The pressure to perform, to show up, to deliver, can be so intense that we choose to hide, to disappear, to play as small as we can be so as not to be noticed. But where does that get you? It gets you feeling unsatisfied, barely alive, longing for more. So what if you step up? What if you step into life with all its demands, meet it as the radiant wonder that you truly are? In shining your wonder is how your world begins to change.
I feel the smile spreading across my face, the lips parting, the face opening, the breath releasing, basking in the sheer delight of being, allowing those rays of wonder to permeate the cells of the body—warming, softening, unfolding. Thank you for the magic of this moment.
I feel the possibilities now, tingling in my fingers as they dance across the keyboard, letting them form their combinations of letters to conjure up a sentence with meaning right before my very eyes! Wow there it is: magic happening in the moment! Where will it move next I wonder? A pause, a breath, a delicious silence, a resting into the stillness . . . a chuckle of joy—hee hee, what a blast—a fresh sheet of paper on which to draw, to decorate, to paint a landscape, a high street, a relationship, an argument, a resolution, a sense of loss, of shock, of panic, a softening, an opening, a wave of bliss and joy, an infinity of possibilities to be realised!
Welling up from within the joy wants to shine, beaming its rays of light into the world—shining for shining's sake, playing for the sake of playing, loving for the sake of loving, living for the pleasure of experiencing this wild human ride.
Feel the energies rising up, the will to BE, the power of this divine force, this sacred energy, that is so fertile, so saturated with its own exuberance, its own potent potential, that it spills over into life—into a you and a me, a this and a that—celebrating itself in an infinite array of stories and songs, meanings and purposes, hopes and dreams, dissolving back into itself to give birth again and again and again . . .
Life can be hard. The expectations and demands can feel overwhelming as we try to meet them all. It can be easy to close down and try to hide away. Or there is a different movement: to step up and meet it fully, to hear the complaints that precipitate out from the deeper layers of the mind, to allow them to unfold and keep on going, keep on my friend—prove to yourself that these old patterns mean nothing and are outdated. It's your divine right to let your voice be heard, to let it's own unique quality find expression and release.
Are you up for this? ARE YOU UP FOR IT?! Then rise, rise out of the familiar, treacly malaise, prise yourself from sinking down into the rut. This is your moment, THIS is IT!
Yes acknowledgment is beautiful—to see the patterns and holdings and welcome them in is a huge shift from the usual unconsciousness. But at some point we have to move on. We can easily become lost in the 'welcoming' game.
Life wants you to stand up, to be yourself fully, to thrive and express and sing your heart out. ARE YOU UP FOR IT?!!! Then see the patterns playing out, humbly acknowledge them, thank them for their past service—they got you through—then separate yourself from them. Yes I said separate! At some point you do need to LET GO.
Silence: the silence of the heart. Nothing needs to be said or done. There is simply this still, present moment . . .
And then the activity of life begins again: the colours shapes and sounds, the demands and responsibilities. This is not to be regretted! This is IT too, expressing itself in infinite variety, in never-to-be-repeated combinations; and as we open our eyes to that miracle, we see life afresh, as if for the very first time.
Let it come—that pounding, thrusting, pulsating energy of life; let it course through the veins of existence, bringing life back to life, nourishing and healing all the misunderstandings and confusion, lifting the veils of delusion, loosening the clenching and the grasping on, dissolving all resistance into this warm ocean of sweet sweet bliss.
Lorna Waldron was passionate about realising the wholeness of being and living as that. Yesterday I got an email informing me she had an inoperable perforated bowel and that she would not be alive for much longer. She was asking for me as her spiritual friend to be with her. Although we'd only met on a few occasions, I was always struck by her deep honesty and courage to get to the truth of things, and felt honoured to have been asked to visit her in her final hours.
Sadly, by the time I reached the hospital she had already died. But as I sat alone at her bedside, the wonder that filled the room was exquisite: a bright, blissful, joyousness, a wide-openness—it was pure celebration, pure delight! As the energies began to fade, I thanked her for her invitation and said farewell to her beautiful dancing spirit, then left the room.
This morning I remembered this video from almost 4 years ago of the two of us in conversation. I hope you enjoy it as much as we did. Thank you dear Lorna for the beautiful dance.19th July 2014, Totnes, UK Subscribe to James's free monthly newsletter at www.jameseaton.org...
"I want to scream, want to arrrrgh, want to touch it, love it, BE IT; the love is so wild, so huge, so magnificent. Aaargh there it is again, the impossible beauty of it all that cannot be contained." Then don't my dear, don't try to contain it. Let it smash all the containers, let that wild exuberance shatter all boundaries and illusions, let it fill the universe with its sacred roar, its awesome power, until there is only IT, the fullness of being, shining in its own glory.
There’s this persistent belief that when we recognise the wonder of what we truly are, and begin to live from that, then all of the uncomfortable, challenging side of life will miraculously disappear. This video is about busting that myth of awakening . . . ...
Serve dear mind, just serve. No need to try to take the reigns and dictate the-way-it-should-be. That story is over. Let the ingeniousness of life speak out, express; let the most extraordinary imaginings unimaginable take shape, that come out of the deep, out of the not knowing, out of the genius at the heart of all that is.