It seems to me that a spell has been cast upon us and we have been spoon fed a potion that has deemed the dollar as our Dharma. Our purpose has been poisoned and the dollar has danced its way right up onto a pedestal with a majestical thrown, occupied by the most charming of charmers, of which molds and morphs dependent upon the eye of the beholder.
Read MoreOur society preys upon the Disney version of change and just like Cinderella, we are constantly being sold the idea that a new dress, fancy shoes, and a limo ride will be the answer to whatever it is that we are suffering. But just like Cinderella, when the clock strikes midnight, we find ourselves once again blindly scrolling social media, in front of Netflix, and hooked up to an IV of wine.
Read MoreI can cower and complain about the rain or I can strip down naked and count each drop as a blessing. I can bitch and moan about shoveling snow and scraping ice or I can build a snowman and go ice skating. I can flee from the wind on the beach pelting sand in my face or I can go fly my kite. It is our complaints about anything and everything that stand in between the light of our souls and the expression of our souls. If we remove the complaints, it is a direct path from Source to expression.
Read MoreRecently a question/statement was posed to me that if I wore socks, would have blown them off. The question/statement was: if you don’t know how to be happy right here, right now, what business do you have wasting your breath, time, and mind speaking of enlightenment?
Read MoreWhen we choose the journey, when we choose to commit to being alive before all else, then all of our so called problems become simply another wave to ride in joy because we have prioritized the journey over the job or the marriage or the whatever the hell else we allow to dictate the essence of our days.
Read MoreWhen we zoom in, what was once a canopy is now a crevice, of which holds the leaf, portraying our lifes map in its wise spider web like veins. The veins, like our royal chariot, awaiting us, to usher us deeper and deeper within, until even the most obscure capillary is as familiar as the smell of home.
Read MoreWhen we live with this kind of urgency and emphasis on the moment as the only monumental place to be, we open the portal to pioneer our own personal happiness right through a pandemic or a bogus presidential election. It is essential that we begin to discern distractions and how much time we are willing to be distracted given that death is sitting right there on the couch next to us.
Read MoreNon-attachment gets a bad rap, unfairly labeled as cold, uncaring, sterile, and disassociated. When in fact, it is the most loving act one could bestow upon oneself, a goal, an object, or another human. For when I make my car, my income, my political party, or my relationship a place to stick myself to, like glue, I gum up the very thing I am trying to honor and the only one to benefit is Elmer.
Read MoreWhen my thoughts are left unexamined, untethered from the purity of my heart, they are actually just a bunch of commercials enticing me to voluntarily lock myself in a prison of poisonous propaganda, running across the screen of my mind, just like the television, telling lies visually. How easily we have become trained to believe biases born of greed and gluttony to build empires of glass castles.
Read MoreWhat if mattering didn’t matter? What if my opinion about mattering was the very thing that was negating the only matter that actually matters, which is the matter of NOW. It is only here, in this now, that I have access to the portal of timeless time, the vortex of is-ness, and the pure freedom that lies in the mergence of being and doing. When making myself matter becomes the construct of which the matter of my life is built, I am sure to get buried underneath the endless bricks of matterless matter.
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