Sedona.biz Columnist Amaya Gayle Publishes New Book

Sedona, AZ — To plunge into the depths of existence and non-existence takes the courage of an astronaut exploring the outer and inner limits of a limitless universe.

In her book “Actuality: infinity at play,” local author and Sedona.biz columnist Amaya Gayle takes us on a playful romp through the ever-changing what is, what’s not, what was, and what may be of one’s eternal journey in the knowing of self and beyond.

Brutal honesty, loving playfulness, a rapier wit, and absolute fearlessness arm this author and metaphysicist with the tools one needs to face any monster or challenge encountered when plumbing the depths of who they are. This book is a ride through time and space, outer and inner, the known and unknown. So fasten your seatbelts, get ready to laugh and cry, as we frolic through the realms of actuality.

Here, in her own words, she gives us a glimpse of what awaits us in the pages of “Actuality: infinity at play.”

“I’ve written several books, but none like Actuality: infinity at play. I’m excited that it’s officially off the desk at New Sarum Press. Fresh and new, just like me and you, it is the cumulation of years of inner exploration and the shared intimacy of outer appearances.

We aren’t static. Nothing is. We, and all of our lifetime creations, are living masterpieces, eternally forged in the fires of our experience. We are perpetual change, the sacred dice that cannot stop themselves from rolling, that are guaranteed to display new levels of unpredictability with each toss. What we understand ourselves to be shakes out of what we have experienced previously, and the vast ripple of responses organically created in their wake. I call that the living blueprint.

With each input of energy in the field, each new experience of trauma and loss, happiness and ecstasy, boredom and frustration, innate wisdom is expanded, or ancient ignorance is compacted. Either way, the potency of who were mere seconds before cannot help but recalibrate. As perpetual change, we are realigned and born anew with each breath, whether we realize it or not.

Life is wondrous that way, a never-ending resurrection, unending transmutation. We generally don’t see it because we humans tend to resist our lives, especially what we see as hazardous to our specific needs and wants. We have been taught to view the known as preferable, safer, regardless of how distressing it is. If it wasn’t so painful it would truly be funny. Instead it’s the tender truth at the heart of all great comedians’ dark humor.

We resist the one thing we cannot change – change itself. It’s too damn unnerving to accept utter uncertainty, to admit that life is out of our control … so we don’t. In our denial, we run around propping up the shadowy cards in our shaky shelters, wondering why we feel so exhausted, cranky and sometimes, downright mean.

We buttress ourselves with beliefs that seem to serve us well, that is until they don’t, until entire sections of our houses implode. Beliefs can’t fix our problem. They only heap fallacy upon fallacy, for we believe what is false and reject what is true. It is quite predictable, humanity’s common condition. We’ve been programmed since we popped out of the womb to believe in a world of duality – of me and you, heaven and earth, good and bad – programmed to trust the appearances we see, programmed by parents and a society that was programmed as well.

That programming is sticky because it makes sense to a programmed mind. If you can’t trust what you see, what can you trust? Nothing, and that is terrifying, so it takes more than a bit of courage, and the collapse of some key beliefs, to be willing, let alone able, to look at life with a truly open mind.

The only thing actually standing between each of us and what we are, what this is – infinity at play – is the belief that something stands between us, that we have to do the work, that we are discrete beings who have to earn our way. We believe in two-ness in a world that is not two. We believe in so many things, things we don’t realize we have put our trust in, things that create the monsters in our closets, the bridges we need to cross, our ideas of unworthiness, the certainty that being who we are, as we are could never be good enough, could never be what we are searching for.

Fortunately, there will never be enough convictions to shore up the indefensible dwelling places created by the fallacies of belief. Eventually, we will stop chasing after something better, let down our guard, and take a profound look at life.

Seeing the undeniable reality of life as most live it, filled me with questions:

Was there a way to open hearts and minds to what this is, to what we really are, when the actuality is not hidden, but right here in plain sight, and yet because of beliefs that are hidden, and summarily dismissed, few are able to see the precious actuality?

Was it possible to loosely map a more direct route than the long and twisted, not to mention hard and painful, one I took?

And how could the inexpressible be put into words with enough power to illuminate the fallacies that the overwhelming majority of us believe, and could it be done in a way that replaced the breached beliefs with … nothing?

It had to be possible, or I couldn’t have conceived of it. To knock the foundation out from under anyone open to listening seemed a stretch, but something within me sensed it wasn’t. It is time for something without tradition, without baggage. The books I had read, and the teachers I had listened to, did a pretty good job of pointing out the transcendent, but duality, the seeker and the sought, always seemed to survive intact. People struggled for years, for lifetimes to discover the truth. God knows, I did, and it didn’t have to be that way.

It was with these questions, and sweet affinity with all seekers of truth, that Actuality came into being.

Beliefs were the key, the fallacies, the hold cards that glued our wobbly worlds together and determined the trajectory of our lives. If I could pick them off one by one, and give them a little shove out the door, then the house of cards had to fall. So … I sat down and began to write.

May Actuality: infinity at play bless each life it touches.

To order the book click HERE.

Editor’s Note: 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 poetically 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.