Merry Christmas!

Christmas Star by Ezeg

Before Christ, there was a promise. Those who received the precious wisdom of the existence and coming incarnation of the Christ, held this knowledge in trust, passing it on from mouth to ear, from the few to the few of each generation. The time came, the stars revealed it. The child was born whose destiny it was to walk that path for all mankind. A Love so profound, no human heart has yet fathomed its depth, drove him to offer his life as a living sacrifice, to embody a divine message of comfort and guidance, that would shine in the world's dark night for an age. Pisces drags on still, seemingly interminable, plunging us all through a tumultuous time of transition as the stellar clock steadily approaches midnight. We are here, children of a planet on the edge of awakening, and if we choose, we can receive the message of Christ, in whatever form and portion we are able. He led the way, a lonely path, and showed us that there is in the living human, Spirit and flesh, the possibility of birthing something greater before which death itself must yield.

The path to liberation is a mystery. I cannot tell you anything but that it is a mystery worth seeking. It is the star that must guide you from within. Your path is yours alone, and only you can follow it. Do not despair if it takes you places you did not anticipate or expect. Do not give up hope, even if outward appearances would discourage you. If you do not give up, you cannot fail. Hold fast and endure, look to your inner light when the world around you grows dim. Do not be hasty to demand perfection. To those who love, much is forgiven. Forgive, then, your fellows, as you have been forgiven your faults and failings. There is no power in the world greater than Love. Seek to love, strive in the name of love, endure in the name of love, leave all else and follow Love.

To all our hearts, a merry Christmas!

in gratitude

No Limits: Remembrance

Thermodynamic Horizon

Your mind is drifting, floating on the waves of deep unconscious currents, infinitely relaxed, totally at ease, one with the tao, floating through unremarked worlds, passing through the cracks in between definition, flowing in the dark spaces unknown to waking mind, expansively stretching out, attenuating into finer and finer aethers, weaving through the quantum foam, bleeding through the veils of awareness, out of the dense realms of attachment, dancing freely, pure being.

The bonds of karma fall away. Limitation is a fading memory, belonging to someone you might have known and been a hundred billion heartbeats ago.

This is now.

You are this awareness.

This ever-changing dream of who you are, has opened up once more in a moment of awakening and deep self-remembering.

Mind can do anything.

Only will it to be, and it will be.

Only focus the attention, and the form will arise.

You can be anything, do anything, create anything.

Worlds of beauty are at your fingertips,

Adventures bold are yours,

The beauteous song of forever flows out of you in exclamatory cascades of extraordinary melody.

The key of consciousness returns to your possession,

Who, through the eons, sought only to possess yourself.

Your every secret shame and hate was long ago transformed,

Your mettle has been tested and found to be true in every way,

Tried and purified in the maelstrom of existence,

Made impeccable by the unrelenting alchemy of love,

Only to return to this state,

The first and the last

and the almighty, eternal, and immanent being.

Celestial Shore

Subject/Object: Musing on Love

“I” as subject. Subjective.

“I” as object. Objective?

“I” cannot transcend “my” subjectivity – that is, I cannot escape it. At most I can hope, incrementally, to widen its scope and depth, to correct its distortions and free it from layer after layer after layer of suffocating illusion. But what I can do, in this very moment, is to honour my subjective experience, to accept it just as it is. As a gift from Source. To really get the most out of it, by giving it as much as I truly can.

Love is objective. I say this with certainty. This is not a semantical statement. Love is what is, when appearances are stripped down and divisions are shattered. It sees what is and accepts what is. Love honours subjectivity; it does not fear to put self in the other's place, to empathize and understand.

Love is no-fear. We fear love, we cling to fear. We fear that by letting go of our fear and surrendering to love, we might lay ourselves open to calamity. But what calamity can there be, greater than not having love? The world of appearances seems to contain trouble, danger, evil, misfortune, bad intent, grave error. With the eyes of love, we see that this is not so. The only “error” is that we forget love.

I want to be able to see myself as object, not only subject. (With relish at the irony of beginning with the words “I want...”) An object and an instrument of God's intent. An object of God's love. A means to a greater end, more than just mortal “I,” to be born, to live and to die. Love gives meaning to life. It is the purpose behind all.

We can use the mirroring and projecting faculties of our mind to gain more objectivity. We can, in a virtual, imaginary, inward sense, look at our self in the mirror, project consciousness “outside” the self while still remaining as self. We can see where we err. We can see beauty (and ugliness) we might have otherwise missed. We see more. And if we can accept what we see and work to better it, that is love.

With gratitude,