Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Number Forty Seven

Loving the moment is embracing, with equal measure, the doubt and the certainty, the loss and the connection, the sin and the sacrifice, the fear and the courage.  Loving the flaws protects us from being the flaws.  Seeing the beautiful pain and opening to its perfection, keeps it from defining us.  The more we love the dark, the more we live in the light.

The pettiness, the anger, the selfishness, the cruelty must be seen and loved.  If these parts of the self are rejected and made "not me," they grow to envelop, to become the self.  The way to the divine always leads through what is wrong, what we are desperate not to be.

There is nothing at the end that wasn't at the beginning.  Each thought, each feeling that is banished becomes a monster that we feed.  We nourish them with fear, disgust, shame, and -- most of all -- avoidance.  The things we fear to think and feel grow large.  Haunting and powerful.  Until they become nearly everything there is.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Number Forty Six

Consciousness -- both of the individual self and the collective whole -- constantly evolves.  Because it must.  If your are awake, you learn.  You grow.

Consciousness uses what it gains.  To make things.  One definition of god is the ability to make something from nothing.  The collective whole -- the sum of all awareness, the combined light of all souls -- has already made this universe.  And perhaps others.  As it evolves, it will make new, unimaginable places with which to interact and grow.

When you shine a light -- the brilliant white beam of collective consciousness -- through truth, it refracts.  Into a new, suddenly visible spectrum.  So what is impossible at one level of truth becomes commonplace at another.  As consciousness evolves, it takes, for example, the truth of how a planet is made and turns it into unknown molecules with new laws of relationship. A new physics.

Consciousness is never complete.  It can only keep learning.  Growing.  Becoming.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Number Forty Five

The perfect day ends with a thought: will I have this tomorrow?  And the thought tears what the day was made of.  The fabric of the perfect day is made from the sounds of the outer and inner life -- like two notes of a chord.  And the chord exists not one moment before or one moment after.  When the mind enters before and after, it no longer hears the chord.

The chord is the source of joy.