Waking From a Thousand Year SleepWhen we first start to try to move our emotions spontaneously and to let ourselves feel how we really feel about things, it will most likely be a little scary, uneasy, something we aren't used to. We have learned to survive by hiding how we really feel, by pretending that we have it all together, by telling ourselves everything's OK, by putting on our "brave face", by shutting off our emotions. On the other hand if we are used to expressing and blurting out all the time exactly how we feel in a knee jerk reflexive way and letting our emotions run us constantly, then stopping to think and trying to let in awareness and consciousness into our emotions will be something new. Imagine waking up after sleeping for a thousand years. Your bones would be very stiff, it would be hard to walk, you would feel disoriented, you'd need to be careful and slow in first moving about, you'd need to be patient with yourself. Well, we have been living under a "state of emergency" on earth ever since our disconnect from our Souls, from God, from our Hearts. We've been in survival mode, we've had to close our hearts down, to protect ourselves. So when we are trying to reconnect to our Source/our Souls, we are going to feel like we are being born again, because we are! We are going to feel like babies, very vulnerable, very tender. It is important that we give ourselves space and time to do nothing, to just feel, to just be, to just sit in the garden, the park, in the bathtub, in bed, whatever we need to do to feed our new births. Give yourself a bath, give flowers to yourself, curl up and hold yourself while traveling to the sea of warm golden energy, do whatever feeds you, for you. This re-birth, or birth into a fuller you, is necessary to reconnect with your own Soul. By the way this will also do the most you can do to heal our planet as well. Each time a soul reconnects with itself, explosions go off, a thousand (Berlin) walls come tumbling down, energy is created in massive amounts all across the Universe. So you giving yourself a bath and nurturing yourself is sometimes the most holy thing in the whole Universe! Really...So is making love with someone you really love...so is really enjoying, being really present while you are eating a great meal...so is letting water flow over your body in a stream...so is hearing the breeze through the trees...so is letting someone in in traffic...so is speaking up for yourself when you aren't being honored...so is sobbing with sadness at the loss of your heart...so is simply telling your truth about how you feel like an innocent child...so is expressing your anger and yelling at God for having created this mess...so is asking God for help in your confusion for what to do next. Let's Give ourselves the Space to heal, to learn again to live from our Souls, to be patient with our selves as we're waking up from our five million year long sleep. This is about reconnecting with the most holy of holies, our own souls, our direct linkup with the Creator of the Universes. And if this doesn't happen instantly after taking the latest super duper enlightenment seminar let's be patient with ourselves. This is the ultimate project, the only journey left, the inner journey, the final frontier, finding our selves again. ---------------------------- "It's Delicious To Give and Receive" Unsuspectingly I go to dinner... My girlfriend and I are eating at Luby's cafeteria. A lot of retired people come here to eat. It's quiet. I'm not feeling very open to receive love, food, anything really. I just want to hide out and I guess these quiet restaurants with old people are places I feel safe in sometimes. As I go through the line I say no thanks to the ladies trying to offer me their specialties on the menu. I'm trying not to order the meat. I think I'll just put together a meal myself with all the side dishes and besides I will save some money and not have to eat the spiritually "wrong" meat. I'm feeling that this "corrupt, fallen world" can't offer me anything and why even bother to be open to these dumb programmed people anyway. So I go through the line without giving or receiving love from the people working there. As I sit down l look at my friends plate, and she has gotten a fish dinner with two sides, bread and dessert and her bill is less than mine! ...With all my work, my fighting against the love trying to come to me, the ladies serving the food trying to give their love to me, I actually spent more money (time, energy) and ended up with less. I feel stupid. I'm still operating on old protectionist programming of "being in the world but not of it". But I've twisted this saying into making sure I'm not in the world, I'm not receiving the Love that wants to love me because I've decided that the form it's coming in is "wrong". I feel like a baby, like I'm just starting to learn. As I'm sitting there absorbing this my friend starts telling me a story of a miracle of Receiving that has happened to her earlier in the day. Through no asking, no scheming, no wishing, just being open, innocent to the possibility, just entertaining the idea that she could possibly receive without all that "work" we've been programmed to believe is needed to be deserving of receiving, she has let in a miracle of receiving some clothes for free. She has tried to "correct" the "mistake" but hasn't been able to turn the gift away. As all this is sinking in...I'm hearing spirit talk in my ear about how I can receive, about how Love enjoys giving, how there is an exchange of love when someone gives and someone receives without strings, with clean love simply passing between the two and thereby creating more. One plus one is three, the fishes and the loaves, plenty for everyone, magic, miracle, ease, Love. In this moment of receiving this "aha" from spirit I see the whole divine mechanism of giving and receiving. The Love that wants to give and receive doesn't worry about what form it takes, if it's clothes, food, tires, a letter, a look, a touch, a diamond ring, a sandwich, lovemaking, sweet words, money...whatever, Love just enjoys giving and receiving. It points out strongly to me that the guileless receiver is providing a tremendous service for the giver. Without willing, open receivers the game of Love can't be played. Yes, it's also sexual, and at the same time Divine, pure, not the division, separation of God/Sex, good/bad, appropriate/inappropriate that has gotten created in our consciousness. As all this is flooding through me my mind quits talking and can't fight the obvious Love and Grace that is real and possible and happening right in front of my eyes, my heart and being are filled up with love and appreciation and as I look over to the side of the table where the salt and pepper containers are...I notice an advertisement in a small metal stand that says: "It's Delicious to Give and Receive" "Give a Luby's Gift Certificate Today" --------------------------------------------------------- Clean? Recently the TV networks evening news ran a story about an article in a major medical journal that showed our obsession with cleanliness is actually making our kids sick. The study showed that parents that were using antibacterial soaps, did not let their kids play in "dirty" places with other kids and were generally more obsessed with germs, that their kids were more likely to become sick. The study found that the more kids were allowed to interact with other kids, with touch, in the sandbox, on the playground, with their siblings and the more they were exposed to a variety of germs, the healthier the immune systems of these kids were. What is our obsession with cleanliness? Mr. Clean, antibacterial everything, all our doctors looking like aliens with masks, cold metal operating tables, "sterile" environments? What is it we are afraid of? What is the evil we imagine in mother nature that we need to have air locks, defumigation, air purifiers, water purifiers. What evil is lurking there in Nature that is trying to get us? What subconscious beliefs do we have that are creating these new viruses of increasingly dangerous mutant strains, west Nile virus, etc? How have we created Mother Nature as the dangerous one? Where can we solve this? One of the most "cleansing" experiences I've ever had was bathing in mud right after an afternoon rain in Sedona Arizona. We rolled in the red clay earth mud, got it all over our bodies. As the rain passed and the sun came out we lay on the bank of the creek letting the sun dry the mud on our bodies. As it dried it pulled out the toxins and old energies that were ready to go. I felt incredibly rejuvenated and physically and energetically cleansed. I'm very thankful to all the bacteria and microorganisms in that mud that helped cleanse me that day. --------------------------------- An Awakening Story This is a story shared by a master with his students " It was a full moon night. The earth was looking like a bride. Light was showering like rain, and there was great delight in the sky, in the ocean, in the wind. The trees were swaying in the wind as if drunk, intoxicated, lost, and the faraway mountains with their snow-covered peaks looked like Buddhas in deep meditation. The wind passing through the ancient pines was pure music, and the quality of a dancing universe was so solid and so tangible that one could have almost touched it. And on such a night of sheer joy and benediction, something of the beyond descended on the earth. A rare woman, Chiyono, became enlightened. She regained paradise. She came home. What a moment to die in time, and to time, and be born in eternity, as eternity! What a moment to disappear utterly, and be for the first time. The nun Chiyono studied for years, but was unable to find enlightenment. One night she was carrying an old pail filled with water. As she was walking along, she was watching the full moon reflected in the pail of water. Suddenly, the bamboo strips that held the pail together broke apart and the pail fell apart. The water rushed out, the moon's reflection disappeared, and Chiyono became enlightened. She wrote this verse: This way and that way I tried to keep the pail together Hoping the weak bamboo would never break, Suddenly the bottom fell out... no more water, No more moon in the water Emptiness in my hand. |
