What is the greatest service you can give to humanity? To shift into alignment with your Self.
This is atonement, at-one-ment. This is attunement, harmony. You are the tuning fork, and the cosmos resonates to your hollow core, as to a bell whose rim encircles the empyrean.
Stars fall into alignment with the center of creation when you come into alignment with your own heart. Pierced by the axis of your backbone, this dervish galaxy wheels around the wound where your rib went missing and your longing for God arose. All the whirled finds healing in the emptiness between your heartbeats.
Because the sphere of eternity has no circumference, its center is everywhere. Therefor you are the center when you choose to Be. Place your body in this moment and listen to the milky way settle lightly as a gossamer veil upon you. Let your chest contain the night, stirring trillions of stars into the nectar of this breath. With the sound of an ocean wave dissolving on phosphorescent sand, dissolve your mind into radiant darkness.
Love is the flowering of silence. Therefor no "I" needs to make an effort, no "doer" needs to impose its will. Grace happens.
Love is the flowering of silence. Therefor no "I" needs to make an effort, no "doer" needs to impose its will. Grace happens.
In the ancient tribal awareness of Israel, before the oral tradition of story-telling got written down and codified into a book of laws, the concept of "sin" was completely different than what we have inherited through medieval theologians. The word for sin in Hebrew was "hatah," which literally meant "missing the mark," thus being "off-center."
When I'm off the mark, the trajectory of my life does not return to its center. In Hebrew prayer, this turning around / turning within / returning to center / is called "Tshuvah." If my heart never practices returning, Tshuvah, "i" wander in exile from "Am," just as Israel wandered in exile from יהוה, the One Who Is.
And because I am in exile from myself, everything around me feels unbalanced, out of alignment. This all-pervading sense of missing the mark is "hatah," the existential state of Sin. It the post-modern world, we no longer believe in it. Yet it is the nameless floating anxiety that makes us ever restless, desperate, and resentful of others' happiness. It drives us to seek happiness in all the wrong places, and seek "justice" by judging others, trying to fix them instead of healing ourselves. Anxiety is just another expression of my misalignment, my dis-ease. And the outrage I feel at the world's injustice is really the projection of in-rage: anger at myself for being so out of tune.
One who has tasted even a moment of alignment knows that our true nature is happiness. And what is the sign that one is not in alignment with true nature? We resent the happiness of others. Then our politics, even our "spirituality," is based on resentment.
And because I am in exile from myself, everything around me feels unbalanced, out of alignment. This all-pervading sense of missing the mark is "hatah," the existential state of Sin. It the post-modern world, we no longer believe in it. Yet it is the nameless floating anxiety that makes us ever restless, desperate, and resentful of others' happiness. It drives us to seek happiness in all the wrong places, and seek "justice" by judging others, trying to fix them instead of healing ourselves. Anxiety is just another expression of my misalignment, my dis-ease. And the outrage I feel at the world's injustice is really the projection of in-rage: anger at myself for being so out of tune.
One who has tasted even a moment of alignment knows that our true nature is happiness. And what is the sign that one is not in alignment with true nature? We resent the happiness of others. Then our politics, even our "spirituality," is based on resentment.
If we really want to bring the world into balance, we can begin by aligning ourselves with the source, the fountain of joy that pours from our own heart's core. Drink from the wellspring of Sat-Chit-Ananda: Energy, Awareness, Bliss. Sat-Chit-Ananda is not a philosophical concept, a belief, or a mere mood, but the very substance of consciousness, out of whose threads the universe is woven. Sat-Chit-Ananda is what "i" actually Am.
Effortless attunement with my own heart sends waves of harmony throughout the resonant fields in all creation: the field of each atom, the field that springs with celestial Buddha worlds, the wisdom field of the ancestors, the mycellium field beneath the earth's loam, the vast entangled beauty-field of the void. To resolve my Self resolves the cosmos, and dissolves the separation between inner and outer, between spirit and matter, between God and humanity.
Beauty is the blossoming of stillness. This workless work happens at the subtlest quantum level of energy, just where waves of pure consciousness vibrate the vacuum into particles. To heal the world, just settle down until you breathe the glow at creation's source. Settle the churning waves of this hurried, hapless, angry mind into the fullness of the ocean.
There is no need to depart from this moment, from this body, from this breath. Simply rest in their alignment. Let the drop of "i" return to the sea of "Am." Tshuvah.
There is no need to depart from this moment, from this body, from this breath. Simply rest in their alignment. Let the drop of "i" return to the sea of "Am." Tshuvah.
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