The physical universe has its own natural dignity in the general order of existence. That dignity deserves its own respect.
Reality is apparent through its magnificent spectrum of wavelengths.
Where reality ends and something else begins, possibly connected with quantum reality, or to do with the threshold of an important and blindingly beautiful stasis, is also a boundary which we humans are privileged to inhabit.
Nothing is black and white. Light, like love, is infinitely graduated.
Everything is just how it is.
I come back again and again to realising that the Way of Being of whatever we attend to is entire and sufficient to itself. It is enough. It is always and perpetually enough.
It is an expression of the way the universe loves its own. This is a love that holds and contains those gigantic energies science has been showing us.
Intense love quenches every last residue of fear. The potent awareness of such love is self sustaining. It feels like perpetual motion, eternally safe !
There is a final resting place for the restless mind.
That place is a place of safety unconstrained by and unconcerned by time. It is a not-there which is available, instantly whenever we as individuals need it.
It’s been about sixty-six years. I see life as a Flow. We human beings have more in common with the Swarm of life, than with our individual goings and comings.
Even when outstanding individuals express monumental truths, the light emitted by them is momentary, because their expressions relate to core pillars of existence, and these are what everyone has in common with everything.
If one person sees a fragment of universal brilliance, and urgently shares it, it is not the person, but the starkly appearing light which grabs our attention.
If an artist shines a light on something, that thing is not spotlit, it is some extra thing of everything that is seen illuminated.
I read with fascination and admiration about journeys of awakening on Facebook, and I love to speak about matters of the heart with close friends.
I see more than ever theirs matches my own journey of exploration of ideas about the progress of the soul.
In particular, and most recently, the fundamental predominance of the Swarm, the Collective Spirit or Soul of humanity shows up.
Like the view of the rising of the Sun or Moon, when I as individual progress towards clear unobstructed vision of my place in the Cosmos, I see reflections and similarities in so many other eyes and minds and hearts all along the generations.
My sense is, when discovering threads of thought in common, I tread on shared steps on paths in common.
My sense is of a warm “welcome home” feeling that those puzzles I have independently struggled to understand are valid subjects to struggle with.
I may have passed decades questing for significance and meaningful truths together with myself, separate from the madding crowd, like a hermit, or a Pole Percher, because isolation had been mine for the first 66 years.
My vindication today is I realise that I climbed the mountain perhaps out of ignorance by the long hard route, yet I breathe in the same panoramic views at the summit, as those who were led there by the hand, or even those who rode there easy on cushioned palanquins!
I am a journeyman of old. These apprentices were shown the time-honoured methods, they picked up on the rules of thumb, they gained in skill at a patient pace measured in long Moon cycles.
After such deep cultivation of modus operandi, constructed by past generations of patient travail, and observed with reverential respect by these artisans and craftspeople, their time became fertilised with precious knowledge.
These workers produced their own examples of their crafts using their own dexterity, deftness, lightness of touch. Their learned and time-perfected skills also became a part of their way of life.
They neither boasted nor hid their extensive skills. They were inseparable from who they were. They got on with the job.
What’s my job?
I want to help show others how love, in its blessed power and tenderly disposed majesty, waits with all the patience of the arching sky, to be softly welcomed in.
I want to help show that this startling, monumental and terribly welcome love, when it becomes visible through the thinnest of thin veils, is always ready to hold hands with you in your heart of hearts.
I live to see the sunrise-smile moment of recognition when this love’s first greeting names and reveals itself as resident Peace at the core essence of you and of each one of us.
That epiphany moment when you just know darkness will never, can never return!
Blindly seek no stones where only jewels of love pertain. Intense love, though blind, removes every vestige of shade, doubt, fear.
And everywhere there is love.
The best to you on this day’s end, your day’s beginning, whoever, wherever you are on the planet
The View at 72+ 