Nothing is as it seems in this dream-world.
Don’t make an enemy of your body, your disease, your perceived flaws or limitations, the natural processes of aging. Be kind and gentle to the vehicle – your body – that temporarily provides your beingness with access to knowing itself as form. Embrace your disease as a messenger. Acknowledge your perceived flaws or limitations and question if they are, in fact, flaws or limitations. Who defined them as such? Must you agree with them? Tenderly caress the heart within you. Be grateful to all the mechanisms that operate without you having to do a thing, and forgive those that don’t seem to be working “right” by some arbitrary standard of ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ or ‘normal’. Consider all that IS – reality itself – to be an invitation. Greet all with open arms, and open heart, a willingness to say, “I see you. I hear you. I feel you. Welcome. Welcome. Welcome.”
“There is no such thing as a person. There are only restrictions and limitations. The sum total of these defines the person. You think you know yourself when you know what you are. But you never know who you are. The person merely appears to be, like the space within the pot appears to have the shape and volume and smell of the pot. See that you are not what you believe yourself to be. Fight with all the strength at your disposal against the idea that you are nameable and describable. You are not. Refuse to think of yourself in terms of this or that. There is no other way out of misery, which you have created for yourself through blind acceptance without investigation. Suffering is a call for enquiry, all pain needs investigation. Don’t be too lazy to think.”
― Nisargadatta Maharaj
No human is born “bad.” We are made to believe (and act out) that we are, by our attachment to mistaken beliefs about who we are and what is real.
We are born lit from within, every single one of us. The torch of Awareness burns in us, eternally, even when it is unnoticed, hidden from view by layer upon layer of beliefs that cause us only suffering.
Turn towards that light within you. Fan the flame of your own Self Awareness and witness the incineration of all the layers of limiting beliefs that bind you. When all else has burned, all that remains is who you truly are: the light of the world.
Earth’s human inhabitants live in their own little world. Each world is composed of the individual’s memories of the past and projections of the future, their hopes and dreams, ideas and beliefs. No two worlds are alike. Meanwhile, reality unfolds, often unnoticed by humans who are wrapped up in the cocoon of the illusory world of their own making.
Life without a reason, a purpose, a position… the mind is frightened of this because then “my life” is over with, and life lives itself and moves from itself in a totally different dimension. This way of living is just life moving. That’s all.
As soon as the mind pulls out an agenda and decides what needs to change, that’s unreality. Life doesn’t need to decide who’s right and who’s wrong. Life doesn’t need to know the “right” way to go because it’s going there anyway. Then you start to get a hint of why the mind, in a deep sense of liberation, tends to get very quiet. It doesn’t have its job anymore. It has its usefulness, but it doesn’t have its full-time occupation of sustaining an intricately fabricated house of cards.
This stillness of awareness is all there is. It’s all one. This awareness and life are one thing, one movement, one happening, in this moment — unfolding without reason, without goal, without direction. The ultimate state is ever present and always now. The only thing that makes it difficult to find that state and remain in that state is people wanting to retain their position in space and time. “I want to know where I’m going. I want to know if I’ve arrived. I want to know who to love and hate. I want to know. I don’t really want to be; I want to know. Isn’t enlightenment the ultimate state of knowing?” No. It’s the ultimate state of being. The price is knowing.
This is the beautiful thing about the truth: ever-present, always here, totally free, given freely. It’s already there. That which is ever-presently awake is free, free for the “being.” But the only way that there’s total and final absolute homecoming is when the humanness presents itself with the same unconditionality. Every time a human being touches into that unconditionality, it’s such peace and fulfillment.
In your humanity, there’s the natural expression of joy and love and compassion and caring and total unattachment. Those qualities instantly transmute into humanness when you touch into emptiness. Emptiness becomes love. That’s the human experience of emptiness, that source, that ever-present awakeness. For the humanness to lay itself down — your mind, your body, your hopes, your dreams, everything — to lay itself down in the same unconditional manner in which awareness is ever present, only then is there the direct experience of unity, that you and the highest truth are really one thing. It expresses itself through your humanity, through openness, through love. The divine becomes human and the human becomes divine — not in any “high and mighty” sense, but just in the sense of reality. That’s the way it is.
The only price is all of our positions. The only price is that you stop paying a price.
The mind will have you believe its whispers, and if you ignore them, its voice is likely to grow louder, more incessant. Soon enough it might be screaming, as demanding as a hungry infant. But if you are still, if you remain silent and lovingly embrace the mind as it cries, without giving in to its demands, it will grow quiet, just as a baby comforted in the arms of its mother grows quiet. There is a kind of magic to be experienced in these quiet moments. Something so real and true is felt – is known – that all who experience it recognize it as deeply profound and transformative.
Let the mind whisper. Let it scream. But don’t give in to its demands. Instead, notice the silent embrace happening even as the mind rants on. Turn your attention to that. Go there, deeply. Feel the stillness. Be transformed.
May we hold all mothers in our hearts on this day, beholding the infinite forms that mother will take to reach us, in order to remind us of how much we are loved. Though it may appear otherwise, she has never given up on you, and never will. In this way, mother is not a person, but is the activity of love itself.
Through the offering of her essence and her womb, she becomes a vessel through which life is made possible. And through her, the most outrageous, rare, heartbreaking, raw, tender, precious opportunity is given, to make the embodied human journey, in a world where love is alive.
Whether or not you are able to speak with mother and thank her for this gift, you can thank life everywhere by no longer postponing your participation here. By not waiting for another moment to remember what is most important. By not waiting another moment to offer your heart and your gifts to a world that has forgotten. And to be the mother of all beings in whatever way you can:
To slow way down in their presence, to look them in the eye, to take a moment to listen to how they are making meaning of this crazy world, to become astonished at their unique brilliance, to hold them, to allow them to matter to you, to speak kind words to them, to allow them to be the miracle that they are, to care deeply as to how they are organizing their experience, to do whatever you can so that their utter majesty is reflected back to them in infinite ways. To offer them a womb of warmth, space, and love in which they can come to rest in what they are. Perhaps in this way we can all express our gratitude for this precious gift of life.
No matter what your relationship has been or is now with your mother in the physical world, a doorway is appearing – through which you can connect with her through an umbilical cord of pure light. For the bond with her is beyond time and space. In just one moment of aliveness and of presence, the heart of the mother and your little heart are one.
As the Tibetans believe, each being we encounter has at one time been our mother, and has shown us the most profound kindness, care, and compassion; willing to give her life so that we may come into being.
May all mother-beings everywhere receive an outpouring of blessings on this day. May their hearts and their bodies be bathed in love, and may they come to know directly, even for a moment, how precious they truly are.
A Loving Healing Space
What you’re looking for
is looking through your eyes.
It’s amazing to look at something that (or someone who) bothers me as if they aren’t actually something or someone *other* than me. Like looking in a mirror, where it’s clear I’m not looking at a separate thing or being… I’m looking at my self. And suddenly the thought comes, “Good grief, it’s not like I can change what’s in the mirror without changing what’s looking at the mirror, can I?” Head slap.
Life never ceases reflecting, something, to us. Kinda like the penny arcade, where we shoot down a little duck as it floats by – a feeling of instant gratification, “Aaahhh” – and then poof, another one pops up. We can learn to love the duckies, to embrace the reflections, cause that’s what here. It’s all just One Being disguised as things and people defined in various ways as “Others.”
When the burden of being bothered by “others” falls away, life is light. Every … thing … is a gift, a present, a great blessing.