~Stand in the light of your own being~

“Feel the peace and beauty of connecting to your heart…”

~Stand in the light of your own being~

I am always of the belief that it is possible to walk “through” the Stargate portal of your pain and hurt and to have an insight that allows it all, every trace, to drop away so you can “let it be”. This is an insight into absolute love where fear is dissolved and loses its power completely.

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 the nine-to-five grind, and I had to undergo several epiphany experiences accompanied by some shining new 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 into your present you for the first time.

Only by marching onto these stepping stones of uncertainty are you going to have a chance to release the leaden weights and unseen shackles, so you can see them for the illusions they represent, and then walk tall, 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 are firmly planted defences.

You have become accustomed to handle them in a conscious, deliberate and deliberative way.

You have framed them in words. Although they are only words, like weights and shackles, these words could have taken on the shapes and forms of shackles and weights.

I know as fact you can always stand in the light of your own being at a moment’s 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, with a beam like a searchlight from which there is no escape.

What can happen when the shocking, perplexing clear vision of the beauty of your own soul meets you in the face?

Either you are obliged to accept the plain truth of your angelic being, or you opt to refute the experience, telling yourself platitudes handed down to you from the bland phrasebook of socially acceptable conformity.

This encounter with the happening magnificence of your own being has not any words to enscribe, describe or circumscribe it. It is without doubt 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. In your day to day existence, you are far nearer the shimmering entrance portal than you can begin to imagine. Step through and be where the wonder of living is too intense for words.

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 constructed from every possible previous combination of moments suffused to saturation with begininglessness and endlessness – it is EveryNow.

EveryNow exists completely without reference to a frame of words, or whether it is thought of, sought for, or is ignored willingly or negligently.

Blink, and you can find yourself in it.

It in you.

Just be ready. Ready for the invitation.

If you give any of this a modicum of credence, be ready. Your best tribute to it and to your innate beauty is to be ready. Listen up to your instincts of self preservation, to your inner certainty that you would truly like it to turn out to be a schmaltzy, rose-scented pink cloud, and continue 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 of rosy glory, is to be prepared and ready to take at face value its invitation card: Infinity.

Postscript

Sleep is as precious as wakefulness. Sleep is close to infinity. Sleep is a hallowed gift. Wrap it with respect, give yourself to it. Sleep well

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