I discovered that the Universe is talking to me, all the time, if only I will just pay attention.
I thought about something today:
Fear has interfered with my awareness.
I would like to wave a magic wand and not ever be afraid again. Alas, ego won’t easily have that.
I’m listening to some great stuff on audiotapes to work with that very thing – my fear.
I’m not afraid of death. I am not afraid of living.
I’m mostly afraid of making mistakes while I’m living that hurt me or people I love. Mostly because I make a lot of them. And then after making mistakes, these days I say, “it’s all right, I love you” to myself, like a mother would to her child who made a mistake. It’s the best I can do, for now.
As I understand it, for some, transformation to complete awareness is instantaneous; for others, transformation is gradual. I find myself in the latter camp. Either way, it’s all good. I’ll get there, someday. I know I will.
you make a lot of mistakes … then use them for something
Well, golly, he’s right. I make a lot of mistakes, and I can use them for something. What a perfect example of using our mistakes for something beautiful.
About the photograph he said:
this is the bark of a cherry tree
lit by a low winter sun
but completely defocussed
by the autofocus
I was reading yesterday from The Untethered Soul: The Journey Beyond Yourself by Michael Singer. I have to share something from that book:
The lost soul is the consciousness that has dropped into the place where one human’s thoughts, emotions, and sensory perceptions of sound, taste, touch and smell are all synchronized. All these messages come back to one spot. Then the consciousness, which is capable of being aware of anything, makes the mistake of focusing on that one spot too closely. When the consciousness gets sucked in, it no longer knows itself as itself. It knows itself as the objects it’s experiencing. In other words, you perceive yourself as these objects. You think you are the sum of all your learned experiences.
What differentiates a conscious, centered being from a person who is not so conscious is simply the focus of their awareness. It’s not a difference in the consciousness itself. All consciousness is the same. Just as all light from the sun is the same, all awareness is the same. Consciousness is neither pure, nor impure; it has no qualities. It’s just there, aware that it’s aware. The difference is when your consciousness is not centered within, it becomes totally focused on the objects of consciousness. When you are a centered being, however, your consciousness is always aware of being conscious. Your awareness of being is independent of the inner and outer objects you happen to be aware of.
That’s just utterly intriguing to me. To have read what I read, and said what I said, and have seen what I have seen, a concrete illustration of what can happen when you change the focus of consciousness.
Amazing, isn’t it?