Shhh…now, Grasshopper. Be still for a moment.
If you let go of that question, that complaint, that frustration, that need, that anger, that belief/assumption—-its all mental, right? Let it all go by. And make no demands upon the bodily reactions to those mental instigations, just acknowledge how the body is playing its part in the scene building. If there is this pause, this intervention, two things can/will happen. Continue reading
Here’s the unequivocal thing: Nothing in this dreamstate makes sense. It is made, as an appearance, by an incoherent, split mind, exhibiting and manifesting nothing but fragmented reality from fragmented thinking. The experience of living in this incoherent world is then a striving to make sense of, and find solutions for, the “problematic” situations in which we appear to find ourselves. Like Don Quixote and his giants.
“What giants,” asks Pablo Sanchez? Continue reading
The story is strong; the story is saddening. The way things appear to be today, this disjointed, split vision of the world–yes, there is grief, but who or what are you in response?
There are not two worlds–one of peace (can I not find/return to it?), and one of painful division (please make it stop!).
There are only infinite perspectives, emboldening the division, or holding the peace. Can we not be the benevolent, generous, whole heart that surrounds and holds the broken heart that appears as the world?
Be as you truly are, the undivided that surrounds the perceived division. You/we are more than big enough.
Flower Petal and the Puppy
Please let me know if you wish to continue participating in these group calls. If there is sufficient interest, we will resume the second week in March. There will be no calls the first week of March. And there will no longer be dialogues on Saturdays, after February 28th. I am looking into a possible 3rd date and time during the week, which will depend upon interest and availability of those who are interested in participating. So let me know if and when. Due to various differences in time changes, March calls will take place on Tuesdays at 9:30 am and Thursdays at 1 pm, all MDT, Denver Time. This might change in April, after all the clocks have been set forward or backward.
If you’re interested in observing the body/mind and its reflexes, but you cannot make the calls, there will be the option of subscribing to the recordings of the calls, for the same price–$40 for 4 1 1/2 hr recordings. I’ll send the link for the “best of” once a week.
It’s hard to express the gratitude and awe that has been experienced in hearing all these voices, as One Mind, over the last couple of months. Mind is not, it seems, a big hairy entanglement, but more like a rascally puppy that doesn’t know what it is doing, but can be pointed in the right direction. Chewing up your shoes, and pooping on the floor is not an expression of aggression. It is not the absence of love, but an exuberant confusion of boundaries. It doesn’t know what it is doing, this playful pup, and is unfamiliar with right and wrong, and boundaries. And it knows not what the body does, or the inside from the outside. It can be loved “into alignment,” and never lose that wild exuberance, that playfulness.
Clearly, words and metaphors are limited. Pandering to puppy love is an apparent result of the limits of language. Please let me know if you’re interested in continuing to look into thought and its unpredictable yet entirely predictable antics. You can contact me at colette.kelso@gmail.com.
Thank you all for the wild ride.
Landscape ~ Melissa Farlow
It seems as simple as seemingly two concurrent and complementary processes: Unselfing and Recollecting Wholeness. Unselfing has to do with becoming aware of the mental mechanics that only appear to create a separate self,
and recollecting wholeness is becoming aware of what is, in the absence of that mechanism.
Thereby, unselfing facilitates and obviates the recollecting of wholeness; abiding as that wholeness, facilitates that unselfing, as an effortless and natural occurrence.
There’s no place for an objective state called enlightenment in that description. It’s irrelevant in the organic unfoldment of what is, or what isn’t.
Something falls away; something is thus rediscovered.
Erosion; emanation.
What remains after wind, water, and fire work their magic?
“The Great Way is not difficult,
for those who have no preferences.”
~ Hsin Hsin Ming, by Seng T’san
Winter Spring Summer and Fall, by Gray Artus
Summer is the substance of things hoped for; winter, the evidence of things not seen.
So that what is seen in summer is not made out of things which are visible, but out of what is invisible in winter.
This morning, seeing the spider webs glistening, the ants everywhere, busy–the flowers still blooming, the dog sleeping, breathing, chest rising and falling.
Last night, the spider crawling on my arm. It was felt before it was seen.
I am in the web. Not caught, but weaving.
Reflective Woman, Gabriele Munter
The head moves,
Fingers clasp.
Everything perfect…
What other world exists,
In this economy of interjection?
A symphony, perhaps.
Who knows?
(Irrepressible shiver…)
If only there were something I could tell you,
That you don’t already know.
Like in the night we lie awake in a tent in the backyard,
Flashlights towards our faces.
We pretend to be scared, but giggle instead,
While parents sleep, in a room.
We are out there with the crickets and stars,
Sounds and brights fill up the space.
We are children in a wild short night of summer,
Tentatively committed to losing…this.
That’s what we tell each other in that airy encampment,
Pinky-swear we will never forget.
We imagine boys, girls, cars, the Beatles, and houses with sticky children,
And scrunch up our faces, like grandmas look.
Till we fall asleep, somehow, between the hoots of an owl,
And dream of a time before Adam’s silly rib.
Someone, maybe a kind but unruly God, or the Owl Himself,
Puts the little rib back where it belongs.
Though we sleep, we never really lose ourselves this night in Gemini,
My twin. We have a deal! To remember.
You are always a terrible liar, but a great pretender,
And promises we keep, with imaginary friends.
Remind me of this starry night where we make it all up,
Never-ending, as per our agreement.
Together, we are back in that night of freedom and audacious crickets,
Where we imagine, to make a world out there.
You tell me; did we ever? Were we ever?
You’ve heard the words “hiding in plain sight?” All around us is the obvious, only overlooked. Somehow, we manage to pay more attention to all the pain and suffering, in favor of the wonder, the intelligence, the inseparability, of everything around us. It’s here, waiting to be recognized. We have only to be willing to forgo the seduction of, the addiction to, the drama we call our lives…just look around!
In The Deepest Peace video, Part 1: Beginnings, the suggestion is of a better way to live, to be. We are not who we think we are–because we are not our thoughts. Part 2: Thoughts, Clouds is a way of beginning to discover that perhaps there is some truth to this idea. It just might be true that we/you/I are/am not the limited version of “me” that these thoughts seem to suggest. It is also a way to look to see how this limited, always insufficient, “me” is continually (apparently) being recreated. The suggestion in Part 2 is to observe, rather than identify with, thought. More importantly, if thought is not the arbiter of identity–who am I? And if, in fact, that cannot be answered satisfactorily–what is it that is here, in between, prior to, or after thought ceases to be the major player in this me/world construct? What is the nature of the space in which these thoughts simply come and go? What happens when we stop paying attention to the thoughts, and start paying attention to the silent, still empty room through which they continually seem to appear and pass through? Have a look and see for yourself:
In Part 3: Other People, we can begin to see how this imagined, ever-changing self-image actually impacts (creates) the world in which we live, how the peace and/or conflict we experience in our relationships are also thought-created. The people we love and hate are the projections we put onto them based on the false, and inadequate sense of “me” as a separate, isolated, and vulnerable self. They are not who we think they are either. This leads to the insight pointed to in the words, “Be the change you wish to see in the world,” by Mahatma Gandhi. We can only come to truly know others when we know who we really are. How do these others look to you, when viewed from a perspective of openness and not-knowing–simply observing without thoughts that discriminate?
Be the peace. Thank you for watching, and considering.
(Due to copyright issues, you may not be able to view this video on your phone or tablet. I was able to view it from my phone and onto my TV through a streaming video player.)
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