The age of the soul pertains to the multitude of human life forms, or reincarnations, a person has had. You see, Narada, each one of us has a soul that’s invested with the consciousness, memories, impressions, and thoughts of all its physical existences. Each time you die you merely give up the physical aspect of the soul, its shell. But since the soul contains the consciousness from all its life forms nothing is lost when it gives up the physical body. On the contrary, it gains additional understanding by going through that process. The dying process is the final chapter of the book with your name on it, and every chapter, every page, indeed every letter of every word, increases the soul’s level of awareness. Therefore, when the physical body loses the vital life force to sustain it any longer, nothing is really lost because the greater part of ourselves—the soul’s consciousness—remains. Consequently the act of suicide does not necessarily provide a viable solution, or way out, Continue reading Age of the Soul
Repetition of a mantra is a way to facilitate anchoring or focusing the mind. Normally our minds are crowded with so many thoughts of all kinds that we’re not able to attain any real peace or stillness. By reminding ourselves to come back to the mantra each time the mind wanders, eventually it becomes more focused. After a time the reminders become less, as does the random firing of thoughts and impressions. One goes into a state of deep calm, expansive awareness, and restful alertness. [Page 43]
Obviously there was no coincidence about my having come to this place. I had arrived at a crossroads in my life. Not that things weren’t working out for me. On the contrary I had a job that was good and indicative of a promising career. I had a nice place to live, wonderful friends, and a supportive family. Moreover, I had the implicit support of basic social values. In other words, everyone encouraged me in the life I was living. They had my whole future planned out for me, including how I should design my career path, my social direction, my living situation, the organizations I should join, and the networks I should develop. I saw my life advertised on the radio, the television, in magazines, and on billboards. Yet something in me was deeply disturbed by all this. Something felt missing, and none of the support or signs that Continue reading Crossroads . . .
I AM I Am the breeze that blows through the memories of your lives; the light bursting from your core. The stars whose twinkle reflects your delight, I Am all these, yet so much more. I Am the moon that remembers your mood; the one, Yes!, it’s you I adore. And the dread that yearns for expression in you, I Am these too, yet so much more. I Am the air whose breath gives you life; the soul that cries out to soar. The timid, the bold, without end can be told, I Am all these, yet so much more. I Am the stream that collects all your lives; the One also known as the Door, Beyond which you’ll find the goal of your search. I Am this, yet so much more. Beyond the clouds and outer galaxies, in the infinite space between each atom, I Continue reading I AM . . .
It may not be from altruism that we allow ourselves to get pulled into another’s story. On the contrary, we may be operating from a position of resistance; from an attitude that other people need something from me and I need to sacrifice something of myself—time, energy, money—for them. With this attitude, I am essentially closed off to their truth, and am acting in the most expedient manner to get away. In actuality, when I listen completely to someone’s story, then I am open to her deeper truth, and when I open myself to that truth, then I am also opening myself to my own deeper truth. With complete, or deep listening, (at the other end of the continuum from shallow listening) the context for her words becomes an amalgam of BOTH her, and my, deeper truths. I let go of my truth as a static, immovable object (truth as Continue reading on Dialoging . . .
. . . have the power to completely disrupt and alter our lives and our sense of the world as we have known it. So much that we may have taken for granted before is shaken up and distorted, including relationships from the most intimate to the most casual. Plans we may have created that mapped out the rest of our existence: the hopes and dreams that crisscross the maps of our lives like rivers and highways, providing the potential and the means to traverse the landscapes of our futures—all these may be instantly swept away in the aftermath of a trauma or major betrayal. These are the events that shake the bedrock of our consciousness, and rock the foundations of our minds; the psychic earthquakes that topple our buildings of safety and security, leaving us lost and bewildered, raw and vulnerable. These are the events that strip us completely Continue reading The traumatic events of our lives . . .
To the degree that I operate out of my jail of fear, I correspondingly will limit your ability to move. I will constrain you as I am constrained. That is the only way I can justify and tolerate my own limitations. To the extent I liberate myself from my jail, or widen its boundaries so I have more space to grow, I will correspondingly increase yours as well. I will do this so that I can play and interact with you; exchange ideas and be stimulated. This process is seductive. The more I grow, the more I need you to grow so that I can bounce ideas off of you. The more I grow, the more I accomplish, but I need you to grow so you can appreciate my accomplishments. The more I grow, the more I can love, but then I need you to grow in love so that Continue reading As I grow, so do my relationships . . .
… truth is not a noun, but a verb. It is not an object with fixed, measurable properties, but rather a process—one that describes an on-going action of growing insight, and of developing inner awareness. Life is obviously not something we engage in after we have it all figured out. On the contrary, truth describes the process by which we traverse our way through life. The obstacles and difficulties we encounter mirror precisely those areas that demand our attention. They tell us exactly where we need to truth. [excerpt p. 12]
A Father is Not a Word A father is not a word, or a label. Not a noun, a thing, or an object. A father is not dismissed, or easily missed. Nor dispensable or defeatable. A father is not biologically created, nor biologically creates. He comes not into being from force, but from love strongly desired. It is not his power over others that sustains him, but rather his power over himself. Control is the power that keeps him steadfast, rather than lord over others. His strength does not intimidate others, but keeps his love focused. His love is for himself, as much as it is for others; for it is not a love that desires and craves, but rather one that nurtures and cares. A father is more than a physical presence, for his mind, his heart, and his spirit are dedicated to the ones who look up to Continue reading Reflections on Fatherhood
One of my own great journeys into healing occurred as the result of getting cancer. While not a particularly fun period in my life, it certainly was very instrumental in deepening my awareness both of myself and of others whose lives were dramatically altered by such intrusive events. My illness impacted all areas of my life and my being—physically, emotionally and spiritually—and the subsequent healing process brought the realization that illness has the power to move us into greater wholeness. It also laid the foundation for understanding the struggles other people encounter in dealing with illness. Preface.