20. Hungry For Life

June 30, 2017

It has been said, and I believe it’s true, that we are spiritual beings having a physical life. But it’s not a vacation.

We come here both to teach and to learn. There is a reason for everything, and in everything that happens, there is a lesson. Sometimes we see it and sometimes we don’t. Either way, some of it still gets absorbed into our worldview by a part of our consciousness, and the way we have known our world changes. Like a kaleidoscope, with every turn, the colorful little pieces shift and tumble around each other, and the pattern changes and changes and changes.

Life is not supposed to stay the same. When we think it is, we’re probably not paying attention. We are sleep-walking in a dreamless sleep, while life goes by unnoticed. This too is a choice we have, to each his own way. And it is true that ignorance is bliss. It’s easier, and some say happier, to not think too much, and not need to know. There’s much less stress, very little challenge, and it’s pretty safe living under a rock, “Happy as a clam.” But too much bliss is always an unexplored life, bland as vanilla pudding. It’s perfectly happy for some of us, but boring for others. Some of us are drawn to harder things, greater things, somehow.  We’re hungry for life. We engage with life. We seek it and it finds us.

Those ones of us are often called, even by our best friends, “different.” We tend to take on more challenges, we have more victories and more defeats. We love more, we usually hurt ourselves more, and we make more mistakes. But we have the best, most interesting adventures, and we learn marvelous things along the way. We have more problems, more joys, more life.

18. Facing Fear, Choosing Something Else

June 13, 2017

“As long as anyone believes that violence is a solution to anything, there will be more violence.”  When we believe in killing the killers, that doesn’t end the killing. We just become the new “killers” and this incites more revenge and more killing. This pattern plays out today vividly in the Middle East but also in the neighborhoods of civilized countries all over the world. There is a shocking increase in violence, in the streets, in the schools, in the family, between religions, between lovers and friends, and even children. Casual murders are on the Nightly News every night and to the children, this is the normal world they live in. Who is responsible? We are. This is the world they are born into.

The world we live in didn’t happen by accident. It came from an unchangeable, eternal, unfailing universal law: What we plant and cultivate in the universal ground of thought and belief, must manifest in our personal lives and in the world beyond our individual thought.

Our thought has great power, greater than most of us realize. The apostle Paul in his letter to the Philippians said:  “Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.”  – Philippians-8  RSV 

I’ve never been a student of the Bible, but I’ve seen it around, and there is some really good and useful stuff in there.  If you are holding onto thoughts of fear, anger, hatred, revenge, resentment, jealousy, or victimization and helplessness, you are inviting those things to manifest in your own life in some form. Believing that you are helpless will guarantee helplessness in your life. Holding or repeating thoughts of harm – to anyone – invites violence into your personal life.

If those things are not what you truly want for yourself, you must stop giving harbor to those thoughts – stop fearing and stop fixating on hurts and wrongs, because that will surely bring more of those into your life. Whoever you are, whatever you have done or failed to do, you deserve better. You have the power to attract and recieve better, no matter what seems to be now, or what has been before,

The power to create and manifest any life you choose, is possible and available, if you have faith. It is ready now and waiting to be manifest. But what you believe, empowers your life, for better or for worse.

You can choose and believe in what you want instead of what you don’t want, and that will open the way to it. But first. you have to become aware of what you have been believing, that has brought less than what you really wanted from life, and held off the gifts you sought, or even prayed for. In truth, we are all  constantly choosing, whether we know it or not. Seek to know it, and decide to choose what you really want in your life and in the world.

This simple exercise of heart and mind has greater power than you can possibly imagine until you try it and see it for yourself. All through the day, take notice of what you are thinking. Become Aware. Even in the smallest moments, whatever you are thinking and believing right now, is what you’re creating, not only for your own life, but also for the cosmic consciousness of humankind.

If you find that your thoughts reflect fear or anger – even if it’s completely justified – stop yourself and choose a new thought. A kinder one, a happier one, and that will begin to manifest in the daily circumstances of your life – more kindness to you and from you, more happiness for you and for those around you.

It’s not the way of the world, but the Way of Spirit, and God/universal consciousness that is the real power that creates, organizes, and moves the universe and everything in it. Turn your thoughts to something that you love and desire in your life, simply believe that it is out there waiting for you to call, and it will begin to come forth, starting now. 

Every human being has the innate power to change anything that needs to be changed in your life, to strengthen anything that needs to be strengthened in you, and to discard and remove anything that does not reflect the highest and best of you. This has been called the Christ within, the Buddha Nature, the Atman, and many other names through the ages. The truth is, you are a beloved son or daughter of the God of the universe (no matter what Name you have come to call Her/Him/It) and that same power flows through you too. When you change your way of thinking, you have already begun to change your way of being – and more –  you are changing the nature and consciousness of the world and beyond.

You are not alone in this. Billions of others quietly feel as you do, that the world and its ways are not as they could be. One mind at a time, one heart at a time, influences the world, even in ways we cannot understand yet we know are true. Decide to be the person you could be. You can make a difference, starting right now. Change your habits of thought and you change not only your own life, but our world. You are needed now. Begin.

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17. The Burden of Light

January 22, 2017

Life is more profound than just the surface part of it that we see with our eyes and perceive with the five physical senses, more vast and more complex. We are always given the choice to seek and find a deeper life than we yet know, but relatively few of us will do it, because the inner self of us knows that it’s easier and seems happier to just let life happen, without too much thought or investigation.

“Ignorance is bliss.” The old saying goes, and it’s true, but it doesn’t refer to any lack of intelligence, but rather the choice to not look too deeply at life. (i.e. ignore-ance.)

I have always thought that these words in the Bible, attributed to Jesus the Christ: “Many are called, but few are chosen” has gotten misquoted somewhere along the way, with the many retellings and translations of the original stories. I think what Jesus the teacher would have said was probably more like: “All are invited, but only a few accept the invitation.” Jesus was Jewish, you remember, traditionally known for hospitality, so when he said “all” he meant all. And he also said, “My yoke is heavy, but the burden is light.” The burden, what he carried, was Light, don’t you see? He was a Bringer Of The Light (of understanding God). Those who accept the invitation, all of us, are also bringers of the Light, as He was.

The yoke, I think, is the knowing, the wisdom. The more we learn and the more our souls grow from living our life, the greater is our responsibility to bear that knowledge forward in whatever work we are given to do.

And as we learn, it will become harder to enjoy life simply, when we know that there are others who are in sorrow, who are hungry, who are in pain. We can never be quite as happy in the same way we were as children, when our hearts were child-hearts and we didn’t know what wars were, never wondered what death might be, and never imagined anything like old age or illness. We ran joyfully through sunny days and skipped down our neighborhood streets to play and grow strong and be beautiful, and that was our only job. I know I can never return to that same joy, and yet, I know I can never lose it either. I carry it with me always; it is the true authentic nature of my soul.

16. Girls Matter

January 13, 2016

Truth has a way of just popping up every now and then; you can’t hold it down. I found this on a friend’s facebook page and grabbed it to share here with you: “Seven Things Every Child Needs To Hear.”

“I love you.
I’m proud of you.
I’m sorry.
I forgive you.
I’m listening.
This is your responsibility.
You’ve got what it takes.”

I would add one more:  You can have, do, and be whatever you truly want, if you do what needs to be done to accomplish it, and you CAN do that.”

Especially every girl-child. Growing up in Texas, I was always taught, either in words or more subtle ways, that I could never be “as good” because I was a girl. I had to work a lifetime to prove it wasn’t true. It never was true, but because I believed what they told me, I waited too long to step up and step out into life. Don’t make your daughters wait that long.

15. New Year / Starting Over

January 9, 2016

It’s Saturday, another week has blown by with less than two days’ worth of work getting accomplished. Mad at myself, again. Today again, I begin again, (again) with resolutions to change my life and build some new, better habits.

Waking as usual acts 9 AM, I get up and shuffle to the kitchen to make the coffee. I turn on the heat in the front room and close the door to the bedroom and bathroom – no need to heat them right now, I’m not going to be in there, I’m going to be right here in my warm corner, where I read books and scribble my thoughts, waiting for the winter to pass so I can feel alive again.

Again today I tried to get up earlier. I do this every day, and fail almost always. Yesterday I tried non-resistance; I didn’t set the clock, and I slept until 10 AM. Okay, that didn’t work. I keep on struggling to get up at seven or at least as early as eight, but my body keeps on defeating my will. This is becoming a sort of desperate feeling: my mind seeming to be unable to control my body. That’s one of the brain’s primary jobs, after all. But now my body is much stronger, or else that part of my mind that calls the orders for sleep, is stronger than the part that says “Get up. Get moving. Get it done.” (My new mantra.)

This morning I didn’t fight it. I didn’t set the alarm, I just slept till my body woke, 9 o’clock sharp. It happens whether I do this or whether I swat the snooze-alarm starting at 6:30 or seven or whatever time I set. After five or six ten-minute swats, I just sleep through the jangling noise and squawk of the radio until my brain wakes up at 9 o’clock.

After the 20 years I got up at 5 o’clock to get to work at 7 o’clock at the hospital, I still (often) wake up (totally) at 5:00 or 5:15. But I scoff now, and say out loud “No way.” and go back to sleep till 9:00. Meanwhile, there are many nights I cannot fall asleep, no matter what, and after I have tossed and turned miserably until three or four in the morning wide-awake, I turn off the alarm and surrender to the inevitable result: my body/mind now will take whatever time it wants or needs– usually till 11:00 or even later, and there is nothing I can do about it.

Okay, all right; the thought has occurred to me: What if you just forced yourself to get up at 7 o’clock no matter what? Wouldn’t your body/mind get used to it eventually, and do that on its own? (“Good luck with that,” I reply to myself.) And anyway, I’ve tried that. It falls apart because I cannot, absolutely cannot, get my body awake and up out of bed at 7 o’clock under any circumstances, except for the direst emergencies such as a major earthquake or having to take somebody to the airport. Then I’m up like a shot, staggering to the kitchen with eyes closed, making the coffee in an automatic, robot-like manner.

I need a good reason to get out of bed in the morning. A really good reason. That’s the long and short of it. A compelling reason, even though surely having a Pulitzer-Prize book to write ought to be reason enough. That ought to easily outweigh the laziness and make any normal person leap out of bed at the first glimmer of daylight. Not so for me, apparently. (Apparently I’m not a normal person. No news there.)

I’m reading poetry again, and again I am feeling, groping the ground around me, for some indication of the path. Am I still on my destiny’s road? Is this a detour? Or just a few miles of speed-bumps? (Which ought to be called Slow-bumps anyway.) Oh sigh.

Next month is another birthday, and I’m still trying to figure out my life. As I get older, I’m getting smarter, even wise in some ways, some moments. Wise enough to know that life will always be a challenging and confusing journey and even when I get to the end, that might be just a temporary stop-over before the next trip. Maybe it starts a new thing then, or maybe it just starts over, like the myth of Sisyphus.

He was the guy in that old Greek myth, the one that had to push and shove and struggle to roll a huge boulder up a huge hill all day long till nightfall, only to find the next morning that it had rolled back down the hill again, and he had to do it again. And again. Every day, forever. At first, that story really horrified me, at face value. But later I read somewhere that the meaning of the story is not to show his misery, but his immense courage to keep on doing it.