“Feel the peace and beauty of connecting to your heart…”
I am always of the belief that it is possible to walk “through” the Stargate portal and to have an insight so immediate and all pervasive that your pain and hurt, every trace, drops away, and at last you can “let it be”.
This is an insight into love absolute, a place, a real place, where fear evaporates before it can take shape.
You must know I have had the good fortune to pass through some form of Stargate. But to reach there, I had to have lived more than a handful of decades, be retired and released from over 40 years of nine-to-five grind, and I had to undergo several epiphany experiences closely accompanied by some shining new rare and true soulfriends.
Before you arrive in the presence of such a magic portal, it’s likely you’ll still need to arrive at more old journey destinations on the way, tear down clinging overgrown undergrowth, see yourself in the old places clearly and let their real significance carve deep grooves from which ancient tears overflow into your present you for the first time.
Only by touching naked feet fearless onto such stepping stones as these will you understand your leaden ankle weights and unseen shackles represent illusions. Released you walk tall, and it’s the walk of your life.
The structures that have become so vital to the security and safety of your self and to which you have devoted so much energy in their construction and maintenance, these you have become accustomed to handle in a conscious deliberate and deliberative way, “framed in words” as such (weights and shackles).
Like you, I know you can always stand in the light of your own being at a moments notice.
You may be moved to seek help and find it with an intermediary.
You may find the light of your being quite unexpectedly homes in on you of its own accord, with a beam like a searchlight. This can shock, startle and even perplex you till you either are obliged to accept the fact your soul is staggeringly beautiful, or you opt to refute the experience, telling yourself platitudes handed down to you from the bland limp phrasebook of socially acceptable conformity.
This encounter with the happening magnificence of your being has not any words to enscribe, describe or circumscribe it. It’s yours before question or answer.
You have already entered many times into wordless wonder of living. You know what it is of course. It is something that sometimes happens.
You are far nearer the shimmering entrance portal into the place where the wonder of living is too intense for words than you can begin to imagine.
And the space, the extremely real place, perhaps the only space which is real, and which lies ever glowing at a constant brightness (the ‘bright’ of peace and love), is the directly lived experience, the Now.
Now is not a mere moment. Now is every moment, suffused to saturation point with beginninglessness and endlessness – EveryNow.
EveryNow exists complete, without reference to a frame of words. EveryNow exists in completeness, independent of whether it is thought of, sought after.
EveryNow exists completely and it is unaffected by being ignored, or overlooked either by negligence or on purpose.
Blink, and you can find yourself in it, it in you.
All you need is to be ready. Ready for the invitation.
If you give any of what I describe a modicum of credence, then your best tribute to it and to your innate beauty, and to your instincts of self preservation, and even to your inner conviction that you truly think of it as a schmaltzy, rose-scented pink cloud, is to be ready.
The way to get close enough to the magic of EveryNow, so that it can guzzle you all up into its roseate field, is to be prepared and ready to take its invitation card: Infinity.
Sleep is as precious as wakefulness. Sleep is close to infinity. Sleep is a hallowed gift. Wrap it with respect, give yourself into it. Sleep well