“To remain unconscious of being is to be trapped within an ego-driven wasteland of conflict, strife, and fear that only seems customary because we have been brainwashed into a state of suspended disbelief where a shocking amount of hate, dishonesty, ignorance, and greed are viewed as normal and sane. But they are not sane, not even close to being sane. In fact, nothing could be less sane and unreal than what we human beings call reality. By clinging to what we know and believe, we are held captive by the movement of our conditioned thinking and imagination, all the while believing that we are perfectly rational and sane. We therefore continue to justify the reality of what causes us, as well as others, immeasurable amounts of pain and suffering. Deep down we all suspect that something is very wrong with the way we perceive life but we try very, very hard not to notice it. And the way we remain blind to our frightful condition is through an obsessive and pathological denial of being, as if some dreadful fate would overcome us if we were to face the pure light of Truth and lay bare our fearful clinging to illusion. It is within the dimension of being that Truth reveals itself.” Adyashanti
“Honesty is the secret of survival, and it minimizes nearly all the problems of life. The individual who is emotionally and mentally honest has a great deal more chance of being physically healthy. Because the disturbances of the emotions are what cause a great deal of sickness, almost all of the troubles that we have arise from the interference that we create between the levels of our own constitution. The mind betrays the heart, the heart betrays the health, and all these things fall into a common ruin.” Manly P. Hall
I could write a book about how to have a great marriage. I could take full credit for the fact I married my best friend. I could talk about it in some way that convinces others that I know and that I am an expert because, look at my success. I could do that and gather up all the focus on me and get involved in people’s lives and tell them how to do it. What would I care, really? After I get past the point where I have dozens of people in my workshops or thousands attending my speaking engagements and buying my book, I don’t even see the cause and effect anymore. I have my reward for being able to put myself out there and gain “fame.”
The truth is I lucked out. I could just of easily have ended up with a psychopath. I could have ended up with an addict or just a ho hum guy who was as bored with life as I sometimes get and so we sat through the years and bored each other to death … literally. I say “literally” because I see so many older couples who occupy time and space together, but share nothing. They endure to the end in that state of emptiness. Continue reading
“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.” Unknown
I am sharing this post by Zen Gardner because it mirrors so much of my walk these past few weeks. The world seems awash with people struggling. Beyond the wars and epic tragedies of crime, politics and just our social defragmentation are the excruciating personal journeys as people everywhere are wondering what life is really about and what they are doing here. It is damn painful to start to look at oneself and realize that you are completely responsible for you. Continue reading
“We waste so much energy trying to cover up who we are when beneath every attitude is the want to be loved, and beneath every anger is a wound to be healed and beneath every sadness is the fear that there will not be enough time.
When we hesitate in being direct, we unknowingly slip something on, some added layer of protection that keeps us from feeling the world, and often that thin covering is the beginning of a loneliness which, if not put down, diminishes our chances of joy.
It’s like wearing gloves every time we touch something, and then, forgetting we chose to put them on, we complain that nothing feels quite real. Our challenge each day is not to get dressed to face the world but to unglove ourselves so that the doorknob feels cold and the car handle feels wet and the kiss goodbye feels like the lips of another being, soft and unrepeatable. ” Mark Nepo
Hindu Prince Gautama Siddharta, the founder of Buddhism, 563-483 B.C. said, “A friend is one to whom you can pour out the contents of your heart, chaff and grain alike. Knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.”
There are times when people come to us and tell us a tale of an incident between them and someone else. We listen and become angered for them, shifting our feelings in alignment with their position. Soon we are feeling the exact anger towards the person over something that never happened to us – but in the telling – our emotions have been coaxed, and we stand with our “friend” on the distinct side of a line. Continue reading
I knew there had to be an answer.
My son gave it to me.
What a lot of people do not understand about me is that I ask questions, not because I want to say something bad about other people, but because I really need to understand how things happen. I know we all think differently and I just could not get my head around this one question.
How do people go to church every Sunday and sit there and hear all the lessons and messages of love, forgiveness and be kind to one another and not get it? How can they sit there and hear those messages when they live their lives acting superior to everyone else and being cruel and unfair to other people around them? I mean choose to be a bastard, but then why go to church? Wouldn’t its lessons get in the way of your life? Continue reading
So Charlotte Dawson is being dumped by her management company for being “too honest.” See story here.
I don’t know a whole lot about Charlotte’s career or actions prior to my arriving in Australia, frankly it is irrelevant. None of us are the person we were even yesterday so even if she was a complete ass at some point, I am looking at who she is now. What I do know is that I have seen her on some television shows since, and then there was the whole incident with bullying last year and she talked about her battle with depression. That was when I started to pay attention. I thought it took courage for her to come forward and share that. We were not subjected to endless stories of her out of control or her battle, she kind of disappeared and resurfaced a few months later to do another show. I admired the positive message of that. How many people deal with depression and feel there is no hope? There she was proving that it is doable – without any big fanfare. Continue reading
Years ago, when I first started speaking, I addressed auditoriums full of people, who would come to me afterwards and tell me what a great talk I gave. I found myself depressed. I did not want to be the entertainment. I wanted what I said to be a tool that caused people to find within themselves a course of action that changed them, changed the way things were. I wanted to empower them.
I gave way the auditoriums for a more intimate one on one setting with smaller groups. I wanted to be sure each person was getting what they needed, but still I had people showing up who had a toolbox full of manuals and books and ticket stubs from all their classes and workshops. Tucked in their wallets were the tickets to the next one already booked after my class. These people go through life collecting tools that they never use. They think they win by having the most tools at the end of it all and never seem to understand that they are meant to put them to use, to test them, to make them their own unique tools. Continue reading