It is amazing to me how beautifully the understanding of what this is flows into the expression of day-to-day life. I have heard it asked, why bother, why walk the path of truth at any cost. Isn’t simply living life enough.
I have heard it said that getting too steeped in the search, too focused on the sacred, is a waste of a God given life, is a rejection of the precious time we are given.
I have heard it said that spirituality is escapism and that I should get real, should get a life.
There are so many things that I’ve heard that would break your heart open. Perhaps that is why they were said, unintentionally, perhaps even ignorantly, but is there ever truly an ignorant act? There is, only when we labor under the fallacy of mistaken identity.
We all act from our own evolving understanding of life. Not one of us is looking for anything other than peace, happiness, and the treasure of being loved … and yes, we all go about it differently, but still based on our current best understanding of what might work best for us. If we could do it differently, we would.
It is habitual to look at an another’s way and decry its validity, especially when it is worlds apart from ours, when it seems harmful and full of spite. The automatic response is to blame, to condemn, to look on in disgust.
That is the natural response to our inability to understand, our felt inadequacy, our sensed incompetency, even when there is no reasonableness, no common ground from which to draw.
Rather than feel that, the seeming lack, rather than diving into the hurt, the ache, the sense of loss, we distract ourselves with the game of blame, of right and wrong, of stupid and smart.
It is a long-standing, seemingly acceptable, way to live.
You see, we feel the dissonance and it hurts, even when we don’t recognize it as such. There is not two, the one with the hurtful ways and you. There is no separation parting the seas between you and she, you and he. There is only the ocean of aliveness appearing as tidal waves and swells, surface foam and the deep blue sea, expressing through the many portals of humanity.
Seeing what this is, viscerally experiencing life as not two, changes the reactive mechanism, opening a level of true compassion and understanding, making it clear that we are simply different expressions, not right and wrong.
What would happen if instead of condemnation we met others with curiosity; instead of righteousness, interest; instead of reaction, compassion? After all, they are not truly other, they only appear that way.
When we act from the understanding of separation, even when we intellectually get that it doesn’t exist, we cannot but default into the habitual story.
Can you imagine true forgiveness, forgiveness that doesn’t have any judgement attached, that doesn’t require compromise or self-sacrifice? True forgiveness is the recognition that there is nothing wrong, and from that place of understanding, of recognition of what this is, of what we are, the unwinding happens organically.
We hold the dissonance in place, isometrically maintaining what we resist, propping it up, granting it solidity … and it’s hard work because it goes against everything we are. Your body knows this; so does your heart.
Until we let life be, it will be hobbled by our divided mind, given instructions and filled with the supporting data that ensures discord.
Today two habitual responses appeared and as quickly, dissolved into the recognition that it couldn’t be otherwise. Allowing it to be, I no longer added to the dissonance.
Each moment is the opportunity to react, or to pause and see clearly. It feels good. It is nurturing for body mind and soul. Seeing that it is possible … priceless.
There is no appropriate bio for Amaya Gayle. She doesn’t exist other than as an expression of Consciousness Itself. Talking about her in biographical terms is a disservice to the truth and to anyone who might be led to believe in such nonsense. None of us exist, not in the way we think. Ideas spring into words. Words flow onto paper and yet no one writes them. They simply appear fully formed. Looking at her you would swear this is a lie. She’s there after all, but honestly, she’s not. Bios normally wax on about accomplishments and beliefs, happenings in time and space. She has never accomplished anything, has no beliefs and like you was never born and will never die. Engage with Amaya at your own risk.
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