Uradiance

"The most difficult part of loving is learning to tolerate the helplessness we feel in the face of a loved one's suffering." (Dr. Sheldon Kopp) Sometimes we're not called to heal a family member or a sea turtle, or to change them, or to lay on some glib enlightenment : but simply to be present to their pain. This is difficult, because it requires humility.

    The answer to every question is NO. Then, when the mind is still, let the N melt away.     Friends, how many sets of wings we are, all bearing one weightless soul, who circumscribes the cosmos in a lovely Zero, going nowhere, equaling nothing.     Of course the Zero's emptiness is not nothing, but everything, a vibrant churning sea of virtual selves, fluctuations of the vacuum, where we are both wave and particle, each at our base the ocean of all yet at our peak a particular person. We don't dance with each other. We dance in each other.

There are two spiritual ways, an ancient way and an eternal way. The eternal way is refreshment in the wellspring of the present moment. Therefor, the eternal way is always new. The eternal way has nothing to do with time. The ancient way is embedded in time. It is the way of religion, the way of form, the way of formal spirituality. The ancient way can be quite beautiful, as long as one doesn't remain encased in words and images of the past. I am a chrysalis. My religion is the cocoon in which the chrysalis safely germinates its spirit. The chrysalis takes the cocoon's shape until it is strong enough to spread translucent wings and soar in the vast blue sky, which is the space of my own awareness. In that moment of emergence, I leave the ancient way and enter the eternal. The ancient way is a story. The story of the ancient way is about the past and the future, yet strangely silent about the present. The eternal way is not a story, and it is all about no...

  Consciousness vibrates.  Even when thought-free and still, the silence of consciousness is alive. The inner vibrancy of awareness is life itself, pulsing in sutras of pure knowledge, which are the very laws of physics that create a material universe out of the void. Sutra is the Sanskrit root of the English suture , a thread. These threads in the fabric of consciousness correspond to the strings of energy in the String Theory of contemporary physics: strings that intertwine multiple dimensions of space and time to form virtual particles in the vacuum of empty space. From this churning sea of silence, this subatomic symphony in the heart of emptiness, each particle of so-called matter arises to manifest our cosmos. Space is awake with energy. An infinitesimal point in empty space is a portal to limitless light & immeasurable electricity. The void is vibrant with virtual particles, fluctuations of the vacuum. From here we will draw the energy of the future. T...

 " Fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air and over every living creature that moves on the ground." (Genesis 1:28) My intellect filters out glory. I measure every appearance in relation to a thought, an ideal that only exists in my mind. I strain the ocean of the incomprehensible through a gray shroud of rationality, and try to rise above the world in my lonely tower of dominion, imagining that God created me to rule, to subdue, and thus to be separate... But what would I behold if I threw away my little cup and ceased to measure the sea? What would I feel if I let waves of Radiance crash over me, wordless and ineluctable, as on the first morning when Adam had not yet tamed the world with names? Which luminous toenail or freakish twig, which mistaken tweet of random rapture in the song of robins, which byte of glorious star spam overloading night with the silent beauty of useless information, what golden follicle of poodle...

Don't settle for what is possible. It's been done. Don't stop at wind, sun, tides, or even the atomic nucleus. Go a little deeper, just beneath the surface of sensation in your body, just beneath the chatter of thoughts in your mind, lies a field of untapped abundance: clean, free, ever joyous. This is the energy of living silence, the infinite energy-source of the future.

Great spiritual philosophers say, "You are not this body." But I joyfully confess, I AM this body, every sacred atom of it, and every photon of my flesh is a portal to God.

  Young man, don't be swayed by the old tribal story, the myth that manhood must be tested in war by killing other men. It is not so. Men are born brothers. Cain's rage was his weakness, not a strength. Letting elders tell your fate is folly. Presence is freedom. Stand here. Un-choose the ancient tale. Now, create a new man. Make peace.