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Nonduality Highlights:
Issue #3184, Sunday, June 1, 2008, Editor: Mark
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In this moment, we are always at the mercy of the Whole. The mind
weaves its web of pretend security that sort of buffers our
perception of this, but in any moment, anything can happen to us.
We
are so here, at the mercy of whatever wants to catch us. When we
are
completely unprepared, naked, clueless and just here, there is a
rightness about it. A softness and vulnerable feeling, but also a
solid feeling of sitting on the throne of the Beloved, so sweetly
open.
If I'm not protecting myself from this moment, what's here?
What's
here to see I've never seen? What's absolutely so new that in
paying
attention to it, everything I thought I knew can drop away?
We give ourselves mercy when we dare to be here without all of
our
stories of what must be wrong with us, what must need solving,
and
what must be done in order to just be here. When we give
ourselves a
break and simply let ourselves be.
Now we can come to this moment, delivered from the weight of what
our
mind says must be, and instead find out what is. If we don't go
to
the mind, there's not much happening. And what is happening, what
we
can find happening if we don't go to the mind, just wants to be
touched by us. Seen by us. Embraced by us. Let be, as it is.
I sit up here at your mercy. I let you see all the way into the
heart
of me, without rehearsal or protection, without a clever plan.
And
that's what I invite from you also. Then it's just beauty
beholding
beauty.
Not much here for the mind, in terms of entertainment, or
anything to
chew on. So if there's anyone who's used to being in their mind,
you
might find yourself wondering where the action is. It's in your
heart, in your gaze, in your beholding. In the complete flinging
open
of the doors, in the complete offering of what's there. Just to
rest
here forever.
When we look out from Love, all is already done. Already fed. We
just
forget that we're fullness and Love, and then we go looking for
it,
trying to get back to it. Trying to get somebody to listen to us,
just for five minutes. Instead of remembering, "Oh my God,
I'm the
feast itself!" So we can say, "I don't always feel like
the feast,
but I am the feast itself. I sometimes feel like a pack of a
thousand
beggars looking for the feast, but I am the feast itself."
That's why
the beggars come and visit you; that's why there are so many of
them.
They heard a rumor that you're a feast and they didn't wait for
the
invitations to be printed. They came running.
It is not theoretical that we are Love. It's not something we
have to
wait to connect to when we've said enough prayers or sat enough
hours
in meditation. If we wander just for a moment away from the
tyranny
of the mind, we either run into Love Itself or a beggar. And if
we
pat the beggar and say, "Oh, my dear, you've come for the
feast! Here
I am," we return to love. When we forget we're the feast,
and we
start thinking that the beggar is a sign of something very
horrible;
then we just run around in crazy beggar clothes for awhile. So we
slow down to hear and let ourselves be completely consumed by
these
beggars we've been kicking out the door, locking in the basement,
tying up and telling to go away for the last however long. Let
them
have you.
Radiant beauty - that's what you are. You can't help it, even on
your
worst days. We forget to look for the radiant beauty in ourselves
and
outside of ourselves. We're conditioned to look for the slime. We
don't need to participate in our own sliming; we don't. When you
rest
in Love, all is done. All is good. All is perfect. All is well.
Pride is interesting. How the frightened body-mind builds and
builds
and builds its little tower up here all by itself, aboe
everything,
out of the reach of what you fear might get you. And Truth just
comes
in and goes "Hoowagh!" And you find yourself lying on
the ground with
everybody else; we all end up on the ground. It's the only place
we
can come from that's true.
Stay in that beautiful, naked, not-knowing. May you live always
there. It takes a little while to get used to it. It's very, very
raw
and uncomfortable, and plenty of people will let you know that
that's
true, complete with details about what you should be doing to
make
them more comfortable about your willingness to hang out in the
void.
Let's just call it what it is. People say they're being helpful,
but
they're freaked out. Bless their hearts. You don't need any help;
you
are right at the core and center of the Truth. No worries. Just
perfect. Naked, clueless. Me too.
Namaste, much LOVE,
Jeannie Zandi