Open yourself up to a consciousness greater than the body you see as yourself.
Open yourself up to a consciousness greater than the body you see as yourself.
How often you say,
with every look away
the stare toward the screen,
a message projected out;
this is not enough.
All riches abound,
and calls to connect,
yet there it is again,
signal loud and clear;
this is not enough.
ignorant to see,
choosing not to hear,
what you’re really saying
this is not enough.
The longing you feel,
the thirst to be quenched,
kept below the fear you
so fiercely protect with distraction;
that you are not enough.
Dive deeply within, go beyond,
by seeing me you see you
reflected back, and you are there to love.
You are there to cradle the innocent child that you are.
You are enough child and it is time for you to know.
You have always been enough and so have they, and there is nothing you could ever do or say to change that fact.
You are enough.
You are the riches of the cosmic dance of stars, that shine outward in all ways.
Breathe in and know it to be true.
Let the star live within you.
It’s time to take responsibility for all of the emotions within us. No one else did that to us, even if it seems very much like they did, and holding onto it serves nothing.
It’s interesting to think about why we like feeling punished, feeling beaten up or trodden on. And I know people might say – ‘I don’t like it’ but I beg to differ. There is an aspect of us that loves drama, loves the pain of it all and wants to hold onto every painful memory as if it only just occurred. And that is what it’s time to wake up from.
That’s not you. And that’s not me. That’s not who or what we really are.
There is a spinning vortex pulling us in toward it, urging us to let go of all the misery we cling to. Just let go. Let the mind unfurl and drop it’s guard. Jump.
Imagine waking up tomorrow and realising this entire life had been a dream?
A dream only you conjured up. No one else was even there, just you, dreaming of many other people, problems, pains and pleasures. But you nonetheless. No one to blame, yet also, no one that hurt you.
There is relief to be enjoyed, to be revelled in.
We can feel that relief now, we can let the walls of the dream fade and the synchronicities push through, even more improbable, reminding us that the universe isn’t as we were taught.
Sink into your being now. Within yourself, under your skin, into
your bones. Feel yourself as a whole being, the subtle energy force hidden out of sight, yet there to be felt. Let go of the physicality of the world you think you see.
Let go of knowing so much. Our world in it’s misdirected course favours memories and misguided intelligence as though it’s our saviour, yet it is the map of our undoing.
We all are in equal standing to reach into the void within and connect into wisdom so grand all pettiness fades away. That is you. And that is me. We are one, within, there is no without.
Come with me. We’ll be okay.
By Sharon Cavill
I read a quote on awakening that stopped me in my tracks.
“Man is God asleep.
God is Man awake.”
The quote is seemingly so simple yet the power emanating forth is undeniable. It’s like it contains the keys to the universe and if we only truly understood it, on a vibrational level in our being, then we would wake up instantly.
I want to understand it. I want to know it’s truth.
I feel I have some awareness that I’m asleep, and mostly due to the experiences I’ve had, while only momentarily however, of being awake. These moments were my personal experience of sudden awakening or spiritual awakening, and revealled to me just how asleep I’ve been.
And when I drop back down into walking slumber what I notice most is our inclination for conflict. We seek it out. We revel in reasons to blast our anger and hate out to the world, and often is the case that we do it unwittingly. Many people justify it’s worth because they’re directing it toward a perceived ‘evil’ person, or violent, or mean, or insert worthy insult – person. Yet we fail to see that inciting hate, even through directed anger creates more of the same, and it’s the cause that’s begging us to bring into the light.
Our internal need for persecution of another, no matter how justified the cause is perceived to be, reveals our own inner demons. It only serves to reveal our hidden guilt, our shame, our ‘evil’ thoughts. It serves to show us what we hold within ourselves. Yet usually we’re so caught up in the external direction of our anger that we miss what’s really going on.
Well I’m stepping aside. No cause, no person, no situation warrants projection of guilt, no matter how grand or horrendous. It’s time to stop joining in on the ridicule.
It’s time for love, compassion, understanding and acceptance.
And most of all, it’s time for forgiveness.
Forgiveness for all.
And not because I’m better than some and therefore have the right to forgive, but because of the true spirited meaning of forgiveness. I wish to pass forward, through vibration, the recognition that nobody is evil, that many are lost and misguided, and that all will awaken. And when we awaken, and possibly a little before, we’ll all realise our true nature and that we’re all (yes I said ALL) quite the opposite of evil indeed.
When this takes place, all will be dissolved in an instant and we’ll return to love.
We’ll be light. For that is our true essence.
We’ll laugh and our energies will merge in loving oneness, in true acknowledgement of what is, and all else will be long forgotten as it never really was.
When you realize yourself as completely empty and devoid of all form, this is wisdom.
When you realize yourself as the fullness of love overflowing itself without object, this is bliss.
And when you are aware of yourself incarnate in the appearance of form, this is leela.
-by Eli Jaxon-Bear
The word Leela is used because there is said to be no exact or accurate translation. It is a Sanskrit word that means ‘play’ however not as we know it. It is cosmic or divine play, as we would if we truly knew this were an illusion with no consequence but to keep us spinning around rising and falling in and out of illusory pain.
Last night I had a dream that was so real and vivid, it was an all-encompassing sensory experience. I was eating octopus. It wasn’t what I wanted or what I thought it was, and the sudden realisation I had tentacles in my mouth was disgusting. I ran to the bathroom and spat them out in the sink.
I still remember the taste, (I know, weird thing to dream about – and it was more twisted than that with a flavoursome freudian skew but I’ll spare those details). It was disgusting and bits and pieces were stuck in my mouth. I vividly remember reaching my fingers into my mouth and pulling tentacles out, throwing them into the porcelain bowl. The resounding feelings were shock and disgust.
Dreams fascinate me. Many people have gone down in history theorising their purpose, right from being that which our subconscious cannot integrate from our day thrown back up to us calling out for healing and understanding. Others say that it’s relating to ourselves and our life in metaphors, with hidden meanings and messages. Others have said they are meaningless.
But what if they were our teachers? For years now I’ve been enthralled by the idea of the dream reality. A Course in Miracles teaches us that Oneness is literal and our reality is smoke and mirrors created by a single thought. That none of it is real and it’s all a fantasical light show created by yours truly. And when this idea triggers people, it’s hard to fathom that it could possibly be true.
Yet our dreams occur each night, at the transition from one day to the next, offering us an experience of a reality where, in the thick of it, we do not know we are dreaming. We forget. And the people in our dream seem separate to us, they chase us, they harm us. Our emotions feel real, we feel hurt, shame, sickness, panic. All of the emotions of life. We feel real fear for our safety and often we live within the confines of what we believe to be possible, using our legs for running or finding a car that we can drive.
And then we wake up.
The relief, it was just a dream.
We let go of the pain the other people or characters in our dream caused us (even if they were people from our current life) under the rationale that it was just a dream. There can even be some embarrassment when we study the phenomena that we created all of it ourselves. No-one else was there at all. The pain, the shame, the chase – was all played out by characters we’d created, puppets that we were leading. But it felt so real, didn’t it?
It really felt like they were doing something to me!
But it was all me.
There is a great Taoist parable called The Butterfly Dream. It goes something like this;
Once upon a time I had a dream that I was a butterfly, fluttering here and there, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was only conscious of my happiness and experience as a butterfly and unaware of any other life I may have been leading. Soon enough, I awakened. And there I was, a man again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming I was a man. Between a man and a butterfly there was no distinction.
Some time back when I was deep in meditation I had an experience where I was confiding to my trustee guides that people had been mean to me. I was very upset and stated my case. My perspective then zoomed way out and I saw that I was the only person and I was asleep. There were many guides and angels by my side, encircling me with love and support, yet I was asleep and I was the only person in the cosmos. The only human in existence. No one could have possibly done anything to me in reality because it was only me. There was no-one else.
I feel the purpose of our dreams is to serve as a constant reminder that while this reality may feel real, it is not. And we’ve been missing the message because we’re lost in it. We’re lost in the dream. We are convinced it is real. My story is real. My pain is real. How could it not be?
What are your thoughts on the dream reality?
I hide from it no more
as I gather up the trash laid bare before me,
buried in the rubble of my old bones.
Hugging, holding, loving,
finally accepting and seeing truth
as all dissolves in the light of one passing,
and all I thought to be real
exists no longer, and through love
a new reality emerges.
New yet ancient,
and all my fears existed not.
If only I’d known to flip the coin
and behold the other side
but that was further than my reach,
as the voices of masses grew loud
and years ticked by like the second hand on a big round clock.
Alive dead reborn, alive dead born
it was all the same as misery
The decision to awaken always there
as we flailed in the dark
not knowing how or why
or even that a light switch was so near.
By Sharon C
I felt a great sense of relief today when I remembered that the answers I seek are not out there. And it only takes an instant, a moment of holy realisation to drop the search and shift the focus.
No amount of perseverance, no job, no special love, no war won, no goal reached will bring me the feelings that I seek. Because what I seek doesn’t live out there. Out there is the mirror for which I can grasp at and reach to all I like, but I cannot bring it nearer.
I must stop clutching at hollow reflections and start sinking back into their source. And that source is me. It’s all of us, yet we cannot do it for another. We must do it for ourselves.
We must cease to judge and silence our condemnations, and turn ourselves around instead, all of the way, until all that we see are ourselves.
To deeply see ourselves are where the riches lie. But they don’t appear as riches as we might have hoped. For all we seek is hidden under a veil of pain, anguish and despair. But it is there. And it is worth it. Do not be fooled by the layering upon layering of mud, each one serving only to distract us, urging us to glare outwardly once more.
Do not be so easily perturbed and tricked into outward expression of inner pain. Sink deeper, well below the smokescreen we’ve built to hide what we’ve forgotten was ever there at all.
Sink deeper friend and so shall I. And if one of us forgets and peers outward for a moment, remind me kindly, for that which I seek is for me to find and always within reach.
For it never really left and lives patiently within.
By Sharon Cavill
I know I know, we’re not supposed to talk about it. It’s scary or morbid or whatever. But I like to talk about it and I like to think about it too. And no, I don’t think I’m morbid.
I find it fascinating to imagine that one day I’ll be gone and the world will continue on. People will go about their day, going to work, falling in love, dancing, falling out of love, experiencing life. And I’ll no longer be a part of it.
And do you know why I like to imagine that?
You might be muttering because I’m a sicko, buuuut it’s actually because it invigorates the hell out of me. It ignites my passion for life because it wakes me up to the fact that one day I’ll no longer be here, and everything else will go on just the same.
Say goodbye to self-doubt, questioning or low-confidence.
In an instant I’m fearless and I remember what I want to do and why. I remember all that is important to me and I make those phone calls to loved ones and friends that I’d been putting off. I sit and write poetry or go for a walk by the sea. I laugh louder and don’t worry about who’s looking. I become free to be me, in my most authentic form because I’ve got nothing to lose. It’s going to end up the same way anyway, so I might as well have fun with it.
But we miss out on this glorious opportunity to really see ourselves and our lives, if we keep our fear of death hidden in the shadows.
Usually we’re more afraid of something because it’s been in the shadows, and we’ve never really pondered why we’re afraid. Cos really, when you look at it, how can we be afraid of ourselves dying when we won’t be around once it’s happened anyway? We’ll have passed over.
And I have a feeling the place we’re going to next is going to be a whole lot better than this one anyway, and we’ll laugh that we were all scared and afraid.
From one fearless soul to another,