A DANCING LOOSE/D GARMENT
DANCED BY THE ORIGINAL DANCER
THE SOURCER SOURCING
IN/OF/AS ALL*
ew
3:42 AM-3/22/19
DANCED BY THE ORIGINAL DANCER
THE SOURCER SOURCING
IN/OF/AS ALL*
ew
3:42 AM-3/22/19
*In detachment lies the wisdom of uncertainty . . .
in the wisdom of uncertainty lies the freedom from our past,
from the known, which is the prison of past conditioning.
And in our willingness to step into the unknown,
the field of all possibilities,
we surrender ourselves to the creative mind
that orchestrates the dance of the universe.
Deepak Chopra
Conclusion of this page:
http://www.seekerschurch.org/qwearing-the-world-as-a-loose-garmentq-by-jacquie-wallen/
in the wisdom of uncertainty lies the freedom from our past,
from the known, which is the prison of past conditioning.
And in our willingness to step into the unknown,
the field of all possibilities,
we surrender ourselves to the creative mind
that orchestrates the dance of the universe.
Deepak Chopra
Conclusion of this page:
http://www.seekerschurch.org/qwearing-the-world-as-a-loose-garmentq-by-jacquie-wallen/
I will not hear my mother's voice again...
I will not hear my mother's voice again - or see the recognition
in her eyes when she was surprised to see me at her bedside;
or see her lift her head up from the pillow, her index finger
pointed into the air, as I was on my way out her bedroom door,
saying "I love you" - as if to remind me for the last time.
And my reply: "I love you too!" - pausing to look back...
I will not hear my mother's voice again - or see the recognition
in her eyes when she was surprised to see me at her bedside;
or see her lift her head up from the pillow, her index finger
pointed into the air, as I was on my way out her bedroom door,
saying "I love you" - as if to remind me for the last time.
And my reply: "I love you too!" - pausing to look back...
I will not "know" my mother anymore - in form - although her
Spirit Essence lives on somewhere now; a comforting feeling,
no matter what one's beliefs are about what happens after death.
Spirit Essence lives on somewhere now; a comforting feeling,
no matter what one's beliefs are about what happens after death.
That's the thing I learned through my mother's 3 month "death
experience" - only Love remains - not your spiritual beliefs, or
ideologies, or philosophies about life; your pain or childhood
wounds. Only Love... All the left-over parent/child issues
dissolved as I watched her lay vulnerable and weak, speaking in
whispers as her body declined; eventually unable to speak, or
eat, or drink... Only compassion and sorrow arose as her body
struggled to let go of, or hang on to, life - and she became fearful.
It was not an easy death the last few days. It became more like
hard labor, giving birth to something unseen...
experience" - only Love remains - not your spiritual beliefs, or
ideologies, or philosophies about life; your pain or childhood
wounds. Only Love... All the left-over parent/child issues
dissolved as I watched her lay vulnerable and weak, speaking in
whispers as her body declined; eventually unable to speak, or
eat, or drink... Only compassion and sorrow arose as her body
struggled to let go of, or hang on to, life - and she became fearful.
It was not an easy death the last few days. It became more like
hard labor, giving birth to something unseen...
In the weeks before her passing, as she deteriorated, she saw
things in the invisible world: elves outside her window in the
trees, and people from the spirit world she did not know standing
near her bed. And what she called a "beautiful woman" whom
she said had come to "help her on her journey." I surely hope so...
things in the invisible world: elves outside her window in the
trees, and people from the spirit world she did not know standing
near her bed. And what she called a "beautiful woman" whom
she said had come to "help her on her journey." I surely hope so...
There were no "religious" or "spiritual" overtones to any of it.
No talk of "God", which surprised me from what I knew of my
mother; a sometimes very pious Christian. There was only this
idea of a playful fantasy of going on a "journey" with "spirit
people" to help her. Maybe life isn't as serious as we think,
maybe life is a playful journey.
No talk of "God", which surprised me from what I knew of my
mother; a sometimes very pious Christian. There was only this
idea of a playful fantasy of going on a "journey" with "spirit
people" to help her. Maybe life isn't as serious as we think,
maybe life is a playful journey.
Mom, you are safe now.
May you feel the Love on the other side of the veil...
For there is only Love and Grace at the end of the "journey."
I love you again and again - we all do...
May you feel the Love on the other side of the veil...
For there is only Love and Grace at the end of the "journey."
I love you again and again - we all do...
----
Mom breathed her last breath this morning
March 21, 2019
at 10:21 am
6 days before her 91st birthday
~
Written March 10, 2019
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Mom breathed her last breath this morning
March 21, 2019
at 10:21 am
6 days before her 91st birthday
~
Written March 10, 2019
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AFTERNOON
Adyashanti on "Enlightenment"
Enlightenment is a destructive process.
It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier.
Enlightenment is the crumbling away of untruth.
It's seeing through the facade or pretense.
It's the complete eradication
of everything we imagined to be true.
~*~
Enlightenment is a destructive process.
It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier.
Enlightenment is the crumbling away of untruth.
It's seeing through the facade or pretense.
It's the complete eradication
of everything we imagined to be true.
~*~
All that is necessary to awaken to yourself as the radiant
emptiness of spirit is to stop seeking something more or better
or different, and turn your attention inward to the awake silence
that you are.
~*~
emptiness of spirit is to stop seeking something more or better
or different, and turn your attention inward to the awake silence
that you are.
~*~
We realize - often quite suddenly - that our sense of self,
which has been formed and constructed
out of our ideas, beliefs, and images,
is not really who we are.
It doesn't define us...
~*~
which has been formed and constructed
out of our ideas, beliefs, and images,
is not really who we are.
It doesn't define us...
~*~
When you get out of the driver's seat,
you find that life can drive itself,
that actually life has always been driving itself.
When you get out of the driver's seat,
it can flow in ways you never imagined.
Life becomes almost magical.
The illusion of the "me" is no longer
in the way.
Life begins to flow,
and you never know where it will
take you.
~*~
you find that life can drive itself,
that actually life has always been driving itself.
When you get out of the driver's seat,
it can flow in ways you never imagined.
Life becomes almost magical.
The illusion of the "me" is no longer
in the way.
Life begins to flow,
and you never know where it will
take you.
~*~
One of my favorite definitions of enlightenment comes from a
Jesuit priest named Anthony de Mello...
Someone asked him to define his experience of enlightenment.
He said,
"Enlightenment is absolute cooperation with the inevitable."
Enlightenment is when
everything within us is in cooperation
with the flow of life itself,
with the inevitable.
Adyashanti
Jesuit priest named Anthony de Mello...
Someone asked him to define his experience of enlightenment.
He said,
"Enlightenment is absolute cooperation with the inevitable."
Enlightenment is when
everything within us is in cooperation
with the flow of life itself,
with the inevitable.
Adyashanti
Another Synchronicity....the below (O Dancer of Creation)
was read 3:00 AM March 23rd...
AFTER publishing the above OceanSpeak yesterday....March 22rd...
O Dancer of Creation . . .
Posted: 22 Mar 2019 07:21 PM PDT
. . . the earth awakens to an urgent call to grow.
In the hidden recesses of my wintered spirit,
I, too, hear the humming of your voice,
calling me, wooing my deadness back to life.
In the hidden recesses of my wintered spirit,
I, too, hear the humming of your voice,
calling me, wooing my deadness back to life.
My soul yawns, stretches, quickens
as the energy of spring revives my weariness.
I sit with wonder, observing the steady activity,
. . . savoring the colors and shapes of earth's loveliness.
as the energy of spring revives my weariness.
I sit with wonder, observing the steady activity,
. . . savoring the colors and shapes of earth's loveliness.
For a while my doubts, anxieties, and worries
become like chapters in some ancient book
whose text no longer claims my full attention.
– Joyce Rupp
"Springtime Prayer"
(from her book, Anchors for the Soul:
Daily Wisdom for Inspiration and Guidance
Sorin Books, 2018
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become like chapters in some ancient book
whose text no longer claims my full attention.
– Joyce Rupp
"Springtime Prayer"
(from her book, Anchors for the Soul:
Daily Wisdom for Inspiration and Guidance
Sorin Books, 2018
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