THE THOUGHT I WOKE UP WITH #88

I’m in Love

You know what the best representation, the best symbol, for Earth love is, dear reader?

It’s Valentines Day!

Yessir, it is. Valentine’s Day fits all the criteria. It’s easy, fun, predictable, noncommittal, highly commercial, no one dares question the motives, it fits all tastes and budgets- it’s all right there, love on a stick.

Yes indeed, you can plan that thing any way you like, slice it, dice it and mix it like a beggars stew and still come up smelling roses. AND, you get bragging rights for the next twelve months.

You buy a card, spring for dinner, say I love you, have great, or not so great, sex and feel good about yourself in the morning. Not to mention that cleansed of guilt feeling because you’ve done the right thing. Valentine’s Day, the slow release love that lasts year around.

“Hey! What you mean I never say I love you? What about last Valentine’s Day? That was like, what? Six months ago?”

“11 months ago, you schmuck.”

“Oh … well, six, 11 … what’s it matter. It was love. Love lasts, or don’t you think so?”

Then there’s the love that one experiences on a different level.

The love that doesn’t depend on a specific date, cards, candy, motel room with a spa, or the associated hoopla. This is the  everyday love,  you could call it. The kind that understands the need for, and supports, each individual to work on their own release from the bonds of ego, bonds of Valentine days, mothers days, fathers days and nasal hair days.

The kind of love that one doesn’t fall in and out of. The love in which the self and the other are equal in every way.

Until tomorrow,

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THE THOUGHT I WOKE UP WITH #88

THE THOUGHT I WOKE UP WITH #87

Lovely Baggage … where’d ya get it?

You see a refined couple lugging top brand, designer luggage. You know, the kind that costs more than your average Joe earns in six months.

Immediately behind them you see another couple dragging a matching set of bags and suitcases from the two dollar shop.

What’s the difference, apart from cost and appearance; the two dollar shop ones look better, maybe? Other than that, nothing, no difference. Both couples are lugging weight they can’t let go of for fear of losing something prized.

And so it is with emotional baggage. Everyone comes into a situation, a relationship, carting their own weigh-me-downs, their own well earned mental blocks. There are no exemptions; be it him and him, her and her or him and her, if you’re human, you got baggage.

Some package it differently, hide it behind lipstick and smiles, overbearing confidence, lack of confidence, silk ties, designer jeans and Italian shoes, big cars and even bigger houses. Or the facade is success, failure, (yes, failure, like success, is nothing more than a mental block), and high powered and terribly important jobs.

Let’s understand this, no matter what, no matter who, no matter how much, everyone has stuff to deal with and stuff to undo.

The president of the United States, in his jockey shorts is just a man with personal issues and frailties he must work on if he is to get into the real White House; where Creation resides.

The issue at point isn’t the baggage. That’s as common as common gets. The issue is pretending the baggage doesn’t exist, pretending that focusing on some shiny thing or another is the panacea for love, life, happiness and everything?

Why are human beings so reticent when it comes to looking at the weights holding them under, keeping them struggling for breath in the ego-made swamp? A swamp full of bright lights, big cities and terror, always terror.

Because they are petrified of what they think awaits behind the facades they put up.

They believe a vengeful god is waiting to extract terrible vengeance for a sin committed only in their minds.

So they put up facades and walls and barriers and blocks to try and remain within  the rigid confines of ego.

Like a little child who wandered off and got lost fears what the father will do when they return, fears the punishment, so do the children of Creation fear what their Creator holds in store if  they return to Him.

The truth of it is however, that like the father of the child, who will smile, kiss and tightly embrace his child when they return, the Creator too, embraces his returning children with unspeakable joy and immeasurable Love.

There is nothing to fear, no wrong has been committed.

Until tomorrow,

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The thought I woke up with #86

It’s Sacrilege!

Powerful word, sacrilege! Powerfully uncomfortable and painful consequence it had back in the day too. One could easily be invited to a BBQ, where one was the thing being charcoaled; no sense of humour back then when it came to committing sacrilege against mother church. An unforgiving mother she was.

Current day definition has broadened to mean anything from turning up at a vegan gettogether chewing down on a triple patty, double bacon, grease running down your chin fat-burger to your more traditional meaning of disrespecting and desecrating something considered holy.

But you know what the biggest sacrilege is, dear reader? The disrespect and harm humans commit against themselves!

There is nothing mysterious or terribly sophisticated about what people do to themselves. It’s everyday things like stress, vanity, greed, wanting to have more and be better than the guy next door.

It is saying I want this and that, then not having the courage to go after it.

It’s saying, I love you, just because it sounds good.

It’s being a complainer, a thief, a person of low morals.The list is endless.

Here is a good question to ask, in order to start the self improvement process … WHY?

Until tomorrow,

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The thought I woke up with #86

The Thought I Woke Up With #85

Tomorrow

There’s a clever, or maybe not so clever, quip; Tomorrow never comes. Well actually it does. Today is the tomorrow talked about yesterday, and will be the tomorrow talked about today. Tomorrow will also be the yesterday, which is a thought today.

Sounds a little confusing, yes? Of course. That’s because all these things, these todays, yesterdays and tomorrows are but mind games. Today, tomorrow, yesterday, next week, birthday, New Year, Christmas, Mothers Day, are a rolling roster, programmed and going around and around until the grand finale rolls around at which point it’s like, oh, where did the time go?

This rolling roster is one big Groundhog Day. Mind does this. It is either recalling yesterday or imaging the tomorrow. That’s what mind does. That’s all mind can do.

Another misnomer is that mind experiences the present. Mind isn’t in the present. It pretends it is, but it isn’t. It can’t be. Why do you think it’s so difficult to focus the mind on something? On anything?

Mind projects everything. It is never in anything.

Of course it is impossible for mind to be in the Now. Mind itself is a thought. A thing imagined. It isn’t part of Creation, it cannot therefore be in Creation which the Now is steeped in.

But there is more to this, this concept of today, tomorrow and yesterday. These are all dead things.

Yesterday is dead because it is gone. It can only ever be a memory; something drooled over, or, something that haunts. Either way it’s gone. It’s dead.

Tomorrow is a thing imagined, looked forward to or dreaded. It most certainly isn’t alive or happening.

Even the present is not experienced. It is felt, fast frame by fast frame, second by second, but never experienced. It isn’t alive. It isn’t real. When has anyone ever experienced the present? It doesn’t happen. It is felt. I feel alive, the saying goes. I feel vibrant.

Now is real. Now IS.Now is merged into and experienced.

Everything gaged by today, tomorrow and yesterday is a dead thing. It is no different with relationships. Relationships are 100% yesterday, today and tomorrow and therefore a dead thing.

I’m in a relationship. What does that even mean? We met, that was awesome. We were so hot for each other, so into it it was ridiculous. We fell in love. Got married. Went on our honeymoon, came back, went to work. All good things come to an end, right?

Why? Why does the honeymoon have to end?

Why does the ridiculous happiness and energy of the initial infatuation have to end?

Why isn’t the intensity of love carried through?

Here’s why. Because it isn’t real. It isn’t alive. It becomes a yesterday. It becomes a corpse.

The moment you get into a relationship, you are entering a cemetery. A relationship has died the moment it started.

In the Now, it is impossible to be in a relationship. Now is Love. Love never dies.

How on earth is it even possible to ‘Fall out of Love?’ What a stupid concept that is. What a stupid thought.

And, dear reader, No stupid thought has ever come from Love.

Live. Love. Laugh. Be.

Until tomorrow,

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The Thought I Woke Up With #85

The Thought I Woke Up With #84

Youve got forever

This mornings thought was more of a message. Time has been the theme recurring in mind of late and today the message is to relax about it.

In my recently released book, Him & Me, I related the story of the Voice and the way it communicates in relation to life and spirituality questions. That’s what, You’ve got forever, is; an answer to the question of time and the often-worrying role it plays in peoples lives.

The answer was clear and specific: Stop worrying about time. You’ve got forever. You are timeless beings, mistakenly believing yourselves to be bodies.

In this world everything is finite. Everything has a beginning and everything has an end. Birth – death, start – finish, full – empty and so on and so forth. That’s how the world is, time is egos measuring device.

Time will cease to exist when the last child of Creation reunites with its Reality. In that instant there will no longer exist the need for ego or its rickety measuring devices.

Look at what time measures. It measures the line between a memory; the past and the future; a thing imagined, both of which exist only in mind. Both of which are not real, making time a phantasm.

Timelessness can be experienced here. In deep meditation time disappears. It stops to exist. In deep mediation there is no time.

But one doesn’t need to practice meditation in order to experience the vagaries and unreality of time. Think about an experience when you remembered an occurrence, some event that happened, and thought,“Wow, was that really that long ago? Where has the time gone?” Where indeed? Nowhere. It was never there in the first place.

Ask any old person about life and time, and the answer will invariably be that time flies.

The moment it is understood that time has no impact, whatsoever; on you the Infinite, you the Inextinguishable, is the moment time will stop being seen as the cruel master, herding humanity along the mean streets paved with jagged rocks and sorrow, on the way to certain death.

You have forever.

Until tomorrow,

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The Thought I Woke Up With #84

The Thought I Woke Up With #83

Do I believe in god?

This is a fairly common question. My answer is fairly common also,“It depends.”

It depends on whether the one asking the question is referring to the Bible-god. That being the god the good book tells us decided to create a most beautiful garden, out of boredom I presume, the book doesn’t give the motivation.

So nice and glorious was this botanical wonder he wanted to share it, or show off, or something, and decided to do the following:

The time came when the Lord God formed a man’s body. He made it from the dust of the ground. Then he breathed into it the breath of life. And man became a living person. Then the Lord God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep. He took one of the man’s ribs. Then he closed up the place from which he had taken it. Then he made the rib into a woman, and brought her to the man. (Genesis 2:7, 21-22)

Then god went a little further, he said, Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness; and let them rule over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the sky and over the cattle and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.

Why didn’t this all-powerful god make man a vegan? Why did he need other living things to rule over and kill? But that kind of killing is small potatoes compared to what this god did to- all living things:

“So He destroyed all living things which were on the face of the ground: both man and cattle, creeping thing and bird of the air. They were destroyed from the earth. Only Noah and those who were with him in the ark remained alive.  And the waters prevailed on the earth one hundred and fifty days.

So we’re talking indiscriminate slaughter of newborn babies, the elderly, the sick, the weak, the believers, everyone had to go. Why? And weren’t all these folks technically at least, all gods children?

Do I believe in such a god? No! That’s not a god, that’s a cartoon.

If on the other hand I am asked if I believe in the Creator. A thing so powerful IT creates something out of nothing; an infinite power that created what is oftentimes referred to as our Higher Self. The Creator that is omnipotent and incorporeal, then Yes! I believe in that.

That is also the very reason I choose the term Creator, as opposed to god; so as to make the distinction between the two. I want no part of the Bible-god.

The Creator is not even aware of this thing called ego, this life, this planet, or any other caricatures deemed holy, valuable or real here. The Creator is like a father aware his child is sleeping, knows the child will wake, yet has no knowledge of the nightmare the child is having.

Like the father, the Creator also knows the created are forever safe and all is well.

That is what I believe.

What about you?

Until tomorrow,

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The Thought I Woke Up With #83

The Thought I Woke Up With #82

Ill be there. On the dot!

I used to pride myself on being on time. When I say I’ll be on time, it means I will be on time, you can take that to the bank. This mornings waking thought reminded me of the way this used to be. In fact, to be fully truthful, I was a little fanatical about time keeping.

Now days, I still like to be on time. Indeed I think it’s more than a bit rude to say you’re going to be someplace at 4PM and turn up at 6PM. Such a person wouldn’t be associating with me for very long. Life’s too short. (Emergencies excluded of course).

That said however, I’m now fully aware that guaranteeing arrival times and being fanatical about keeping them is not only unhealthy, it is untruthful, if not ignorant.

When I started walking the Enlightenment Path, as I call it, I remember thinking, “Right, twelve months of full-on effort, every day, and this’ll be done.”

Well, 30 odd years later and I’m still at it. Slow learner? Probably. I’ve wondered off the path a few times, got lost in the woods and had to fight off monsters.

The reality is that I was totally ignorant as to what the path to self realization, to peace of mind was all about. One quickly learns that Rumi was right on point when he said,“Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.” Right on my brother, right on.

When we rigidly plan things, like on the dot arrival and departure times, we are oftentimes setting ourselves up to fail. There are too many variables in it.

Yes, unless one has evolved into that particular space where time no longer applies, planning arrival and departure times, keeping to schedules and all that is necessary. Can you just imagine booking a plane ticket and your departure time being given as: Sometime Tomorrow?

Or, a doctor saying, C’mon in, open all day! That’s probably not a good example, however, doctors do that anyhow. Sometimes I wonder what the point of making an appointment is. You end up waiting an eternity at any rate. Perhaps I’m being unfair on doctors in other countries but that’s the way they roll in Australia.

Truth of the matter is we have no real control over time and circumstance, and for those who may be stressing over timekeeping, by all means keep your commitments whenever possible, it’s only good manners and respect, however, don’t stress when stuff happens. It’s not your fault.

An easy technique to adopt, whenever possible, is to give yourself leeway; say half an hour; I’ll be there between 4 and 4:30. You may be pleasantly surprised how many people accept this.

Finally, there are the folks who are forever running late. You can give them 2 hours leeway and they’d still be dreadfully late. Here’s what I do with such people. I give them 30 minutes, doing whatever else I got to do, then, I just walk away. These people are drama queens. There’s always drama in their day, in their lives. Which is cool. No judgments. But I refuse to play.

Until tomorrow,

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The Thought I Woke Up With #82