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A new world…

"The world as it appears to us now is, as I said, largely a reflection of the egoic mind. Fear being an unavoidable consequence of egoic delusion, it is a world dominated by fear. Just as the images in a dream are symbols of inner states and feelings, so our collective reality is largely a symbolic expression of fear and of the heavy layers of negativity that have accumulated in the collective human psyche. We are not separate from our world, so when the majority of humans become free of egoic delusion, this inner change will affect all of creation. You will literally inhabit a new world. It is a shift in planetary consciousness. The strange Buddhist saying that every tree and every blade of grass will eventually become enlightened points to the same truth. According to St. Paul, the whole of creation is waiting for humans to become enlightened. That is how I interpret his saying that “The created universe is waiting with eager expectation for God’s sons to be revealed.” St. Paul goes on to say that all of creation will become redeemed through this: “Up to the present. . .the whole created universe in all its parts groans as if in the pangs of childbirth.”

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Resistance to what IS

Life has a flow.  Life is living.  We are life...not the "my life" we've been conditioned to believe in.  No, the eternal life we are.  Life moves and conforms and changes and finds a way to its infinite oneness.  It's like a stream finding its way down the mountain, into the river and ultimately into the ocean.  Life finds a way around the rocks and through the gorges.  It carves a path through the deltas, merging with more and more of itself.

Life is consciousness finding itself.  It is awareness becoming aware of awareness.  It is divine waking from the dream.  It is form realizing the formless.  Consciousness, unconscious as form, becomes conscious of consciousness.  Every turn, every bolder, every twist and rapid and waterfall is opportunity for the awakening of the dreamer from the dream.  Once awake, the form enjoys the ride down the stream, into the river, finding peace in the vastness of the ocean.

WE are that life, that extension of the formless, that consciousness, that awareness.  We are not just our form.  We are not a person living a "my life."  We are the observer of eternal life as a form experiencing the form of formlessness.  We are the stream, the river and the ocean.  Our form is on a journey of discovery, experience and awakening.  We are waking up to life.  We are waking up to what IS.  As a form we might say we are like this paper boat traveling down the stream:

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Dying to live…

When the ego is constricted or constrained or squeezed, it will respond.  The ego's job is to respond to conflict in order for the biological unit to survive.  Consciousness focuses its attention on the form and through the form.  "God" can't help but willingly give "himself" to the identity of form because "God is love."  The dreamer looses himself in the character of the dream.  Like the prodigal son story, the father willingly gives himself (his inheritance and identity) to the son so the son can take his journey of discovery to find himself as the son of the father.

When the ego or the false self or the illusory identity is constricted the response is to either grow stronger as an ego (the sun is still resisting the gravity within) or the ego will collapse (gravity wins and a Supernova is born).  Many who have awakened did so as a result of great tragedy or trauma or fear or collapse of their egoic identity.  The stronger ego will continue the cycle until it collapses (maybe in another life or just prior to physical death).  With the collapsed ego, awareness emerges through the physical form as the "light of the world" Jesus described.

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A Can-Do Attitude

I love the spirit of adventure.  The Sierra Nevada mountains are in my backyard.  I see them everyday.  I see the purple majesty of sunrise and the colossal sunsets when there are just a few clouds hugging the granite peaks.  I find myself daydreaming about those who came before us.  How did they find their…

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