XVIII
The
personality you so value
Has no
real meaning to the ultimate.
It is a
distraction of an imagined fabrication.
* * *
Surrender
is the key to heaven.
The
divine will not intervene
Without
your invitation.
* * * *
How
uncomfortable dying can be.
* * * *
Inattention
is often the catalyst of misfortune.
* * * *
When
aren’t you paying for something?
* * * *
Curious
how you wake up every day
And
spend a major portion of it
Recollecting
and playing out
The
edifice of perceptions
Fabricated
by mind and senses.
* * * *
The
diversity of the universe about you
Are
ever endless facets of your own creation,
Countless
variations of the same mysterious theme.
* * * *
Even
the very astute can be fooled in unwary moments.
Any
manifestation, any portion of this dream has the potential,
To
entice almost anyone back into undiscerning ignorance.
Few are
ready to sign themselves over to oblivion.
* * * *
To
focus on any one portion of a tapestry,
Or one
aspect, one facet of a diamond
Is to
miss the holographic unity
Of each
and every part.
* * * *
The
eternal quest for truth and unity go beyond
The
mortal patterning of instinct and experience.
It is
the freeing release from the personal calamity.
* * * *
All
concept is limitation.
Uncarved
blocks are not blocks.
* * * *
Pretend
you are godness
Until
you know it for a fact.
* * * *
You as
persona are a knot
Which
awareness unravels.
* * * *
Anything
you think you are,
You are
not.
* * * *
Your
power does not come from ego.
* * * *
What is
sorrow but the dread of your mortal nature,
The
misunderstanding of conscious potential?
* * * *
Liberation
is like undoing knots in a rope,
Straightening
up a room after a party,
Cleaning
bugs off a windshield,
Unjamming
logs in a stream,
Ironing
wrinkles in a shirt.
* * * *
Nowness
is its own reward.
* * * *
Are you
waking to the dream,
Or is
the dream waking through you?
* * * *
Without
you, godness could not witness
Your
version of the play.
* * * *
Truth,
unity, cannot be unraveled or dissolved,
Only
masked by every imaginable form of ignorance.
* * * *
Do you
spend anywhere near as much time sharpening your soul
As you
do pandering your vanity and accumulating your things?
* * * *
Do away
with the vanity of separateness
To get
back to Eden.
* * * *
To
dwell within is the first and last frontier.
* * * *
Surrender
requires total humility.
Your
identity need not be a lifetime plan.
* * * *
Filled
with their door-to-door persuasion,
They
give themselves over to vainly proselytizing
The
infinity which they at best only dimly comprehend
In the
dense fog of their blinding, self-absorbed ignorance.
* * * *
The
devil may be the likable guy you know.
* * * *
Too
much of anything often makes one
Forget
how simple it was without it.
* * * *
Death
crumples life.
Time
fashions new dreams
From
the wreckage of destruction.
* * * *
To seek
recognition in any way, shape or form
Is the
vanity founding your manifest existence.
* * * *
To be
cast in any manifest form
At any
level of this vast dreamy mystery,
No
matter how infinitely powerful,
Your
limitations are carved.
* * * *
You are
because godness is
And
godness is because you are.
A
symbiotic relationship of the highest order.
* * * *
Ashrams
are like horticulture labs,
Precise
and calculating in the blossoming process.
Outside
the weeds find their own way.
* * * *
What
would tempt you back to this plane of existence?
What do
you desire to experience that you would die for?
* * * *
It is
not material things that are the problem,
But the
weight of attachment you give them.
* * * *
There
are countless versions of the golden calf
Which
you must someday melt into clay.
* * * *
What
choice does sculpted clay have
But to
play out the sculptor's design?
* * * *
The
only thing moving is your mind.
* * * *
The
shepherd is every nook and cranny,
And
each and every soul will be accounted for,
No
matter how terrifying the darkness may appear to be.
* * * *
You are
not the scribbling on the board, you are the board.
You are
not a shadow playing in the light, you are the light.
* * * *
There
is a divine logic to it all
Which
the mind bound in time-space
Cannot
even begin to accurately discern.
* * * *
But for
every drop, every grain,
Neither
ocean or shore would be.
* * * *
Lay no
claims you cannot substantiate.
* * * *
Avoid
blaming god for those harsh lessons
Which
bring you closer to home.
* * * *
Your
real family, your real tribe,
Are
those whose hearts rest in isness.
* * * *
As
expansive as you imagine it,
It is
so much more so.
* * * *
All
attempts to label yourself
Or
anyone or anything else
Are
vain and meaningless.
* * * *
Who are
you, really?
If you
do not know, who else does?
* * * *
Even
the most perfect bodies
Are
mountains worms will someday harvest.
* * * *
Peel
away all exteriors to find the real banana.
* * * *
To peek
behind the facade, to discern divine logic,
Requires
an irrational, illogical mind.
* * * *
What is
education for most
But
indoctrination into one mythos or another?
* * * *
Totality
can be sought and alluded to,
But is
never captured by graven images.
* * * *
Ideals
are meaningless
If you
do not act upon them.
* * * *
Pray
intuitively
Asking
nothing for yourself.
* * * *
You
must be very courageous
To know
that which is prior to mythos.
* * * *
What
earthly title or position
Could
compare with this knowing?
* * * *
It is
easy to be friendly with your pain
Once it
is gone.
* * * *
Do not
fear mistakes; there are none.
Errors
of judgment are great teachings
As you
slowly collect the tokens of wisdom.
* * * *
Look
beyond worldly mortal existence.
The
weaving of suffering, of desire, anger and fear
Are not
worth one iota of painful angst once your true nature is seen.
* * * *
Neither
this world nor any other realms
Are of
any ultimate concern.
* * * *
Discern
true faith, go home.
* * * *
It is
attachment to the movement of thought
Which
bars you from the stillness of the eternal.
* * * *
All
projection is illusion.
Nothing
seen, done or touched is real.
* * * *
To say
the light of god is all
Is to
miss the fact that any projector
Also
has an "off" position.
* * * *
Those
ego-ridden, earth-bound souls
To whom
power, status, and fortune matter,
Shine
dimly in their vain confusion.
* * * *
Your
burdens are the choices born of free will.
* * * *
Ignorance
speaks loudly and often,
Rarely
discerning what real listening is.
* * * *
If you
walk around with a full head,
All you
get is your own recording.
* * * *
Nothing,
everything, that's you.
* * * *
Assume
the possibility.
Spend
the rest of your life
Exploring
the subtlety.
* * * *
Humanity
is going to get
A
pretty shocking slap across the face
If it
does not wake up soon.
* * * *
Be
loyal to all and none.
* * * *
When
you realize there are none who are not,
You
become your brother's keeper.
* * * *
To say
"I am the way" does not imply a path.
It is
more accurately "The way it is."
* * * *
The
seed of the spirit
Requires
water, soil and sun
If it
is to be nourished into full blossom.
Lacking
any of these the soul will rarely find its way.
* * * *
There
are at least three solutions to any maze.
Wander
aimlessly, sit down or climb out.
* * * *
The
fear of death has concocted so much inanity
In
every arena of manifest consciousness.
* * * *
The
rational mind is linear.
The
irrational nature of liberation
Is
without direction or motive.
* * * *
All
division is vain choice.
No
reality sustains it.
* * * *
Call it
what you will,
You are
it and it is you.
* * * *
Words,
thoughts, concepts
Only
have power over you
When
you believe them real.
* * * *
Contemplate
godness wherever you are, whatever you are doing.
* * * *
God is
not over there in some pristine golden palace.
Isness
is within you no matter the time, activity or setting.
* * * *
Drugs
are tools to unlock the rational mind.
Their
effect is less and less as the irrational mind
Gains
footlessness in the clarity beyond form.
* * * *
To
those locked in the rigidity of forms
Divine
logic appears foolishly irrational.
* * * *
We are
all puppets at the whim of the divine puppeteer.
Few, if
any, can know how the script will play itself out.
Each
must simply find contentment in their designated role.
* * * *
Practice
at being godness.
Sooner
or later you will get it down.
* * * *
In
oneness, diversity.
In
diversity, oneness.
* * * *
We are
the briefest twitch
Of an
incalculably tiny synapse
Of that
most divine totality.
* * * *
To
fully embrace the infinity of your ultimate nature,
To
completely surrender to the unmanifest
With
every particle of your being,
That is
the ultimate bliss.
No
scripture ever written can capture it.
* * * *
This
dream requires that you exist in the way you do
That it might continue to unfold as it will.
* * * *
You
do not have to prove anything to any other.
You do not have to do
anything, say anything, write anything,
To know, whatever it
is, that you are it, have always been it, and will ever be it.
Just being it in the
nowness, to your heart’s content, is enough.
* * * *
From
the oneness spring the many,
And the many, blinded
in their separation,
Wreak havoc and
destruction upon themselves.
* * * *
No
matter the costume or mask or name,
The we who is you who
is me … is ever the same.
* * * *
Don’t
quite understand why
Anyone has to be born a
few trillion or so times
To discern that
bullshit is bullshit.
* * * *
Agape
is a process of surrendering to the reality of all.
* * * *
The
back and forth argument
About this or that god
Is about as ludicrous
as debating
Santa Claus, the Tooth
Fairy, or the Easter Bunny.
The truth of it is that
nobody really knows diddly-squat about anything.
That is the wonder of
it.
* * * *
Another
totally believable lie.
* * * *
There
can be no shadow without light,
Nor light without the
shadow through which it weaves.
* * * *
The
song of god is in every moment played.
Conscious
breathing will help keep you there.
*
* * *
Birth
into this dualistic world is the first of many cuts to the heart.
From womb to
manifestation must, indeed be a shock to every Soul.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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