The first time I really noticed Deb was in the spring of 1992. She was wearing a beautiful cotton summer dress with pink, red and blue flowers and she was playing with a little girl in her charge. They were twirling. I was smitten. She was 21 and I was 27.
For the past several months, but more intensely for the past month I have spent most of my days working from my home office in Sun Peaks resort while enjoying wave after wave of the most pleasant bliss and ecstasy. Those are the right words, but the intensity fluctuates. At times it rolls over me like a palpable warm wind. At other moments, it recedes while I work or talk but it’s still there, still delightful and always present.
On Aug 1st 2023, my daughter was admitted to the hospital in Halifax with an extremely rare autoimmune disease caused by a medicine she was prescribed to deal with postpartum anxiety. She started with something called Stephen Johnson’s syndrome which progressed to something much worse called TENs. That disease caused the outer layer of her skin to be attacked by the body and in her case, more than 60% of her body’s outermost layer of skin burst open in a few days.
Over the next hour, I was present only as movement and bliss. My mind barely spoke to me and while I exerted my body impossibly, I felt utterly ecstatic. In this unencumbered state I ran almost to the third way station before finding someone abandoned and struggling with blisters. They leaned on my shoulder and together we tripled their pace to the bottom crossing the finish line using me as a new leg.
The driver of the dump truck had been visiting next door and arrived without a child in sight so when he climbed back into the truck and began driving, the thump of the right front tire ending my brother no doubt became a lifelong trauma for him.
The body-mind doesn’t generally need to focus on the objects of the world around it any more than a mind needs to think compulsively. When there’s a good reason to use the mind to think, that’s when thinking should occur. When there’s a good reason to notice the details in the side view mirror of your motorhome while avoiding a collision, the eyes will focus.
My life circumstances have been rather hectic for a few months so my opportunity to blog about the state of my spiritual practice and sadhana as a devotee of Adi Da Samraj has been limited. I’m not feeling particularly drawn to blog right now but it’s not because my sadhana hasn’t continued to be…
A while back, I was having a conversation with a young lady that works for my business. She’s had a very difficult life by my measure, but has a remarkable resiliency. She’s was raised in a Christian household but is open and comfortable hearing about other points of view on spiritual topics and we…
While I posted once this winter in January, that entry took a couple months to generate because this winter has been very, very demanding of my time and attention. There were a variety of reasons that were unusual including losing critical staff for extended periods due to Covid complications, and the massively increased communications…
I’m fairly confirmed in my having “truly heard” Bhagavan Adi Da Samaraj. True Hearing in Adidam refers to a degree of self-understand in which the self-contraction is most fundamentally understood and the ability to become responsible for it has significantly grown. By the time I wrote the post, Conscious Energy & the Echo, “I…
When I was three years old, my little brother, Mark, who was a bit over a year and a half at the time, was killed by a dump truck that was parked in front of the motel room next to our motel room. The driver pulled up some time earlier, parked and entered next door. Then he came back out, jumped in his truck and began driving.
The world of things is like an echo in consciousness. There is always the mere unmodified conscious current that registers, and then the body-mind converts the patterns of energy into the objects that it experiences as itself and the world, and this too registers in consciousness. My body-mind thinks it is a someone but “I am” only an echo of self-contraction.