How many is one?

How many is one? Or say it like this, what’s the colour of one?

We all are wholly broken entities, we walk from here to there asking to be whole, wanting to construct wellness from our constituent undone parts, disfunctional, darkly dirty and lost like smoke looking for the fire of its origins.

The only reason we know we are entities is because we began as Ones. Our identity became conscious in a blaze of sound, colour, scent and touch at birth.

We were united with the sensory input with which we were saturated in such a way that we were at first unable to make any distinction between us and the world of senses we were sensing.

Later on came intimations of duality. We got the idea, again through first hand experience,

“I am not what that is”.

“I am I and that is not I. It is Other”.

Our oneness is conscious of experience as suffering or joy – hunger or satiety. By such terms, our oneness is all about polarities of intensity.

As adults, we are wracked by our acquired trauma or injury. We are damaged by our inability to make sense of episodes of damage sustained we cannot or wish not to recall.

Our longing for peace, love and happiness relates to our selves as newborn bundles of love. That was when we were blissfully undamaged, unaware of agencies capable of our damage or destruction.

As adults we spend time and devote our energy to achieving that experience of blissful oneness that was ours at the time of our birth.

In truth, we are all still purest innocent oneness. It is that so much has happened in the years since birth, we have stopped reminding ourselves of our innate purity.

Our notions of duality and the way we so readily devote much attention to our ability, albeit limited, to grasp at, acquire or alter our perception of the world of Other, these serve to remove our attention from the intense heat of welcome, magic and mystery to be found in our molten core – our innate oneness.

If we keep hold of the image we still continue as whole and clear, pure and clean as the day we were born, we will have hope and faith, those fabulous flammable fuels which will power us on our common goal, the journey back to wholeness, Oneness.

We can bring back to our heart and mind the Oneness of our origin, our common origin which indivisibly composed us from birth. For some it is easy. For most it is a lifetime’s labour. For an unfortunate few, death will end their search before they even get a tiny glimpse of eternal love.

Part of what has sustained me, repaired me, enlarged and enriched my life has been about acquiring the skills and tools for recognising the value and importance of self-healing. Healing facilitates and increases my ability to recognise and manage my own well-being. These things in general hold a significance in the living of life that is close to sacred. This form of healing compassion has been recognised as sacred throughout human history.

My journey is coming into the realisation that I only will grow and thrive in direct proportion to how much I can help others in their journeys of growth and self-love, even if I can do so only by not standing in their way.

Becoming who we are

⚪ Meditations on Awarenesses of Acceptance and Sufficiency 🟢

Sufficient to life is the living

🟢 Meditations on Awarenesses of Acceptance and Sufficiency ⚪

I see much value in the practice of Acceptance.

Acceptance smoothly paves solid ground over my treacherous impulse to blunder and bluff. Such responses stem from my self-regard blinkered from, perhaps fearful of and wilfully blind to the life I share with people around me.

Acceptance is tearing away my blinkers of self-regard.

Acceptance is me choosing to reduce my true size relative to “where I’m at”, and so I am released!

Acceptance releases me from confrontation, spite, doubt, confusion. Above all, I am released from the need to hide from others.

Acceptance of who I am, without precondition, with no judgement, opens me to self-love. Self-love may be timid, shy, inclined to spend time waiting. Self-love welcomed, accepted, is an invincible ally. Self-love will glory in reminding me of the mutually shared love story between my heart and me.

Acceptance is an unwavering loyal friend, as I walk hand in hand with my other awareness – Sufficiency.

Sufficiency is the time from the outside to the still-point centre of anything at all.

Sufficiency is the end contained in the beginning.

There can be no outside of ‘Sufficiency’.

Sufficiency is Love’s second gift. The first is immeasurable presence.

When there is no longer a fear of death, the THISNESS of bliss is understood as Sufficiency in itself.

Sufficient is a living beating newborn heart, a rust encrusted pencil sharpener, the fractal three of clover, the pale Blue Dot seen through Saturn’s rings.

When Sufficiency arrives with a soundless extreme implosion of perfection, I am surprised it’s completely enough not to know, not to have been present, never to have loved, never to be more than merely somewhat…

It is my awareness of Sufficiency which links me directly to the sum of all joys.

Any joy of any sort piercing the living moment is sufficient.

For example, I may be kissed. At that instant, all the breaths I have ever breathed are contained in that kiss.

I do not think, “This is a kiss”.

A kiss which knows itself to be a kiss will instantly self-destruct and disappear as completely as if it had never been.

The treasure awaiting my discovery in any experience is made suddenly visible by my inborn ability to allow its inherent quality of Sufficiency to overtake both it and me.

Every such wholly-lived experience – no matter if it feels bad or good – is so naturally powerful for the simple reason that it arrives in my life carrying its own tiny share of the cosmic Big Bang.

For me, that presumed Singularity is where time, space, matter, co-exist with love. This is where we came from and where we will return.

Sufficiency is the end contained in the beginning.

Sufficiency is without form, because it allows for all potential outcomes from void.

The naked flesh of humility is clothed by Sufficiency.

Awareness of Sufficiency has more gravity than its own mass! It is the cornerstone of Acceptance.

Acceptance extends, as does Humility, as does compassion, as does peace, indefinitely, infinitely.

Gratitude for these infinite sufficiencies!

~ Love is present E v e r yN o w

Only by letting go

Arrive and go

A friend said to me… “Only by letting go of your past self can you take yourself to unimagined places.”

I cannot let go of my entire self with all of my past thoughts, words and deeds, when I hurt so much from their heavy weight on my back.

There’s much more to the action of letting go than an effort of will.

Massive changes can take place when my heart reveals itself and I take notice of its childlike purity, and I act to navigate the grand tides of new understanding my own heart offers to me.

These changes present my mind with a view of my original innocence. They begin when I listen to the positive appreciative comments from my family and friends, and I make the effort to believe what I hear.

What have I done up till now to prevent myself from believing in my goodness? And why do I turn a deaf ear to compliments and a blind eye to the anxiety in my face in the mirror which asks only to be loved?

There are answers to be found by examination of the causes of fear that I cling to. Among other places, answers in past trauma revisited, and in timid acceptance of outside pressures from social conditioning.

What naturally follows little by little is my understanding of my entirely needless attachment to my fear and self-loathing that spring from shame and my guilt about former deeds, words and thoughts engaged in out of ignorance of my true value to myself and others.

I begin to make closures for years of misdirected and wasted effort to merely content myself with survival, by forgiveness through self love and self validation.

I forgive my younger self for what I did out of ignorance fuelled by self doubt while wading along underlying streams of fear.

In this new condition of redemption for my past behaviours I can be freed of past guilt and shame, forgive, love, and let go of my past self and take myself to previously unimagined places illuminated by the peace and love from which all beings arise and to which we are all walking each other home 💫

🧱To my Friend who is in pain and perplexity🏖️

💠 To my Friend who is in pain and perplexity🔹

I truly wish my words may fill up your heart with love, dear Friend.

I remind you, you have set out courageous and have begun to confront dark barriers which old traumas and sorrows have solidified into blocks on your path.

Some of these horrid monoliths you have grown accustomed to carrying about with you wherever you go, wherever you are.

This is hard work, exhausting and lonely. There is no relief. The sad thing is, in the end, your beautiful lovable self can curl up and shrink out of sight.

And now I remind you that I still believe in Epiphany.

Being drenched by a spontaneous experience of this magnitude can take a person into a state of raised consciousness, regardless of unresolved internal obstacles.

Here is a place, a state of vibrant new awareness, where there is a continuous, powerful, conscious intuitive connection between oneself and the origin of all life.

This is a sudden inrush into the heart of life force – peace and love – from which all life springs and to which all life returns.

The heart floods with love. 
Very quickly the lovelight shows up the years, months and days lived in the shade.

Here is the source of a waterfall of Healing.

I liken this potential to enter into transformative awakening, this state of grace by an epiphany, to an arrival at a Portal, as depicted so graphically in ‘Stargate’, the sci-fi series.

However, there is a price to pay. No one steps through such a Portal casually. It takes courage and determination, sometimes born out of desperation and repeated suffering, to embark on such a rite of passage.

A person who has acknowledged and begun a journey of self-discovery, this person is unavoidably on course to rediscover the lovable, as well as the loving self.

The loving self I say, because you know you love and you have loved, and you can love. Giving such as this comes rather naturally.

Can you be loved so willingly in these familiar ways by your own self? In a nutshell, can you love yourself? 

Can you “be love” ?

Some call the opening of a significant life journey a falling in love again with the self.

“Again” because the original self “is” love. The early human baby, to whom the future has no meaning, is all about present immediacy.
This new being inhabits the space, the playground of love.

Here in this primal arena is also hunger, thirst, desire for security, in whatever order.

The reason (if such an abstraction has any meaning in the context of a newborn) why such primal needs excite us so much is simply that they sustain life.

This is life lived at no remove at all from the life instinct – the will to live, the will to continue to survive. This condition of mind is primitive, urgent, exciting.

And I say it is very beautiful. Indeed it is one of the openings into beauty.

Every sentient being on Earth – in the sea, on land, in the air – lives at this intense level.

Some time later, at the stage of independence, once the need is implanted as a result of whatever life circumstances, banal or dramatic, to discover some answers to Who, What, even Why I “am”, the path at your feet may become luminous and fertile with a rather mysterious sense of promise.

This feeling of being onto something exciting is present for the straightforward reason that there is a strong intuition that some kind of fulfilment is just round the corner.

The possibility of resolution becomes attainable, because you visualised it, called out to it, cried out for it.

All life is interconnected. All interconnections stem from one source. The source is terrific, powerful and overwhelmingly beautiful, and we hear this spoken by many from various directions from time imemorial. 

In unity, Humanity has raised its face to this millennial truth. This is how it is.

Little wonder that having stepped out on the pilgrimage to self realisation, the ground begins to tremble, and the urge to continue is irresistible. 

The stage is reached where only a hair trigger stimulus will be enough to slam the seeker into a brilliant way of seeing.

Or not! 

Epiphany experiences are in rather short supply!

It may happen little by little.
A person grows quietly into a new place of understanding and acceptance, with, “So that’s it.” With a few aha’s. 

It may happen quickly, like a dam burst. There is no avoiding, no postponing, no ignoring the approach of light, the flowering of the vision of life in grand abundance, and, with this release, laughter and the deep sense of joy-in-residence.

I so truly wish these blessings on you with all my soul’s strength, my dear Friend.

Love is present E v e r yN o w

A friend’s tears

§ On hearing of a friend’s tears §

There never is any preparation for the fact of death. When the shock of it affects our loved ones, family, friends, friends of friends or acquaintances, or those with whose names and influences we have grown up, death immediately shakes us to our very molecules.

In a strange way, because death is so extreme, so absolute, death can be trusted. This is a certainty to be grateful for.

Death never hides. It never pretends or is ambiguous. It is subject to no interpretation or comprehension other than by reference to itself alone.

That is what sets the fact of death apart from regular human business. There are no arguments, no halfway compromises. There is nothing else to do but to meet the fact of death with compassion and acceptance.

The only preparation we can offer to ourselves is to explore our innate compassion, to undertake the lengthy process of cultivation of self-love, leading to the humility of Acceptance.

Long years of making a friend of Acceptance may lessen the chaos of the shock when death visits. We can bring to our awareness over time what our natural compassionate impulses mean to us, and we can examine with care and attentiveness the sources, the origins of compassion.

It may seem of practical help to reflect on how the origins of compassion derive both their beginning and ending in death. There is a continuous cyclic flow of energy conservation, whose non-competitive, symbiotic motive forces span the axes of death and living compassion.

Respect is due in equal measure to death’s inevitability and to our ability to deepen our acceptance of death with compassion

~ Love is present E v e r yN o w

Revisit the spiral of truth

⌛ the spiral of truth ⌛

Past seventy birthdays, my own “Good Monday Morning” echoes back to me from out of a long time-tunnel. I hear many voices, many inflections.

If I pause, and stand in a posture of affirming presence in this echo-space – this many-layered highly personal time-sphere – I can clearly make out the various dimensions of me.

I can then, with a conscious effort of imaginative will, place my hand in that hand of long ago, and truly, madly, deeply feel for the person it belonged to and belongs to.

Here, in the electric eye-to-eye field with my then, and eye-to-eye with me now are highly charged opportunities to take on board four-square life lessons.

Lessons of forgiveness for hurt administered.

Opportunities to burnish newly cast golden girders of self-love.

Opportunities, like great grand portals of opening, to acknowledge, for the fierce first time, bitter-sweet redemption for mistaken beliefs and for mistakes of judgement.

And a chance to finally and fully accept that there is no blame attached to absence then of the knowledge now that leads to peace that passes all understanding

~ Love is present EveryNow

It’s what hearts do!

“… When you talk to yourself in your mind, which self do you address? And how? Usually people do not talk to their divinity, but to the most superficial aspects of their everyday personality.
And often its a stream of fears, and mindless repetition of old things. If we talked that way to another human being, we would have to apologise.
Learning to talk properly to the self is a spiritual endeavour. Thoughts from the past and worries about the future do not create good conversation. Instead learn to talk to your mind as if it were a child. Talk to it with love.
If you just force a child to sit down, it won’t work. A good mother knows how to prompt her child into doing what she wants.
Be a good mother to your mind, teach it good, positive thoughts so that when you tell it to sit quietly, it will. Love your mind. Speak, stay happy… ”
~
Peter Pilley 20160816:

This advice from “Companion of God” by Brahma Kumaris, Dadi Janki is absolutely spot on, true and brilliant.

I say, speak to your own mind with all of the vocabulary of love that you can find. You have a wide and extensive memory full of loving phrases, love songs, love lyrics. Use these at every possible opportunity!
And become more and more inclined to reach out to yourself and to those nearest and dearest to your heart with these words of admiration, encouragement, praise and simple smiling kindness.
Let drop expletives, and rough-cut gutter words, because they can all be substituted by exclamations of positive surprise, even of love.
If you stop, make time for yourself, because there is something you can do. I do it.
Eyes closed, touch your fingertips into your own heart in a peaceful moment of open enquiry.
Put any smile on your face, and it is your smile to your own heart. You will see that all your heart ever wants to do, all it ever wanted to do, is to sing songs of love to the glory of you.
It’s what hearts do! And with practice, this is what you can see more and more clearly.
All of self love begins with conversations full of positive words, and reassurances.
I’d be inclined to first seek out those in my circle who have the honesty and compassion to say such things to my face…
And listen to them. And believe their words are sacred, because it is their heart who speaks ❤️❤️❤️