dove.
“And live with me in the Garden of Love."

"Yesterday's Long Walk"

     Yesterday's long walk was meditative.  Most of it, like dreams, cannot be translated into normal physical existence.  But I remember talking (or sermoning) to you, as I walked mile after mile, talking about the microbial size of human beings, and all their universe relative to them, this compared to all that we living souls really are composed of as conscious beings stretching infinitely back beyond the genesis of this brief and fleeting moment of our human beingness mode of experience, and also stretching infinitely far beyond the future of this fleeting mode into endless existences to come.

     And our one love shared by our dual aspect, which is but one facet of our love, we remain together through it all!  Always!  We are what we are always, eternally, two souls expressing one love indestructible and eternal.

     We are that, Christel!  This is what I experienced, what we experienced, in our long walk beside the airport yesterday.

     I love you, Honey Bun.

"Divine Incarnation"

     We don't need scheduled practices to spread our spiritual wings.  Schedules are rooted in time.  Be spontaneous.  Fly. Fly high!  Fly free!

     A divine thing the angels bring.  A smile so adoring.  Give one to an old woman in her wheelchair, her childlike stare.  Make that dear angel's morning.

     And the man standing next to her, so loyal and adoring.  Smile at him also, for from both pure love is flowing.

     Such is not a scheduled practice but a spontaneous act of love, a river of divine light given freely from above.