The Sacred Becomes Us


I don't know what it is about this time of the year, but I always sense a deep impulse to allow more light into my space. These longer dark nights invoke a silent invitation to allow the holy into our world. And if we can manage to remember our own innate sacred connection to the Divine, without losing ourselves in the hustle and bustle of the holidays, the light of the holy will reveal itself to us.
We always have a choice, and when we can slow down and allow the sacred to reveal itself to us, in this moment, we will naturally want to make more room for it. I know I do. And the more room we make for it, the more obvious the preciousness of the holy becomes. We are drawn into the holy by the illuminating qualities that are revealed to us. Light begets more light. And this light that recognizes this is our most fundamental essence. We are attracted to our own True Self. So when we light a candle, let us be bringing in the sacred of our own light. Watch and see how quickly the holy in your own being responds to being recognized. Let us take the time to do this each day, because it becomes us to do so.

Preciousness of SELF

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There's a beautiful recognition waiting for all of us when we let go enough. I mean when we really let go. The letting go that happens when we run completely out of options. When we have used up all of our ideas about how things will work, or should work. When we recognize we know absolutely nothing. When we're left standing on shaky ground, with nothing to rely on whatsoever. No-one to turn to. Except our Self.

It is this kind of surrender that is the name of the game. Beautiful surrender. For me, it is everything. Letting go of everything I know, everything I imagine, hope for, or expect. This is what has given me an eye-opening vision of possibility. Because I have recognized a preciousness deep within this Life called Joi. Something priceless that is inherent within this Life. And this is not a cliché...this is a direct experience. Something that leaves me in tears of awesome gratitude and wonder.

In my attempt to describe this preciousness, I might begin by inviting you into sensing into the value of everything you hold dear within yourself. The value of your spiritual journey, your devotion. Your love. I might invite you into recognizing what has been offered in the name of that love, for Truth. For God. And in this sensing, you may begin to feel what it is that Truth might value within you (if Truth were to value something). And perhaps what you feel, is that Truth values what lies deep within your own being. Your Self. Our Self.

For what lies deep within us is for us to recognize. Not as just an experience, or a perception. But it is for us to feel how infinitely precious our fundamental nature is. For within us is a light, a precious sanctum. And Life wants that light to be recognized as pure preciousness. By us. We each need to recognize it for ourselves. Because until we do, awakening can be just a shift of perception, or another experience. It can change things, sure. But it won't be able to be all that it can be. When we first recognize preciousness, we will want to nurture it, cherish it. And then we will want to completely surrender to it.

It is when we are completely surrendered to this precious nature, that Life can live in a completely liberated way. It can begin to move completely unencumbered by anyone, or anything. It can serve the whole. It can connect with the collective field, to transform what needs to be transformed. Heal what needs to be healed. Not for us. For everyone, us included. Because it will be that which is precious that will be the transforming factor. The fundamental element that is pure potential.

Simple and Profound

I keep losing any way of orienting myself in Life. It's very odd, and it just keeps catapulting me into this utter simple way of seeing things.

With all the recent events online (and I really paid attention to it all), I kept thinking that I would find orientation through these events. I kept thinking that I would find the energy to take a stand against the hate and fascism that is being revealed (it's been there all along, folks). But even though I felt repulsion through witnessing the disturbing events online, I couldn't find myself feeling that I could see only one point of view. I could also see that the perpetrators had their own reality, and they were living in it. They were living their life through their own orientation of seeing things. And this is what everyone that is still living in any kind of trance state does, they orientate themselves. With everything. All the time. So, my own take on these events doesn't feel like sentiment, it feels like a fact. It doesn't mean that I condone this behavior; I am deeply saddened by it. But throughout history, human consciousness has been orienting itself, and causing heaps and heaps of conflict and suffering. As long as there is orientation, there will be another side of seeing. Only now, in our lifetime (at least 60 years old and younger), it's in our front yard.


I know what living through orienting feels like. My mind still tries to do it sometimes. Only consciousness has awakened enough to not be fooled by it. I can't buy into it...there isn't any energy to create any orientation, or if it happens, it doesn't last long. It becomes too uncomfortable for the Infinite to become finite in how it sees the world.

And this is what happens when we do try to create an orientation. We are becoming fixed and limited in our perceptions. We, as the Infinite are squeezed into a very small way of seeing things. And that's OK. It's useful, in fact. It's useful because we use these orientations as the means with which we, as consciousness, awakens. Consciousness, or the Infinite reality, realizes that it has been coerced into seeing with a finite lens, which isn't its true nature.

I remember the story about when Amma was a young girl, and her very own brother was trying to kill her. He didn't like how she was behaving with strangers (loving and hugging and such), and so he continually plotted to have her killed. Only all the attempts kept failing. And one young man that tried to stab her ended up having mortal wounds himself by the very same knife (some other force caused the knife to bounce off Amma and enter him). So, as the young man lay dying in the hospital, Amma herself went and hand-fed him, consoling him and loving him. She knew that he could only act through his own orientation. She didn't try to make him change his viewpoint. She saw him being the only way he could be, and the young man, through being in the presence of that powerful clarity, was transformed. His orientation fell away. And he died in peace.

Not having orientation doesn't make us complacent, or unaffected. Nor do we allow everything to just be as it is. The radical clarity that comes from an absence of orientation allows us to be moved into words or action if needed, because we are being guided by the underlying peace that is there when orientation is absent. We might find ourselves deeply concerned about the state of affairs, and what might become of our world. Witnessing the events in the world may cause us deep pain and sorrow. But even that doesn't take away our deepest connection to source, as Self.

Not seeing the world through any orientating lens is simple. Life comes in. Everything comes in real close, touching us deeply. Carrying us with it....eternally.