Relaxing

If you're really tense or upset, get it out first. Exaggerate it, swing to the extreme. Express the feeling: cry, scream, punch (the air or a pillow!).

Then, or if you're not too tense, find the tension in yourself, hold it for a second, and let it go. Get in tune with your body, find any strain, feel it for a moment, then let it go. Keep letting go.

Don't interpret the story happening around you and don’t identify yourself with it, just let it be what it is. Watch. Stay alert but relaxed and act from there.

Find the tension and let it go. It keeps coming back. It is creative energy. It is love! Release it and do not resist life.

Find the tension, feel it for a moment and let it go. Keep relaxing as you express yourself. Be creative with the flow.

Keep relaxing into the flow. Allow yourself to dissolve. Let the river of life take you where it wants to go. You are not separate from it! You just think you are. You just think. Thinking is not the river. Letting go is.

Now, when something happens, you have your wits about you. You are present, relaxed and alert. You do what you have to, what comes to you spontaneously, and keep relaxing.

What's really going on reveals itself to you. You see things as they are. You become yourself.

Excitement is energy: find it, feel it, and release it. Creativity takes over. The flow fills you. Act from here, act with it.

Fear is energy: find it, feel it, and release it. Creativity takes over. Act with it. Trust life. Enjoy it! Have fun.

Fear is blocked excitement. Pain is resistance or blocked energy. Life is coming all the time.

Relax into it, you'll love it.

Understanding

Understanding is everything. It is life itself.

You are inseparable from your understanding. The two are constantly becoming one.

The intensity of your growth and actualisation is in this moment, and it all happens in the furnace of understanding.

It does not come cheap, it requires totality. You must feel fully. You must be here now. You must weep and rejoice in a single sentiment. In that crescendo, realisation and love burn you away and leave just purity.

The rest is just thinking about life. Understanding is living it.

Yes, understanding can sometimes drift into sentimentality, which is, of course, no longer understanding but indulgence. It’s understandable because understanding is so scarce the way we live, but sooner or later it swells into prominence and overcomes the over compensation it brings in its early days.

Feeling is its foundation and we have to swing this way and that to settle into the continuous soaring of nothingness. Understanding is a state of nothingness.

You are no longer, just completeness remains. Separation has come home and oneness has welcomed it. The prodigal has become the unpolluted. The self has come and gone and awareness rings into the heavens, silently. Innocence is restored.

Tears can sting and tears can sing. Patience can be forever. Love can take over. Love can burst from all seams and sides and overwhelm. Love can break all bounds.

Love is understanding.

Have you travelled far? Have the roads been rocky? Has your burden been too big to bear? Have the shackles of your ‘self’ brought you to your knees?

Has the sweetness of surrender shown you the way? Are you standing alone on a cliff with arms outstretched, crucified and elevated on the wings of love?

I understand.

Reserved

Remain reserved. Keep what's meaningful and magical to yourself, close to your chest.

Keep it in your chest, in your heart. Bury your beauty there. Plant what's special about you, what you hold dear, in a private place deep in your centre. Let it integrate and grow there. Let it permeate your person.

Reach deeply into yourself. Invest your energies internally, as a process of self-discovery and as a form of self expression.

It's paradoxical but you express the most by keeping it to yourself. If you put it out there, it dissipates, like seeds scattered on barren ground.

When you keep it in, it grows inwards and fills you, plus it then surrounds you as an aura. On the outside, you seem quite commonplace, nothing special or outstanding, because you are not building up an ego, but inside you are very wealthy.

That wealth, everyone wants. You cannot buy it, you cannot steal it, you cannot fake it, and you cannot escape it. That is what we are all here to find and to live and to bring.

But we bring it by being it, not boldly proclaiming it. Big displays simply mask inadequacy. Attempts to convince simply prove a need to compensate.

When you are truly wealthy, there is something supremely understated about it. A hungry eye might not see it but an open one cannot miss it.

You have arrived home. You have no need to try or pretend. You are as you are. Everything takes care of itself.

Remain reserved. Keep yourself to yourself. Enjoy who you are in the greatest love affair possible, the one with you know who.

The romance will radiate around and pull people towards you. Yet they will always remain mesmerised by the mystery.

Your love for life will inspire other seeds to grow.

Scared

My aunt is dying. We are all dying but she is in the frail care section of a hospital just over the hill from where she grew up in the nineteen forties and fifties.

As I looked out of the window of her little ward, I saw a storm over the suburbs in the valley below. Inside the room, my aunt’s energy, her whole life as she lived it, was in the air.

Her choices, still being made, were in her circumstance. The taste of them lingers with me as I write.

I went to be with her as she approaches death. I thought, hoped, that there might be some connection.

“I’m scared,” she said.

My ears pricked up. I looked her in the eye. Hers were clear and light blue. Was she taking the opportunity to speak things through, to open up, to connect as she goes to die? “Why are you scared?” I asked.

“I need the nurses to change my clothes and I’m going to get into big trouble,” she said. “Everything in here is computerised.”

She was not there. She was mad. She was not talking about being scared of death. We couldn’t get onto the level.

She was still obsessed with trivialities. Her feelings were still projected onto trivialities. Death, even, is not going to change her. Death will come when she is not looking. She will not be there when it happens.

I walked around the ward. Not pretty. Nearly dead bodies in beds at dusk. Silhouetted humps in a place to die. Crumpled frames talking to themselves in wheelchairs down dark corridors. Television sitcoms illuminating some rooms. What a place to die. What a place not to be dead yet.

Is she really scared of dying, yet unaware that she is dying, and so scared of just anything, something made up, like the rest of us? Or can she look at life straight on?

Can we turn in to the truth?

Wheels

I am re-inventing the wheel, with my unique spin.

I starting from the beginning, doing what everyone ever has done, and I am doing it my way. I am bringing my uniqueness to the world through the medium of human being.

I am just like you and everyone and, just like you and everyone, I am incomparable.

What matters in life, what’s real, you have to discover for yourself. Nothing of any value can be given, you must ascertain it. And you must live it, not think or fantasise about it but experience it.

Only then can you encounter it, only then can you grow.

I am re-inventing the wheel. I am digging down under the surface into the earth. I am ploughing and planting, I am right in my roots.

I am leaving no stone unturned and I am finding the first invention for myself. That is my companionship with all souls who have walked the earth. That is my solidarity with you. Our respective solitudes bring us together.

We all have to invent our own wheels in our own way.

Procrastinating

I am putting things off, strategically. Intuitively. Physically.

When events are significant in magnitude and momentum, any action to address them can feel inadequate. The right movement will happen in the right way at the right time, and action will be taken in the inspired moment.

For now, this is preparation. And in preparation, action can be inappropriate.

Action in the last stages of preparation will waste energy. It will be a haemorrhaging of your power. You will arrive at the occasion scattered and depleted.

Keep your energy focused, not in a concentrated, mind-made way, but through intense centredness and presence.

What can be more important than your togetherness? The rest are details and the details, with your alert participation, will take care of themselves.

Everything you have lived has brought you to this moment. You are this moment. Everything is here now.

I am putting off here and now what is not yet here and now. I am deliberately procrastinating.

I am working with tension by not succumbing to it. I am in the eye of the storm. I have found the calm at the core of everything. I take that with me into the world.

All groundwork has been done, the time is here to be.

Blankets

I’ve been watching people. I’ve been watching myself.

We get wrapped up in heavy layers of insulation, chosen for comfort and warmth but dark and burdensome, keeping us from life. And, it isn’t even cold outside!

We are trudging through the perceived wilderness, weary and weighed down, enveloped in illusions while the most wondrous scene surrounds us.

We can’t even see. We haven’t even looked. If someone or some occasion were to draw our eyes upward, we would glance patronisingly at the starlit sky and, melodramatically, say, “Yes, but I have more important things to worry about.”

We choose our blankets for ourselves. We do so daily, moment by moment. We want to be asleep.

Dreaminess has its charms. It’s a drug, a little escape that turns out to be lifelong. It’s full of fine feelings, although they are fuzzy and dopey.

We choose our blankets for ourselves and we put them around other people. We console and cover them instead of choosing to see reality.

We pull on one another to dance in our dramas. We are like somnambulists groping in the dark, living a shared nightmare while lost in separate dreams. Even in the face of death, we cling to the comfort that kept us from living.

Each day, each moment, you need to feel the blankets creeping up to cover you.

Sometimes they are from habits, sometimes from semi-conscious choices. They are unconsciousness. Sometimes they stem from others, sometimes from ourselves. Whatever the case, they are dropped through awareness.

Feel and see the blankets wrapped around you. Be the awareness watching them. Feel and see them coming from others. Be the awareness. Wake up.

It’s a beautiful day!

Curiosity

Follow your natural interest. Follow your intuition.

Go into that energy, that pull, that seductive sense that redeems you from the mundane.

Life is meaningless on the surface and most people hack along hopping from hope to false hope. Then suddenly you feel a connection with the mystery, a oneness with the whole.

You feel that you belong, you are meant to be here, and that life holds infinite wonder. The magic of your being opens up. Your intense inquisitiveness is engaged.

Go into it.

Kids are curious, inherently wonderstruck. They are not looking for answers, they are enjoying a state of constant amazement. They are innocent and alive.

Adults are sold on the superficial and very unhappy with their purchase. It was not a fair trade, they lost all that matters for a little luxury.

Curiosity is a return to innocence, a shift from the dead illusion of accumulated knowledge to the vital reality of permanent freshness.

What makes you feel new again? It’s always here, but you are not. Be here and you will reconnect with it. Or follow it and you will find the now.

What is your natural curiosity? It contains the treasures of the universe. The doors of perception open all around you all the time.

Sometimes they may feel small but they are always significant. Sometimes they are immense and swallow you whole. And sometimes they are suitably seductive to simply show you the way. The steps are yours to take.

Your curiosity is uniquely yours. Your romance with life is your personal affair with the universe. What beguiles you from the beyond is beckoning to you to bring it into being by experiencing it.

Life explodes where you and your curiosity meet.

Statistics

Of all the people who think of a good business idea, only one percent of them will turn that into words.

Only a tenth of a tenth will be brave enough to speak out their inner creativity. Only a rare one will risk it.

Of the one percent who are inspired and mad enough to speak, only one percent will take further action to bring their ideas about. And then only one percent of those will keep going.

It is extremely occasional that someone invests totally in his or her own truth, trusts the intuition that it will work, defies logic, survives recurring personal doubt (and debt), persists through communal indifference, puts his or her self-based art into business form, promotes it publically, grows spiritually, emerges cleansed from hardship, gives and teaches willingly, thrives, and keeps opening more and more.

Only one percent of people enter the doorway of the one percent within themselves. One percent of those will take the journey.

I’m not quoting statistics, I’m saying, “Go!”

Angst

Why the angst?

This question has answers but, more important, it is rhetorical. The answers may bring understanding, which will leave us with what the rhetorical question is saying.

The angst is the result of resisting the flow of life. It comes from fighting with the whole, with the way things are. It creates a sense separation and feeds off it.

It is a form of madness. We are responsible for our own sanity and the angst can teach us this. When we have had enough of living with it, or when we see that our life is rushing past, we can let go of the angst.

We can surrender to oneness, be accepting of life as it is, and the anguish will disappear.

The angst is also a function of society. It keeps people unnerved, uprooted, living in fear.

It severs us from ourselves and makes us easier to manage. Much easier. We do insanely stupid and childish things to avoid who we are and do what we are told.

We believe all sorts of nonsense and build walls around ourselves that become our source of torment.

It is as an individual that you wake up and become aware. The collective follows. The solution to the angst is inner calm through awakened consciousness, brought to bear on outer encounters.

The angst is for the lack of a better knowing of who we are. When we know, there is no cause for anxiety of any kind.

The angst is all an extension of the single basic fear of death. Death is more life than life is! It is inevitable, happening every moment, happening right now. It makes being alive possible.

Die while you are still alive and you are free.

Find the fear and surrender it. Accept life as it is. The angst subsides. There is no need for it. It is a fiction. Die to the moment and create with love.

Why the angst?

Depth

To write well, you need depth. Unless you reach into yourself and bring it to the page, there will be little to speak to the reader.

Rambling on from head to head is dry, you must connect heart to heart for colour, flavour and emotion.

To thrive in business, you need depth. You can find out what people want and keep devising profitable ways of giving it to them, focusing on price, but for long term brand integrity, personal satisfaction and sustainability, you need to bring yourself to what you do.

Your business must breathe the meaning of life for you and your community.

To market yourself well, you need depth. Publicity and promotion are simply authentic connection done with industry insight. You are not marketing, you are being yourself for a living.

Something singular needs to come through and reach out to people. This is your soul singing, your brand differentiating, your relationships building.

Depth is our true nature. There is more mystery within us than in the outer universe. The answers are found on the voyage into our inner depths.

Artists and mystics, and business people with wisdom, have determined the course of human history and understanding.

The path of depth is not easy. The growth is not an accumulation of knowledge but a transformation of self. It is not an incremental acquisition but a quantum transmutation.

Being yourself for a living is a metamorphosis.

You shed the old and rise from its ashes. The journey is an ongoing rebirth. Spirited substance arises not from the known but the beyond.

To live well, you need depth.

Live deeply.

Looking back

Living anywhere but in the present is pointless, but there is benefit in looking back in a particular way.

You can revisit your experiences when you acted unconsciously and bring in the light of awareness. This loosens and releases the tension around them, relieving you of emotional bondage. It also opens you to acting wisely the next time around.

This form of looking back happens while you are present. You take your alertness with you to when you did something about which you feel uncomfortable.

Usually, we run from the memories to avoid the shame, guilt or poor self image. Or we apologise to try to restore the ego for ourselves and the other people involved.

Apologising is just patchwork - a trick to piece together appearances - and avoidance gives unconsciousness more power. When we are presented with a similar situation again, which we repeatedly are, we react in the same way and never grow.

When you look back while remaining in the now, don’t run from how it feels and don’t try to restore facades, something transformational begins to transpire.

Awareness prevails. It shows you what went down and why you behaved the way you did. It takes you into yourself and shows you the mechanisms underlying your make-up.

These unravel in the light of conscious attention. The block you have been carrying and running from dissolves and you feel free. You don’t condemn yourself or indulge in regret, you simply see. You forgive and understand. And you awaken.

Then the next time the scenario plays out, you are less reactive and more responsive. Emotions blind you less and insight comes quicker.

Quite soon, awareness stays with you throughout the encounter and a whole new you comes through. Free and fresh, you respond in the now. The darkness has gone and you are light.

Looking back watchfully takes you forward.

Sanity

Today, the same week that he sent extra troops to war, at enormous expense during an economic recession, the US president accepted the Nobel Peace Prize. There he made another speech.

The madness seems to escape people. Society is mad, that's why. People see it but won't face it. Dramatic ironies like this confront them daily in high definition and they simply ignore them.

They debate but don't awaken. They think but don't feel, see or be. They know that unconsciousness rules the world yet they march off at election time and vote in more of the same.

Partners project their insecurities onto their lovers, suspect them of all they feel guilty of, accuse them, and destroy their love. To protect themselves from the self-induced pain, they turn from what they want and crave, and blame the other for their loss.

What is, isn't good enough, so instead of enjoying and appreciating it, and letting it grow where it wants to go, they grind it down and prove their self loathing right.

They feel unworthy of love and mistrust it as a result. They stop at nothing to maintain their broken sense of themselves.

People cling to their misery. They get more and more depressed going against themselves every day in every way, doing jobs they hate in lives they aren't living.

Friends point this out, give them an understanding ear and helping hand, and they have some breakthroughs. Then they go back to the same old stories for the same old reasons, explaining away any semblance of insight.

They settle into the same patterns and relationships, and life loses again and again.

Insanity is all around us. The news is nothing but madness. What it reports on and how it covers that are beyond comment. Just look at it with awareness and you will be struck silent.

The businesses people work for, the jobs they do, the dynamics they drown in, the politics they perpetuate, the so-called leaders they follow, the responsibility they renounce, the masks they wear, the lies they live, and the fictions they believe religiously, are all a complex and sticky web of lunacy.

The world we have created is a reflection of a sick mind.

Lost in the world, we are all mad. Turning inwards we find the source, a thinking machine made up of contradictory and crazy voices. There is no solace in the stream of thick thoughts.

Only beyond that, where the silence begins, does clarity call to us. Not at costly summits to discuss climate change do we find answers but at the centre of our individual being.

Conferences of unconsciousness are like peace prizes for presidents: entirely illegitimate.

Mass media, society, structures, politics, appearances and words all lead further into complete madness. There is just one salvation and that is to discover your true self and from here bring consciousness to all you do.

The only sanity is inside you.

Shifts

It's amazing how shifts can happen, just like that!

Energies can build and block, and then turn and find direction in an instant.

Emotions can immobilise you as they mount internally and struggle with each other, and a single incident of the seemingly slightest magnitude can suddenly move mountains.

That's how enlightenment happens. It is simply the biggest shift.

Everything is a preparation for it: your comfort with solitude and silence; the awakening of your consciousness; the finding of your true self and the standing for it in the societal storm.

As such, it is not an achievement, but something evolutionary that wants to happen and suddenly happens when you are ready. Your living is your preparation, a getting out of the way. Then the shift comes.

Other shifts happen all the time. You can be overcome by concern that has reached fever pitch, and then be relieved by a phone call, a message, a song in the background or a sign of some sort.

All the built-up energy suddenly floods towards something, and you see that the intensification and agony were all part of the process.

Shifts often happen at the least expected times in the quietest ways. They are seldom about big outbursts of emotion, although these may follow.

At the point of change, the power is too profound, too true for you to speak about it. Something has opened up and you deal with it lucidly.

The clarity is part of the shift, part of the energy moving instantly, part of things opening up. A gap is suddenly there, you are suddenly aware and ready, and you act without hesitation.

Emotion comes later, when you share the experience or release the catharsis, when you have the space and the need to process what has transpired.

Shifts are total when they happen.

Meditation

Have you ever tried sinking into yourself?

That's what meditation is. It's that simple yet it is infinitely deep. It is an ongoing sinking.

You can never get enough, you can never reach the end, and you can never lose what you have found. You can never undo what you have achieved, you can only proceed from it.

No matter what you are doing out in the world, when you return to yourself, the journey continues.

Sinking happens in silence, which is where I am writing this. Silence and sinking go together. They cause and feed each other.

If you are silent, you will sink into yourself, and if you sink into yourself, you will be silent.

It is raining gently outside in the early hours of the morning, which is softly sending me deeper into myself, deeper into silence. I have been sinking all day and night, since realising that I needed to do so, and I am sinking further.

I went through layers of emotion and now I am serene. Everything has perspective. I have found myself. I have picked up where I left off.

Sinking soothes. It takes you into the darkness where everything is light. Everything is weightless. You are relieved of all burdens and released from all tensions.

In the wall-less womb of nothingness, you float freely. Only consciousness prevails, the true you. Nothing can touch you, yet you are as sensitive as a strand of silk.

You are suspended yet absolutely alive. There is no noise yet a silent hum, no death yet an ongoing freedom from form.

You sink beyond happiness into peacefulness, through sadness into silence. You are solitary yet communal, disintegrated yet solid.

Duality is in the distance, the arc of a sunrise on a planet seen with perspective. You are outer space, floating in your inner space.

You keep sinking deeper in, deeper down. You keep lifting higher up. You are nothing and everything. Deeper and higher you go. More and less you are. Softly, strongly. Home.

Sinking inspires. It takes you to source where life force floods you. You almost want to act but sinking further is more seductive, more sincere.

Sinking simply brings better results, although it is not results-driven. It is the opposite of ambition, the converse of achievement, the antidote to action. Yet it accomplishes more.

You fill with profound, ordered and patient inspiration, and you trust its process and pace of coming to pass in the world. Within yourself, in silence, doing nothing, you are your most creative.

Sinking solves. Problems evaporate as you plummet down the shaft of your inner goldmine.

Sinking enlightens.

Lids

Life really is way beyond what we know it to be.

We are kept in little containers of our minds by lids of our fears. Society, too, has us in cells.

Our passions and longings are like the sky and our actions are those of earth-bound prisoners. The pain of tension is actually the process of birth, yet we miss the blooming and choose the darkness.

Everything wants to be born and to flower. You want to send your scent into the breeze and disappear blissfully into the infinite. You want to be who you are.

There is a lid on that when there needn't be. Open up.

To lift your lids, you need to be brave. You need to take and manage risks. You need to live. You need to see past political correctness, step out from behind facades, and anchor yourself in authenticity.

You need to know what works for you and live by it, regardless of society. You need to keep finding what works for you by risking what you feel within in a wayward world without.

Observe your tensions, they are wanting to resolve, to explode into ecstasy.

Most people are lost in their tensions. They perceive them as problems and then turn to their conditionings as a way out. Their mind-messages, of course, tell them to toe the line, but that line is a mirage on the horizon they will never reach.

Where they are suffers severe shortages because they are not there, they are living in an illusion given by others They are lost in fear.

When you feel your tensions and watch them rather than identify with them, your consciousness shifts and those tensions instantaneously unravel like roses in the summer sun. Be conscious and allow yourself to flourish.

Do not fear society. Do not fear disapproval by the disapproving, that is their energy not yours.

Do not judge yourself using the template of the trapped. Do not deny your inner urges, they are instinctive and inherently intelligent.

Do not allow pain to prevent you from proceeding, stay conscious as it turns to profound pleasure.

In the absence of true knowing, people cling to their illusions, their agonies, their dramas and miseries. That keeps their lids lodged firmly in place.

They go round and round in a resentful romance with their traps, rather than lifting the lids, loosening their wings, and leaving their cocoons.

You need to be a rebel for freedom, a lover of life. You can't play it safe, you must move in the realms of risk. The most marvellous manifestations are brewing within you.

Are you in love with your lids or with being alive?

Construction

My days at the moment are wall-to-wall construction work. I'm not building per se but I am surrounded by builders.

I am speaking ten times more than usual, despite being a professional speaker, and I am doing so over electric drills, angle grinders, and hammers.

I am competing for a voice with loud labourers, fighting to be heard above foremen. My phone rings all day, often when I am busy with dusty decisions about finishes, cupboards, placements and payments.

This home renovation is a full-time, hardcore, hands-on business.

Yet it is a spiritual experience. The worldly is no less spiritual than the other worldly. They are one, two sides of the same mystery.

Each takes you into yourself, one indirectly and the other more obviously. It's easy to be meditative in the mountains, can you do it with a jackhammer down the hall?

Can you access the eternal, and love humanity, when twelve apostles of bricks and mortar are rearranging your sanctuary? That is the test!

I have often felt like I am failing it, or at least spending round after endless round against the ropes. But if you aren't being boxed, you might just be in a comfort zone.

Love is a verb, awakening is a hard, cold noun.

Today I did and did and did, and while I was driving back from a supplier, I had this burst of elated ecstasy that felt like a shard of sunshine from behind a rich rain cloud.

Of course, it disappeared again but I kept driving.

Synchronistically, the glazier asked me about what I do and then said that meeting me made amazing sense. He wanted to go to the Himalayas and I said that the construction site was as enlightening. Life is not an 'either/or', it is an 'and'.

You are the ultimate 'and'.

Turmoil

Are you in turmoil? If so, you are not the only one. If not, you probably are the only one.

Unless you are unidentified with it. Then you are awake and the turmoil is transformation.

There is so much change now that it is absurd to call it that. The assumptions required for change to apply no longer exist. What is simply is. There is no conceptual reference point. All we have is now.

All we have is experience, the existential. No mind is anything but a hindrance, a clinging, clanging curse. No-mind is anything but a hindrance, it is the opening, the way.

Presence is the antidote to turmoil. It is the ultimate outcome of it.

When you have nowhere left to turn, you finally find the moment. When you are in the moment, you have nowhere left to turn. You have arrived. You are found.

When you are present, turbulence is trustworthy. How else do you grow? How else does transformation transpire?

When you are present, turbulence is tactile and you are transcendent. The tangible doesn’t touch you, it teaches.

You want all these things. You have dreamed these dreams, and you have chosen for them to form. Now they are coming. And you, what are you doing?

Are you fighting your own evolution? Are you resisting and asking your actualisation to agonise?

Or are you watching? Are you aware, unidentified with the idiom, liberated from the language of materialisation?

Are you letting life be while you soar into crystal consciousness? Are you watching?

Presence is watching. Presence is accepting. Presence is love. Presence is rising gracefully on the warm lift of turbulence.

Presence is patience. Presence is the sky. Turmoil is transient, presence is permanent. The now is forever.

You are eternal.

Well

People are going to tell you all sorts. Most of it has nothing to do with you.

Of course, interacting with them is part of life, a wonderful part, the counterpoint to solitude. Everyone is another facet of creation, another expression of you and the whole.

But the truth is within. Your connection with oneness is internal.

Interaction on the surface is so often a struggle, albeit dressed in pleasantries. Friends are also enemies, lovers are haters, too. The source from which to encounter life is your home inside yourself.

Here there is no struggle, there cannot be. You are simply a well into the infinite table of universal resources and beyond.

The more you go in, the more awaits you. The more open you are to your connection with source, the bigger your connection gets.

Then, whatever you need is always here. You cannot be swayed, just reflected and enriched by the external. And, no matter how the outside treats you, you will forever be a well of inspiration, insight and truth, for yourself and anyone who comes near you or your work.

Picture a spring sprouting from the earth. No matter the weather, night or day, it just keeps celebrating its origin. The clear cool water or the hot subterranean steam just keeps coming.

You can capture it or leave it, be there or miss out, and it just keeps emitting energy. It is tapped in, well welled. It does what it does not for recognition or exchange, it is simply itself, celebrating in just that.

It is naturally exhilarated, grateful for the world that receives its outpouring of love.

We are all such springs, all wells into the wonder. We are all best positioned open to the world within.

We are all a source of everything we need and of great blessings for the world around us.

Be well, be a well.

Pulsating

I am ecstatic this morning. It's Sunday and I am having breakfast, reading, and enjoying the melodic sunshine.

I'm in a Portuguese restaurant and the people are beautiful, full of flavour. I am in love with everybody, especially the women!

I am preparing my house for a team of builders to arrive tomorrow and transform it. My build up of anticipatory energy has shifted and I am in the flow.

The heartbeat of the universe is pulsating through me, sending cool waves of bliss through my being.

What one needs to do for this to happen is simple.

First, drop all you know, all you have been taught, all the weight of expectation. Drop the drama and free yourself from false consciousness. Accept and embrace life as it is, in the now. Let vitality come through.

Second, express yourself in many forms, through writing and loving and building and renovating and silence. Create.

Third, stay fluid and responsive, open to the new. And that's it!

Everything you need for ebullient exuberance is within you. You just need to get your 'self', the ego, the illusion, the source of a sense of separation, out of the way.

As you do, which you can do in a moment, with a big release or a breakthrough, or as a process of surrender and progressive liberation, or both, the jollification will race though you, riding a stallion of inner peace.

Paradox will resolve in a continuing crest of surfing sublimeness. You will throb on every level with gratitude-infested lucidity, tingling and bubbling with the effervescent spring of life.

Hand yourself over to happiness.