Uradiance

    Fall into your heart. Rest. Pulsate. It is astonishing when the heart falls in love with itself, gazing into the mirror of its own awareness, and you discover the Beloved, whom you sought for lifetimes outside you, waiting to gaze back from deeper inside than your own soul. You do not have to seek the Beloved anymore. Just look into the one who has been seeking. For the Beloved has always been waiting to gaze back from the mirror I Am. This is why, when God told Moses the divine Name, it was doubled, repeated twice, as you are to yourself: I Am that I Am.  Divine relationship vibrates through eternity in the silence of the One. In the unity of the Self has always been a divine Other. Here is what God is always doing in the depths of your aloneness. When you see that the Beloved is already here, when you see that the resonance of Lover and Beloved is the very structure of consciousness, the very paradox of self-awareness, then waves of loving-kindness flow out of your ...

  Just below the heart and just above the solar plexus, to be precise, is a temple in the valley of grace. And here, two fingers' width in front of your chest, to be precise, is a flame that does not burn but gives sweetness. It is like cotton spun from fibers of starlight. All triangles point here. All equations are balanced by the breath this space holds. The constellations, those beasts of silence, gather to drink from this spring which Jesus called the well of everlasting life. Milarepa called it the jewel at the center of the lotus, this flower of the Self that falls in love with its own bee-drowning fragrance, this jewel whose ineffable proportions drive mathematicians mad in search of beauty. Perhaps the name of "Krishna" will draw you here, perhaps the name of "Jesus," or the secret name of the Goddess born on vapors of surrender. All such names are just the sound of your heartbeat...

     Do you feel it? The shift that happened at the solstice? The husk has been peeled off our star, and the divine glow of our inner sun, Christ Consciousness, now shines from the sky above, suffusing every atom of the earth. Love's light dissolves the veil between the worlds. And our heartbeat says, "I Am You, I Am You."

"Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night: How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to others note, Singing their great Creator? oft in bands While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk, With heavenly touch of instrumental sounds In full harmonic number joined, their songs Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to Heaven." ~Milton, Paradise Lost, Book IV If you are awake you can never be alone. Intimacy is the heart of the cosmos. This is the good news: consciousness is never merely I Am, but I-Thou. In Self-awareness there are two, not one. Awareness reflects itself, groks itself, and vibrates not merely as vast oneness, but as an intimate relationship of Lover and Beloved. So intimate, indeed, that the wedding of the Two happens in t...

To be human is a gift. To be on earth is a gift, especially now, the worst of times, the best of times. The greatest gift you can receive is the gift of paradox. To spread your arms and open your heart in the cruciform gesture of early Christian prayer, the "orant posture," is precisely how a Lakota warrior stands in the Hanbleceya, crying for a vision, facing the dawn; and exactly how a Taoist warrior of peace, in Qigong meditation, stands tall, spreads her arms, and embraces the rushing winds of time. The gift of paradox is your flesh. Stumble akimbo, wildly widely hugging. Let East and West kiss in the chuppah of your heart. From your crown to your feet, let the lightning in your spine unite the North and South. Let shadows and suns from every end of the cosmos merge in your chest. Be the antipodes. When you cling to the light, you are lost. When you cling to the dark, you are lost. Don't be a fist, be an open palm. Heavenly beings envy your human birth. They ...

 In this meditation, let's enter the mysterious heart of I Am, where I Am   becomes Lover and Beloved in the unity of Being.  

       You did not come to this planet to worship a pair of sandals or a white robe. You did not come to this planet to be on the left or the right, to be a believer or a non-believer, to be the color "white" or the color "black." You did not come here to get angry at reflections in a mirror or prepare for disasters that never happen. No friend, you came to be astonished by a dust mote. You came to be torn in two by laughter and pain, then made whole again by the tang of a berry on your wild tongue. Why waste another moment arguing for or against when you could slide down this beam of breath, soft as moonlight, into the radiance you are?

It happened so softly you thought it was a robin's egg, tiny, edgeless, blue. But it was the sky in your chest. Photo: Edward Fielding

"Out beyond right thinking and wrong thinking there's a field, will you meet me there?" Out beyond Israel and Palestine there's a field, will you meet me there? Out beyond Islam and Christianity, Atheism and Religion, Oneness and Twoness there's a field, will you meet me there? Beyond Republican and Democrat, Beyond Whiteness and Blackness, Beyond the Binary and Nonbinary there's a field where wine forgets it was ever a grape, a meadow full of bees with ten thousand fragrances that all become honey. I asked Rumi, "Which path leads there?" He said, "Follow any sweetness through the gate that is always open." I asked, "Where is that gate?" He pointed, and his finger ever so gently pressed the hollow in my sternum, where the heart breathes. Photo: a field near my home, view of Mt. Rainier

As one who knows nothing, I am authorized to give you permission  to enter the radiance of Un-knowing. That's where the juice is.  Let us sink together from the mind into the sun of the heart, beyond  form, beyond anything that can be known.

     Can you turn a Mystery into a technique? Can you turn Grace into 12 steps, or 10 commandments? Can you cool the fire of God into smoldering tablets? According to the accounts in Exodus and Deuteronomy, Moses entered a cloud of unknowing on the mountain, and there, beyond the senses, saw God as uncreated fire. He heard the voice of the almighty but saw no form. "The Lord spoke from the midst of the fire: you heard the sound of the words but saw no form (Deut. 4:12)."  There God revealed the divine name: "I AM." This is real meditation. But when Moses came out of the cloud, the Word of God somehow solidified into stone, on which ten laws were etched.  This is what happens where we step out of the Fire, back into the linear thinking of conceptual mind. It is better to enter the Fire and simply leave your Self there, where you don't need any tablets, any laws. Then the mind, the senses, and the body can emerge into the world again, to perform thei...

The radiance glowing from your chest contains more energy and intelligence than all the AI data centers technocrats could ever build. Rest there. Return to the kingdom of your heart. Real intelligence is never artificial. It is You. The survival of humanity depends on whether or not you have the courage to take your sovereignty back. _______   Image: by Rashani Réa from a book of poems and mandalas we created together. LINK 

"There is a light that shines beyond all things on earth, beyond the heavens, beyond the highest heaven. This is the light that shines in our hearts."  ~Chandogya Upanishad 3.13.7 "For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, has shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God, in the face of Christ."  ~2 Corinthians 4:6 Both the Vedic and Christian traditions make the same astonishing claim: that the divine light embodied by the universe shines from the intimate core of our own hearts, as the light of Consciousness. This radiance is deeper inside us than our mind, yet it is the very energy from which the cosmos is created. Distance is illusion. I am wedded to the quasar ten billion light years from here, whose glow is my body. There is no such place as elsewhere.  I Am not estranged from the creation around me, and I Am never alone. Every blade of grass, sparrow feather, dust mote and star is a fiery golden...

 

  Beneath the veil of words is the face of silence. Under the fountain of ideas is the well of Unknowing. Bathe in the grace at the end of your breath, just before the next breath is given. Given, not taken. Rest in holy Darkness, creation's groundless womb. Be the night and you will give birth to stars. Can you hear what hums before mind arises, the song that transmutes each atom, each electron of your flesh, into the glorious light of the body of Christ? Why else are you here? Image: Rose window, Chartres

    I just found this little meditation written 15 years ago and thought it worth resurrecting... "All through the physical world runs that unknown content which must surely be the stuff of our consciousness."  ~Sir Arthur Eddington, founder of quantum physics "Bread which fills the hungry, we utter over you the name of the Mother. Come, hidden Mother, unite with us in this sacrament which we celebrate in your name." ~Gnostic Acts of Thomas Many spiritual seekers attempt to rise above the body and transcend matter. But matter is "mater," the Great Mother herself, who among early Christian Gnostics was considered to be the Holy Spirit. In true meditation, we don't need to transcend the body, or rise above matter. We ARE matter. Instead of resisting what we are, we can consciously embrace our weight, our mass, our connection with the ground, and the sacred pull of gravity. Gravity is the grace of the Mother. Gravity centers us. As it pull...

If you breathe through the place where you already are, you will slip down the stem of this body and return to your see. You will meet the aboriginal Grandmother deeper within you than the sky, and the tribe of the first people will emerge from the loam. Some say an ant hill, some say a yoni between three blood-red stones.  You will remember how to play the drum of your diaphragm with dancing bones of love. How to pluck the antelope- horned lyre of your heart using fingers of the moon, and scent healing sage in the desert of your teardrop. We've spent so many lives becoming “you” and “me.” Yet there is no other power but the way we melt into  each other, and become rain. The way we are poured as one sizzled offering into a fire that heals the earth. Image: aboriginal painter Colleen Wallace