Space Exploration...

In my dreams last night, I kept dreaming of an empty space inside of myself and it startled me. I would inquire to different unknown and hazy aspects of myself what was wrong and they would assure me repeatedly that there everything was fine. It is important to note that the space was seen outside of my self. It was separate though I understood it to be part of me.

As I awoke this morning I understood at once what this dream meant. I have, this last week really experienced emptiness for the first time. This dream was telling me to let go of the anxiety that I am experiencing in my waking consciousness as a result of these changes that I am going through. I am struggling a little bit with balance currently and I am also needing clarity to further understand this.

I am excited that as of 6 minutes ago, I will start my first "fruit day." I really appreciate the practical tools I am given to substantiate the lessons I am learning.
It gives me something tangible to sculpt my thoughts against.

I am also working on a super secret project and I have been wanting a thought focus while working this project...but I can't seem to pin one down for myself. Any help out there? What I can tell you is that this project is a big gift not just for the recipients, but for me because it provides me an opportunity to give on a large scale anonymously!

To love in the past is only a memory.

To love in the future is only a fantasy.

True love is born in the here and now.

Buddha

Bringing Forward...

Falling Into the Fold

So, I have spent an incalculable amount of energy in this lifetime struggling to keep my Self from falling into the fold. Now, I find my Self spending just as much energy if not more to keep myself inside the fold. I do have to find joy in the ridiculous degrees of duality I have inflicted upon my Self this time 'round.

But, I am settling down and learning to recognize the brilliance of communion on that next level...
I am.

Wrinkling the papers....

This blog was started and abandoned in the same stroke. Perhaps it was the notion that this could be the place where I could freely express the tumbling blocks of thought that fill my mind.
Was that too much of a commitment for me? There is nothing more possible.
Imagine an infantile doodle in red and white of a man making an OK sign with his clip art hand...and a slogan that says "A Slice is Nice," made even more grotesque by the misshapen fat exclamation mark that also bears a tiny TM at the superior lateral right angle. That's the way I see the world around me. And it's soggy with grease...