EVERY ASPECT OF YOUR LIFE IS 'YOU.'

There was once a powerful Guru who was visiting her ashram in India. This particular Guru loved to take a stroll in the beautifully scented gardens and woods around the complex. Every morning, she would walk the paths through the trees, observe the birds that were nesting there and make sure the grounds were being tended and cared for in the most tender and sensitive way possible.

One soft, pre-dawn morning, the Guru was silently moving through the gardens and giving the chief gardener instructions for the care and maintenance of the trees. After thirty minutes or so of walking and giving directives, the Guru and the gardener turned to head back to the office. Once inside, the Guru asked,

“What is being done about the mother bird in the mango tree, by the far wall to the east of the garden entrance, whose nest has been disturbed?

The gardener was astonished at the question. He was aware of the tree, but was not aware of the mother bird and more amazingly, neither he nor the Guru had ventured close enough to that particular tree to be able to observe a disturbed nest.

Fumbling that he would go and take a look later and see what could be done, the Guru nodded and silently walked away.

The Guru was able to perceive that the mother bird was unhappy because she was able to feel a state of discomfort within herself as she walked by, even though she was not close enough to physically see.

As amazing as this story may be on first hearing, we all have the capacity to perceive in the same way and we often do, though in many instances these subtle impressions are ignored, discounted or allowed to fall to the wayside...

Copyright-2012

Excerpt from: BE YOUR OWN GURU a transformational online course in conjunction with DAILY OM. For information go to: www.truealignment.org

THE SOUNDLESS SOUND

Early this morning,
A bird is singing,
And the pure gift echoes,
In the heart of the heart.

This soundless sound,
With no beginning,
And no end,
Arises and subsides,
As an ocean,
With no shore.

My sweet, little friend,
You offer your prayer,
And I hear you,
As my own voice,
In worship,
Together,
On the altar,
Of Love.

DREAMS AND BECOMING THE PATH

As a child, the veil between the dream state and other realms of existence was shimmering and transparent, becoming more so after a dramatic spiritual awakening in 1989. Saints from diverse paths and traditions entered dreams to give initiation and teachings and although I had never studied anything of the Shamanic path, Shamans suddenly appeared to lead me in unusual and elaborate rituals.

In one lucid dream, I found myself with a group of Hopi Elders. Given a dark, green herbal mixture to drink, I was stretched out on the earth while the Master Shaman began walking across my chest. Breaking open the rib-cage, his foot plunged into my body, turning and massaging the heart. Then he told me, “The heart is being turned and squeezed in order to contain the message of the Blue Star, in accordance with the Hopi prophecy.”

In another initiation dream, I found myself in South America with two native women who instructed, “It is necessary to take the (second) green initiation in order to move through time and space.” Then I was taken to a wise, female Master Shaman whose face shone with a green luster. Standing together as she instructed, we began moving in an anti-clockwise spiral, chanting a song to the four directions. A few moments later on being drawn back to waking, the Shaman woman called into my waking world that she belonged to a tribe sounding like ‘I-Y-A-H-U-A-C-A.’ Her message, “There is discomfort when the great divide is being crossed,” continued reverberating throughout my being as I slowly opened my eyes.

A couple of weeks later, I was intrigued to meet a young woman who confided she had recently returned from studying with a Shaman in Peru and that her teacher was, “A Shaman from the Ayahuasca tradition.” As soon as she uttered that unusual word, I knew without question that it was the name of the tribe I had heard the Shaman woman utter in my dream.

In the years since my spiritual awakening, grace continues to flow into and through my life in the most powerful and compelling of ways and with it, I am continually brought back to a place of deep gratitude. What I have come to appreciate is whether we think we are ready or not, whether we are even consciously aware of being a 'seeker,' grace comes unbidden, entering the fabric of our lives and serving to bring us to the truth of who we really are.

Whether we are taught this in the waking or subtle states of being, all paths, faiths and belief systems ultimately bring us to the ‘Truth of the One.' And at some point in our evolution, we are destined to become the embodiment of that Truth. Eventually we will stop searching for a path. In the end, through the challenges of facing our own light and our own darkness and by being completely emptied out, we will come to know, "It is finished. I AM complete. I AM the path."


Except of a lesson on The Art of Lucid Dreaming, from the Living in Alignment online course. For details go to: http://www.livinginalignment.org

DREAMING OF INDIA

Early one morning a couple of years ago, I had a lucid dream of being in India. Startled by the power and beauty of being there once more, my heart was happy. I was home. The fragrance of pungent incense was suspended in the heavy, moist air, mixed with the unforgettable smell of rich earth. I walked through a small village, between simple dwellings, held together with clay-baked walls and dry grass roofs. Heat pressed in, holding me still, centered in every movement.

Looking down, I saw bare, brown feet, stepping out from under my long, orange robe. Villagers passed by and brought their hands together in a silent greeting. I greeted them with the same pranam, before continuing along a narrow path, gracefully formed beneath a canopy of trees.

As I moved on, I knew with certainty, that I was looking through the compassionate eyes of Father Bede Griffiths. On waking, I went online to discover what this beautiful mystic wanted to tell me. He who was dreaming new insights into my world, and I into His.

Several days later, I came across a video titled, “A Human Search. The Life of Father Bede Griffiths.” In awe, I watched footage of Father Bede Griffiths walking along the exact, same path I had walked in my dream, proving that in essence, whether we realize it or not, we are the same Awareness looking through different pairs of eyes.🙏❤️

TAKING MY SEAT

You asked me,

To,
Take my seat,
On the altar,
That was you.

Little did I know,
That the cost,
Of sitting there,
Would,

Be,
My,
Life

A GRACE FILLED LIFE

Many people,
Choose,
A thousand distractions,
As excuses,
To fill,
The cup of their lives,
And turn from You,
Not knowing,
That death,
Is knocking,
At the door.

If only,
They could,
Hold still,
For just one second,
Your kiss,
Would put an end,
To suffering;
Waking them,
To the joy,
And,
Limitless wonder,
Of,
A grace-filled,
Life.

THE SONG OF THE BIRD

In the dark stillness,
Of the pre-dawn morning,
A bird is calling.

The pure sound,
Flying through,
The door,
Of my open heart.

You are welcome,
My little friend,
Having arrived,
Laden with sweet messages.

These sacred gifts,
Are offered,
From the source of Love,
And can only,
Be opened,
In the fragrant silence,
Of,
A grateful heart.

THE SECRET DOORWAY

We are lost,
Until pain wakes us from the dream,
And salty tears point the way,
To the abode of the Self.

Desperate to follow,
We bend,
Forced to put down,
The burden,
Of me and mine.

And entering the secret doorway,
We discover a palace of Light.
Where we find our own reflection,
Dazzling and laughing,
In the perfection,
Of appearing,
As a thousand different faces,
And a thousand different forms.

A THOUSAND BLAZING SUNS

I Am the fire,
of the seven suns.

Burning and destroying,
all that is not of service,
to the Light.

I Am fearless,
the shadowless One,
Reflecting the luminosity,
Of who you are,
And who you are not.

Be warned,
Do not gaze into my face,
Unless you are willing,
To lose yourself.

If you have not taken a step,
On the path of Love,
Be afraid for your life.

You see,
I will burn,
What you believe is yours,
and transform it,
Into a thousand, blazing suns.

I KNOW YOU

When I came to know myself,
I realized,
I know you.

And,
I know,
The thousand things,
You believe,
Keep you small,
And apart,
From merging,
With the Light,
That you already are.

THE MIRROR OF THE HEART

When the inner work is done,
And the mirror of the heart is polished clean,
Everything standing before us,
Is our own perfect reflection.

Bowing to the reflection,
There can be no judgment,
There can be no 'other.'

Everything and everyone,
Is the Pure Self.
This is the simple Truth,
If we have the heart to see.

NOTHING TO DO

There is really,
Nothing,
For you to 'do.'

Other than Be,
With your-Self.

Everything manifests,
In its own way,
And own time.

YOUR SALTY KISSES

For far too long,
I stood,
On the edge of the shore,
Praying you would show your face,
And come to me.

What a waste!
If I had known,
Simply staring at the ocean,
Was holding you at bay,
I would have dived in,
And allowed,
Your salty kisses,
To consume,
The idea,
Of ever being apart..

THIS CRAZY WORLD

In this crazy world of loving you,
I seek your footsteps,
In the silent places,
Found beyond words.

And placing,
One careful foot in front of the other,
I follow,
Knowing nothing can be done...

You see,
It is far too late.

There is only You,
Who can soothe,
This willing madness.