How is it that thousands of birds can fly together, taking sharp turns in perfect synchronicity; and schools of fish too, moving as one unit, one body? Imagine each individual experience stream to be like a finger, and when those fingers connect together they form a hand—which then acts as a new being, greater than the sum of its parts. What if the same were true of the sub atomic particles that make up the atoms, the atoms that make up all 'living' and 'non-living' things, that make up the planets and stars, that make up the solar systems, that make up the galaxies, that make up the universe . . . Then the natural intelligence that is knowing and being these words right now, that is being this entire infinitely complex, unfolding creation, can experience itself from any 'point of view', on any 'level' of its creation. Then it would be true to say that you my friend are vast beyond comprehension—a wondrous miracle in action.
An image appears, of arms and head reaching out to the sky, “Why hast thou forsaken me?” is the desperate cry of abandonment . . . And then there is the devilish rascal, the mischief-maker, that likes to shit on authority and all that's 'holy'; that wants to keep that grieving core under lock and chain, “You sold your soul to me my friend; you can't have it back now! Haha! Fuck you!” is its teasing taunt . . . And then there's the well-meaning controller, with its agenda to try to guide the 'process' towards some 'happy conclusion' . . . And the loving presence that gazes silently on, smiling graciously, whispering, “All is well my sweet . . . all is well.” Haha! What a glorious mess I am!
What do you really want? It's a big question. See what comes, listen to the response . . . to be successful, to have lots of money, to have the 'perfect' partner, children, life, to BE 'perfect'? And when you have whatever it is you want, how will that make you feel? Blissfully happy all of the time, pain free, worry free? And what will your life look like? An unending pleasure cruise of delight, without difficulties or disappointments?
This picture is what the MIND wants. It wants to be liked, loved and accepted by all; to keep things safe and secure; to eliminate the 'uncomfortable' side of life completely. But is that really what YOU want?
I suggest not, but rather that you want to discover and celebrate your uniqueness; to express freely, unconstrained by crippling self-consciousness; to sing your heart out and dance with delight at the extraordinary adventure that is life.
But that movement takes courage: the courage to be unliked, unloved and unaccepted by some; to listen to the pain that hides deep beneath the shiny surface layer, to finally acknowledge it and allow it to speak; to see that 'anger', 'fear', 'shame' and 'grief' are not gatecrashers that come to ruin the party, but rather portals into true strength and vitality, creativity and sensuality, power and playfulness, kindness and compassion, authentic self-expression . . . that they are the very doorways into what makes you feel ALIVE.
The one who feels disappointed and disillusioned: “What's the point,” is the complaint, along with a lethargic slump; then there's the wild anarchist, with its insatiable appetite for destruction, that just wants to rip apart everyone and everything; then the little one, that's sad and afraid: “Nobody loves me, nobody cares”; and the hyper-vigilant perfectionist, that's trying to put everything in the 'right' place, to know everything, be the expert, in order to feel secure, admired, loved . . .
These are some of the characters living in the psyche—thank you dear ones, for trying to make me safe. But here, here is the true safety, the true belonging; here is the love that seemed lost and in need of earning; that welcomes you all in its infinite embrace.
Words by James Eaton Sculpture by Charlie Mackesy ...
I feel the joy rising up, the joy that knows everything is ok . . . whatever is happening, EVERYTHING is ok! How extraordinary is that? After a lifetime of trying, trying, trying—to please others, to fit in, to be accepted, to earn love, earn approval, be happier, shinier, smarter, fitter, sexier, more 'perfect', more 'spiritual', more 'awake', more whatever . . . to know that there is no state to attain or maintain, nowhere to arrive, that WHATEVER you're feeling is ALREADY DIVINE. A thought jumps up, “Can I really say that? Is it ok?” Yes YES! The shame, the delight, the grief, the ecstasy, the crushing disappointments, the euphoric successes, the heart-melting bliss and the ugly stinking mess, ALL of it can be fully included. And here's the thing . . . it's when we judge what's happening as bad and unwanted—when we try to block it out, deny it, repress it—that we create tension, stress, anxiety, hyper-vigilance; we create the very suffering we're trying to avoid. Without the labels and judgments life can flow—and, as a 'you' and a 'me', enjoy the full bandwidth of the human experience.
Come into me, come in, fill this body with your warm delight; come in, come into me, dissolving the tensions, thawing the ice; come in, come into me, all sound, sensations, colours and forms: the sky, the river, the high street, the supermarket; until there is nothing left to enter—only life itself; being itself, loving itself, living itself.
Let it come: the stories, the beliefs, the patterns, the projections . . . all the blah blah to try to stay safe and small, and liked, and loved, and and and . . . let it all tumble out, leaving you empty—the very emptiness you dread. But what do you discover? It's not 'dreaded', it's wondrous; it's life flowing unconstrained, undistorted; it's life expressing freely from within its own creation.
Take a moment if you can, to feel your feet on the floor, bum on the seat, and notice the breath . . . slowly in through the nose . . . and out through the mouth . . . feel the sensations in your body—the pulsing, vibrating aliveness . . . Rest here.
“I want to feel loved,” is the yearning, the deep, deep yearning of a lifetime. And so we look for that love in just about anything we can imagine: parents, friends, careers, lovers, money, possessions, success, family life, spiritual life; but none of these can permanently deliver the true belonging for which we long. So where, where is the love?
Here my friends, right here; when we stop trying to find it 'out there'; right here in this natural resting. And those old patterns will persist, oh yes: the sadness, the longing, the anger, the powerlessness etc. And so this love that we are acknowledges those outcast fragments of the psyche, bathes them with warm acceptance, allowing them to soften, to open, to merge back into wholeness . . . enabling our energies to flow unconstrained, and shine into life.
We start out so innocent, we give our heart willingly, with no thought not to trust; and then we're trampled on, yes it happens my friends, it happens. And so we learn to close down, tighten up; and there's grief for the loss of our sweet innocence . . .
And then there is the 'well adjusted' one, to whom this grieving is an embarrassment, a 'blot on the landscape', and so we bury our grief down deep . . .
And then there is the wonder of our infinite nature, of wholeness, that acknowledges the grieving one with loving kindness, that welcomes the judgmental one with warm friendliness, that whispers: “You are deeply loved” and, “All is well.”
It's a common theme to want to get rid of all the patterns and beliefs that seem to block us from living with freedom. But in trying to get rid of them, in trying to get 'there', we just create more tension, more struggle. This video is about another possibility . . . ...
When all else is falling apart there is always the ground, the true ground, the true safety, where nothing can fall apart; that is the only 'thing' that is dependable, reliable, unwavering, trustworthy, all embracing . . . Drink from the infinite well and feel nourished, revitalised, to feel again the full spectrum of life.
Such joy, such bliss coming forth—what a delight it is to be, to BE! Yes! Nothing needed, just the living, breathing vitality of it, the aliveness, the electricity of it—to be, yes, to BE! Thank you. Thank you for this opportunity to live this ride whilst acknowledging the miracle of it all—of this breath, this sentence, this inner smile, this chuckle, this this this . . .