I am still saddened by how much time and effort people put into running from one spiritual guru to the next, course after course of instruction, instead of putting that same effort into time with themselves, connected to the source of all wisdom and power and love, understanding who they are so that they can live a life that blesses the lives of others.
It is not the gathered knowledge that is the magic, it is the understanding and empowering of self that allows us to live and do that which heals and lifts others. When we are strong and in tune we act with an intention guided by the correct purpose of who we are. We are in sync. We are powerful. We are moved into positions where our actions can have the most impact. We are led to lessons just for us. We are present in teaching moments where the connection between us and the “student” is deep. It is not the “classes” we hold as much as it the life we live. Who are we? Continue reading
“I learned through my body and soul that it was necessary to sin, that I needed lust, that I had to strive for property and experience nausea and the depths of despair in order to learn not to resist them, in order to learn to love the world, and no longer compare it with some kind of desired imaginary vision of perfection, but to leave it as it is, to love it and be glad to belong to it.” Hermann Hesse
Spent some time reading and rereading this one. There are so many people waking up to who they are and what this world is. I have such strong hopes that we will be gentle with one another at this time . . . that we will be patient and loving and helpful because this is such an individual process and there is no road map of us so we have to allow others to figure themselves out.
I have been working with my grand daughter and teaching her to see things differently. We see people who seem to be asleep to us, who do not understand or see what we do. The lesson is not about the other people. It is about ourselves. Just as we can see those people, there are people who see us because the lesson is that we never know it all BUT if we are always open and searching we will see and recognize the truth as it comes to us. 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
Wow did we miss the mark on this one, IF the whole purpose of education is to make people windows and not mirrors. I was drop kicked in school for daring to open a window, my kids were drop kicked and my grand kids are being drop kicked. Looking at the material for schooling today it is mind numbing. The premise that you start from is almost so nonsensical as to seem a joke. A person has to shut off their critical thinking and just adopt the premise as set forth by the teacher. The only thing I am learning in the straight jacket called education is that I made it miles from my “box” … I can’t even see my box anymore. I have appreciated that my thinking has not been that narrow or that limited for eons. Continue reading
When I started Jr. High, I began a ritual that I continued until I graduated. I began class by walking in, picking up a piece of chalk and writing, “education is a farce,” on the black board. The teacher would have to begin the class by erasing what I had written.
Not a single teacher ever took me on. We did not talk about it. We did not debate it. It was written by me. Erased by the teacher. Continue reading