Monthly Archives: January 2019

Ice Cubes

Subconscious fear is like an insulated ice cube sitting at the bottom of the glass of water of our mind.

The insulation keeping it from melting is our resistance to it being there. We have realized over time that when we do give it some thought, some analysis, often all we get is a cold glass of water as it melts. In thinking about it we can turn what was predictably warm into something uncomfortable. So we turn away, insulating it once again.

The glass that is your thinking mind is too small.

But what would happen if you dropped that same ice cube, water and all, into a warm lake?

Good thing you have one.

The lake that is your heart, your breath and your silent awareness. It is your connection to Nature, to others, and to the present moment we are all sharing Now.

The biggest of ice cubes would simply become part of the lake, teaching us that without our resistance insulating it, fear always melts into the warmth of our natural state.

ice cube in lake

 

 

Understanding Our Unconsciousness

I’m not sure why this profound talk is entitled “Relax Your Mind”. I would have entitled it Understanding Your Mind, or Understanding Mass Consciousness.

Or what I titled this blog. For those who first need to have a basis of understanding upstairs before the heart feels safe to open up to something new, I have never listened to anything better.

Truth as flowing through Alan Watts always takes me by the hand, walking me through my own programming to someplace new. To the playful place of toying with the unknown.

I’m deeply grateful to see both my life as ,and something more, in his words. The words of someone who has travelled further and more frequently down the rabbit hole, finding each time that there is in fact more light the deeper into the darkness it feels we have to go.

 

 

Enlightenment

In spiritual communities there is an oft used illustration of a caterpillar becoming a butterfly.

Enlightenment is when the butterfly realizes there are no caterpillars, and the belief it was one created the cocoon.

As children we play, without needing to be anything but who are in the moment. There is no seeking. No spiritual journey. We spend a long time, many of us, coming back home.

I Love Myself?

When was the last time you celebrated yourself?

I don’t mean something you finished, achieved or won. Those kind of celebrations are great. They are. Especially if the joy is centered around oneself instead of the goal itself. But if you’re like me, it has always taken having done something to celebrate.

Think about that. If to feel proud of myself, to feel joy about myself, I had to have done something, is not then any love I feel for myself fleeting? Is it really self love at all?

The thought of celebration of simply being me is really hard to feel, this is a gift. It tells me an awful lot about myself, and the light I am shining into the world. Love is that light, and if I don’t love myself I’m not actually tapping into the vibration of Love. I’m actually feeding off others.

I just read a great book. It’s called Love Yourself~Like Your Life Depends On It. The cover is charged. It is the silhouette of the author, Kamal Ravikant, with a red heart in his chest and a gun to his head. Yup.

There are very few adjectives in this little book. You can read it in an hour or less. The stripped down writing style helps this book to be one of the most authentic and profound I have ever read.

It’s simple, really. Kamal was a doer. Always on the move. Working hard to grow his start up into a retirement sale. His health crashed, and the company was following suit. Close friend died, another relative died. Heartache, sickness, financial fear. He reached a breaking point.

His response was a vow to love himself. Deeply, in every way, in every decision. Every moment of every day. He began to say “I love myself” to himself constantly. I mean constantly. Out loud when possible, silently when necessary. Over and over and over. All day every day. Saying it and learning more and more to mean it.

In one month his body was healed, his company was back on track and his life became what he calls magical. Emails to a friend became a book request, a speech at the 2011 Renaissance Weekend, and more magic.

It’s a great book. It’s perhaps the most important message I could hear. And share.

A couple days of using the same mantra has helped me keep returning to that soft space in my heart. My body is resisting, I can feel it. But that’s ok. I love myself. I love my body in it’s resistance and the identity it has formed around pain, suffering and limitation. It only knows what my mind has been telling it.

Time to pave some new highways in the ol’ noggin.