Stillness

My friend Joan is one of the amazing women I talk about in Ode to the Western Women. The universe brought us together a few months back, but the connection we have is ages old.  I am so grateful for her wisdom, teachings, guidance and light.  I invite you to enjoy some of her creations.  Namaste

 

Artwork by Joan Scott
Artwork by Joan Scott

Stillness

by Joan Scott

Silently
Tenderly
Inwardly
Lovingly
Lightly
Nurturing your
Energy
Spirit in
Stillness

The Way of the Stars

“Pilgrims are poets who create by taking journeys.”  Richard R. Niebuhr

On our evening walk last night I asked my American Husband, “what should I write about tomorrow?”  He pondered for a few moments as is his way, then answered thoughtfully.

“We are outside, walking in nature.  There are no electronic gadgets or distractions.  We can hear the birds and the creek and each other.  And we can hear our own thoughts.  Maybe you could write about that.”  Yeah.  Maybe I could.

Any of you who know me know that I abhor exercising just for the sake of exercising.  I would never join a gym or buy a stair master, thigh master or any other kind of master and I would cross the street to avoid running into a personal trainer.  Of course I understand the importance of exercise and being fit, but I refuse to suffer on purpose. 

Instead I find ways to be active that I can also enjoy.  I love to swim in a lake under the sun, or dance in the kitchen while I am cooking.  And like Freddy Mercury, I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike.   I love to get out in the yard and push a mower around, cut limbs from trees, dig in the dirt and carry large bales of peet moss, all whilst singing a jaunty tune about being a Lumberjack and that’s okay.  

But more than any of that, I love to walk.  I am a walking fool.  Walking connects me to the earth and to nature.  I love the automatic way my feet follow each other, step by step, along a path to somewhere.  I love the way walking quiets the monkey in my mind and how I often gain a meditative state as I simply put one foot in front of the other. 

Perhaps that is why I have recently become obsessed with the idea of walking the Camino.  The Camino de Santiago, aka the Way of St James is the pilgrimage along various routes through mostly France and Spain that ends up at Santiago de Compostela,  where the apostle Saint James is said to be laid to rest. 

While I am not Catholic (or of any religious denomination) I am inexplicably drawn to walk The Way.  Maybe it is taking two things that I love, walking and spirituality, and combining them for 800 kilometers.  Maybe it is because sometimes when I have been walking for a long time I feel like I never want to stop, a la Forrest Gump.  Maybe it is the austerity of the lifestyle the Camino offers that cranks my wheel.  It all seems pretty cool.  Right?

So as in any decision, big or small, that comes my way, I have decided I need to write a list of:

Pros and Cons

Pro:  1 – 2 months away from society, internet, TV, news, gossip, people, life.

Con:  1 – 2 months away from society, internet, TV, news, gossip, people, life.

Pro:  This would the adventure of a lifetime.

Con:  Could I really see myself sleeping in a refugio amongst dozens of strangers, dealing with epic snoring wars, suspect plumbing, fleas, bedbugs and various other pests?

Pro:  Walking that distance, through all conditions, over mountains, through mud, surely I would find myself along the Way.  Wouldn’t I?

Con:  Mountains.  Mud.  Rain.  Scorching sun…  etc.  I would need a damn good hat.

Pro:  I would be able to walk along the road that my one true beloved St. Francis of Assisi walked 800 years ago.

Con:  Did you not hear me?  THE St.Francis walked it! 

Pro:  It would be physically, mentally, and spiritually challenging.  It would force me to grow.

Con:  I would be harder than anything I have ever tried.  Do I really want to challenge myself that much?

The list of good and bad points is bound to grow and shift as I continue to ponder.  I do know this about myself:  When I am led to something, whether it is to speak my truth, write the damn letter, or walk the Way, I typically need to just get it done so the well meaning but persistent voice of my highest and best Self will be silenced. 

To be a pilgrim, to walk the Way of Saint James, to willingly subject myself to the difficulties and hardships of this austere journey, is this my idea of a dream vacation? 

I think it just might be. 

Now, to find a good pair of hiking boots….

Camino de Santiago

 

 

Meet You At the Top!

 

“The truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.” Rumi

My friend Yummy (bet you guessed this isn’t his real name) popped by for a visit this weekend.  Yummy and I first met many years ago when we were both involved in the same play.  He was an actor and I was a costumer.  Sizing him up, literally,  I was whipping my trusty tape measure around his various parts.  Chest, waist, hips, head, neck, sleeve length…  I had finished up and Yummy still stood there expectantly. 

“Don’t you need my inseam?” he asked, guilelessly.

“No.  Sorry to disappoint.”  My smart-assery has a mind of it’s own and sometimes these things just fall out of my mouth.  Luckily he laughed loudly and at that moment our bond was formed.

After he left the fitting room, Janice explained to me that Yummy is the Reverend at our local Anglican Church. 

No no no!  A man of the cloth and I make jokes about his enjoyment of having his inseam fondled?  

“Excuse me, Janice. Could you lend me a hand?  I seem to have something lodged here in my mouth.  Oh wait, it’s my foot.”

That moment, while a bit fluster-inducing at the time, was serendipitous.  Had I known in advance that Yummy was a minister I would have treated him in a completely different way, maybe bowing, calling him “your eminence” and trying not to make eye contact.  Meanwhile  I would have been nervously guarding the real me for fear of incurring wrath, judgment or whatever the 21st century equivalent of burning at the stake might be.  Preconceived ideas are a bitch, aren’t they?

Instead I accidentally let my true self shine through and being received with humor and acceptance allowed me to trust this man, despite his cloth.  Our friendship has grown and blossomed over time and even though I was away for 3 years and we didn’t have any communication at all, Saturday when he walked up onto my sunny front porch and sat across from me in the rocker, our conversation picked up like no time had passed at all.

I complimented him on his column.  He writes  for the Daily Townsman here in Cranbrook, and I have often found myself shouting out loud while reading his teachings “YES!  EXACTLY!  THAT IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO SAY!”  His Christian teachings are progressive, all inclusive and centered in love.  If you ever wonder what Jesus would do, you could simply watch Yummy and you’d get a pretty good example. 

During our conversation I was explaining (okay, complaining might be a better word here) how I feel like the Christian churches have stolen Jesus for themselves and how it pisses me off that such an amazing teacher could be used to create divisions and exclusivity.  I then paraphrased the Hindu saying I picked up on the wide wide world of web somewhere: 

There are hundreds of paths up the mountain, all leading in the same direction, so it doesn’t matter which path you take.  The only ones wasting time are the ones who runs around and around the mountain, telling everyone else that their path is wrong.

Surprised, Yummy asked me where I had heard that saying, then went on to explain that he uses the same saying in his teachings quite often.  But, Yummy takes it further.  (this is awesome… you’re going to love this…)

Yummy explained that at the base of the mountain our paths are so far apart we can barely see each other, if at all.  But as we climb that mountain the paths get closer and closer until, when we reach the top we are close enough to embrace. 

It is so beautiful I want to cry!

And the dogma pushers, the judgers, the fundamentalists?  He simply says “God Bless You” and leaves them to their path. This is a page I will most definitely take from his book.  Because who am I to judge what stones make up their path?  If they need to believe that I am wrong in order to feel they are right, then God bless them.  If they trip on those stones, then I wish them a gentle landing.  I know I have tripped plenty on my own path.  I mean, really, aren’t I just as guilty of judging them for judging me? 

And when we meet at the top of the mountain I bet we hug each other and laugh about the crazy journeys we’ve taken and all of the trips and falls along the way.   Until then, I send love to ease your path so that whatever your journey, it will be smooth.

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A Feather on the Breath of God

“There is the Music of Heaven in all things and we have forgotten how to hear it until we sing.”  Hildegard of Bingen

I’ve got a secret. 

I have been coming out of the spiritual closet incrementally for a few years now.  Sure, it all began with a pretty big splash.  Dr. Wayne Dyer received my letter and was moved by it enough that he asked to publish it in his book Wishes Fulfilled.  Millions of people have now read about my experience, and happily most of those people are strangers.  Because of this letter I had to show my immediate family just how high my freak flag can fly.   Luckily, it turns out that most of my relatives have had similar experiences and once I opened the dialogue to the weird and wonderful, their stories have come out as well.  I can’t begin to tell you how happy that has made me.

But since that big splash it has been baby steps, just showing a little bit of my crazy at a time.  It is a bit like walking into a cold lake, slowly easing into the depths so that I can get used to the temperature a little bit at a time.  Ankle deep, feet didn’t freeze off?  Excellent, now let’s see about these knees.  Lately I’ve been thinking, why not go all in?  What have I got to lose, really?  So….

<takes a deep breath and……………. *SPLASH*>

Secret #1:

I see dead people.

Okay I don’t typically see them, though that has happened on a few memorable occasions (for instance once I was at a friend’s house enjoying some live entertainment by a bunch of theatre alumni.  I looked up and saw her deceased husband watching the kids singing.  He had such a huge smile on his face!  Amazing.) 

But mostly I just hear them, only not with my ears, if you get what I’m saying.  I hear them in my mind, their voices very distinctly their own.  Usually they are there to say “hey, things are great here, don’t worry about me” and sometimes they bring very specific messages.  I have sometimes shared the message with the person it is meant for, but a lot of times I haven’t.  I regret that.  I regret that I let my own fears of being judged stop me from relaying messages that might have brought some comfort to the recipient. 

So from this moment forward I vow to you and to myself that I will relay whatever messages come my way.  No more regrets.

Secret #2:

I see Angels.

I don’t understand why it is that this confession makes me feel the most vulnerable but this is one I’ve kept close to myself with a very few exceptions.  Perhaps it is the linear thinking cynic that still lurks in my brain.  Perhaps it is because I wasn’t raised with any sort of religious structure so to believe in such things must be ludicrous, right? 

Whatever the reason, I will share with you now that I see Angels, sometime as visual specters and sometimes I see them with my mind’s eye.  I know that Archangel Michael stands behind my daughter and has done her whole life.  I see Archangel Gabriel sitting with me when I write.  I have seen four angels surrounding a very dear friend of mine, holding her arms and legs, not so much to hold her up as to keep her from flying away.  Sometimes I sense they are near and see sparkles of different colored lights. 

A few years ago after they became quite vivid in my experience, I decided to ask for a definite, without-a-doubt sign that they were actually real and not just the workings of my over arching imagination. 

My family and I were heading to the beach that day.  I was in a playful mood and just before leaving I said out loud, “Angels, bring me a $5 bill today.  Have somebody place it in my hand before the end of the day.”  This may not seem like much of a test to some of you, but for me it was a pretty challenging task for my Angel buddies.  You see, I never carry cash and always use debit for any purchase.  For me to be handed $5 would literally have to be “pennies from Heaven”.  Plus, we were going to the beach.  What were the chances?

I truly believed they could pull this off.  I suppose that was the key.

My American Husband and I had been out for a swim and were walking back toward the shore.  I kept looking to the sky because there was this one amazing cloud that looked just like a giant Angel wing.  I was laughing to myself, thinking ‘You sneaky Angels.  Nice sign, now show me the money’.  I looked down and saw something strange in the water.  My American Husband had seen it too and reached down to grab it. 

It was a $10 bill. 

I laughed out loud and reached for it, but he pulled it out of my reach.  I explained to him that this was my $10 bill because I had asked the Angels for $5 and they were obviously being generous. 

“No this is my $10 bill.  If you wanted $10 you should have asked for $10”.

We kidded and joked for the afternoon, enjoying the sunshine.  I kept checking the sky to see if the angel cloud had blown off, but it stayed right where it was the whole time.  I could almost hear those mischievous cherubs laughing.

After a few more hours we packed up and went home.  As we were leaving I took a photograph of the cloud.  I never wanted to forget this day, or this sign.  When we got home, my American Husband came up to me as I was unpacking the cooler.  He held out his hand to me and in it was a crisp $5 bill.  Placing it in my hand, he said, “There.  The Angels said to give you half”.

Boom.  Well done, Angels! 

I still have the $5.  I never wanted to spend such an amazing, miraculous gift.

I talk to the Angels now, everyday.  I ask them for help with just about everything.  I look for and find their signs and guidance in all sorts of places.  It has changed the way I walk through life.  I never feel alone, and I know that I am always supported.  And if I listen very closely, sometimes I can hear them singing….

“Lean on me, when you’re not strong, I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on”.

Secret #3

I have had visitations from Ascended Masters.

The first time it happened I was meditating.  I was fairly new to the process and was getting quite adept at emptying out all of the noise.  On this particular night I was sitting and really digging the stillness.   Then something weird started happening.  I could “see”, floating right in front of me, a woman.  She looked like some sort of Buddhist or Hindu statue, like a goddess,  and she was just hovering there in front of me.  I tried to make her go away, following my breath and silently chanting Om Mani Padme Hum, the mantra I had read about online.  But instead of going away, she came closer, reaching out her hand and touching it to my heart. I felt instantly flooded with love, so much so that tears began to run down my face.  Alright, I decided.  Let’s just go with it.

“Who are you?” 

Immediately, loudly, this line from a song played in my brain: “Flowers in her hair. Flowers everywhere.”

Well that doesn’t help me at all.  So I turned to the greatest spiritual tool I had at that time, Google, and started searching.  I knew what she looked like and that there was something about flowers in her hair so I began by searching images.  It took me very little time to find her, God love Google.  She was Quan Yin.  I had never heard of her and figured that if she was going to show up for me in a meditation I’d better study up to see if she was bringing me some sort of message. 

Turns out she is a Bodhisattva (literally a Being of Enlightenment) who, according to legend decided to forgo the bliss of Nirvana and hang around humanity to help us fulfill our own divine plans.  She is an Ascended Master associated with the lotus flower and unbeknownst to me at the time, Om Mani Padme Hum roughly translates to “Hail the Jewel in the Lotus” and is used by devotees to call Quan Yin for assistance.

I’m not gonna lie to you.  It was a pretty awesome experience. 

She was the first Ascended Master and since then I have had a few more.  Buddha showed up once during my Reiki attunement.  And not long ago a fellow who called himself Yeshua began dropping by during my morning meditations. 

Then there is the White Dolphin.  He has come to me in lucid dreams in the past few weeks.  I am not sure who or what he is, but I know that every visit feels like a visit from heaven.  Pure, divine love. 

Maybe I am not meant to understand everything. Maybe magic and mysticism are the keys that open the door to better understanding.  All I know is that these moments have been sacred, playful, comforting and enlightening.  I’ve gone beyond disbelief and cynicism and embraced the gifts that these visions have brought to my life.  With each new experience I am broadened, deepened, filled in and awakened. 

Speaking of Ascended Masters, my friend Joan sent me a quote yesterday by St. Francis of Assisi.  “It is no use walking anywhere to preach unless our walking is our preaching”.  I hadn’t heard that one before and it resounded loudly.  I have known for some time that I needed to share everything, or at least to stop hiding it.  I don’t expect to change anyone’s belief system or to convert anyone to mine.  I only want to speak my truth and walk my path fearlessly. 

One last Secret:

I have complete faith that this information will be found and embraced by the people who are open to receive it.  That is the greatest part of “letting go and letting God”.  Simply trusting. 

An Ode to the Western Women

Beautiful painting by artbylindy.com
Beautiful painting by artbylindy.com

“The world will be saved by the western women.”  The Dalai Lama

People of a certain age might remember a commercial from the 1980’s for some sort of perfume.  This sexy woman comes strutting into view, singing sassily, “I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in the pan, and never never let you forget your a man, cause I’m a woman.”  If you want to refresh your memory go have a look-see here.

As an impressionable teenager I watched this, and things like this, with excitement and enthusiasm.  Yes!  I can have it all.  I can have a fulfilling career, a marriage, a family, and, happy days are here again, bacon!  And it was with this attitude that I, and so many like me forged ahead to create this utopian world for ourselves.

Fast forward 15 years.  I can bring home the bacon, but really, you expect me to cook it too?  And when that is all done, dishes dried and put away, then I get to bathe the baby, read stories, sing songs, try to fit a full day’s worth of parental loving into a few short hours, tuck her in bed, along with a healthy dose of motherly guilt, then throw in some laundry, set up coffee and lunches for the morning, pay the bills, and with my five free minutes before I collapse into bed I get to never, never let you forget your a man?  Oh lucky me.

The problem with being able to have it all, is that we ended up having it all.  My  cup literally was running over. My balls were in the air and I was juggling as fast as I could, keeping everything going, being the best superwoman I could be.  But baby, it was giving me a supersized case of the shivering fits.

Women of my generation (give or take a few decades) faced that double edged sword.  We juggled and danced and whistled and then we fell down.  The lessons came in so many ways, but the results were universal.  We needed to stop life as human “doings” and get back to life as human “beings”.  We were broken open in so many ways.  Our wake up calls came in the forms of divorce, losing jobs, sickness, loss, death.  There were tough times, impossibly tough, but we have finally been delivered to this moment in history and we are ready for what comes next.

In my spiritually inspired journey over the past couple of years I have travelled many places, attended many seminars and lectures, taken classes and workshops, all in the attempt to understand this existence.  In my travels I have noticed something interesting.  The demographic at all of these events is predominantly women.  We range in age from 20 to 102, but the vast majority of us are in those tender middle years, floating in our 40s, 50s and 60s.  We have softer skin around our jawlines, our curves are not as perky as they once were but we have grace and beauty in our souls that shines brightly.  And we find each other.

It’s like an old movie where the man and woman look across the crowded dance floor.  Their eyes meet and there is this zing of recognition.  But for us it happens with like minded souls.  We come to the workshops, we look around a sea of strangers and our eyes meet.  Wham-o!  I know you!   We introduce ourselves and start to talk as if we entered in the middle of a sentence.  We know each other instantly.  Our stories spill out and we hug and hold hands and laugh and feel like we’ve finally found our long lost sister.

First there was Katie from Australia, who had been healed of liver cancer at a Dr. Brian Weiss seminar.  She is intuitive and shares her truth in such a matter of fact way it inspires me to do the same (no matter how crazy I may seem).  Then there is Diane from Oregon.  She taught me about loving Jesus despite Christianity and let me practice doing a regression on her over Skype.  Joan, my beloved Reiki Master who has taught me so very much in such a short time.  She writes me poetry to support my journey and reaches out in love when I don’t even know I need her to.  And I always need her to.   There is also another Kate.  She and I attended the same past life workshop but didn’t meet until the not so random workings of the interweb brought us to each other and we discovered a kinship and commonality that continues to surprise me.  That same random internet brought others, people who have read my experiences and have felt inspired to reach out to me.  Their reaching out has allowed us to connect and build a network of likeminded people that literally spans the globe (and I’m not even exaggerating here).

And in this interweaving of relationships we have created a tapestry of love and compassion.  We are indeed greater than the sum of our parts.  Together we learn, inspire, teach and grow.  We gain strength through adversity, we laugh and bless each other, we journey and grow to greater understanding because of each other.

And we will save the world.  Of this I have no doubt.

The Guru Within

Photo by:  Walter Babinski, My American Husband
Photo by: Walter Babinski, My American Husband

“Once a Truth is named it becomes more about the namer than about the Truth.”  My Inner Guru

A few years back my world turned upside down (you can read more about that here).  As in many cases it took this mayhem to start me earnestly upon the path to spirituality and seeking Truth, with a capital T.

There is a Buddhist proverb that says “when the student is ready the teacher will appear”.  As I was trying to pick up the broken pieces of my life the first teacher to appear for me was the beautiful Louise Hay who became a kind of Spiritual Kindergarten teacher for me.  I had a recording of her Affirmations that I would play over and over and over, her soothing voice repeating the words that began the job of healing my shattered spirit.  “Life loves and supports me.  I am safe and all is well.  Deep in the center of my being there is an infinite well of love.  I now allow this love to flow to the surface.”  Hundreds of affirmations, over and over until, miraculously, my brain began to rewire itself and these thoughts began to spontaneously form on their own.  And I began to heal.  It was a miracle.

Louise was the first of many teachers along my path of self discovery.  I read voraciously, one book after another, learning about different modalities and belief systems, taking them all in and trying them on to see if the fit was right.  Building on the affirmations that served me so well I would begin each foray with my newest teacher by stating “only the Truth (with a capital T) resonates with me.”

Then one day the light went on.  Hey wait a minute.  If my soul recognizes the Truth then maybe I already have all of the answers inside.  This twigged a memory that led me all the way back to my kindergarten days with Louise.  Plugging in her affirmation I listened again for the thousandth time and sure enough there it was.  “Inside of me lie all of the answers to all of the questions I will ever ask.” Inside of me!  Truth with a capital T resounded.

But then the tricky part was how to get access to this great wealth of wisdom that was within.  In my journey all roads lead to meditation, so I set myself down with some groovy binaural beats and asked a question:  “How can I know if something is the Truth?”

Then I sat.  And waited.  And listened.

Nada.

Hmm.  Somehow I imagined this would be easier.  I finished up my meditation with no answer to my question, then picked up the latest book I was reading.  It was a step by step guide to inner peace and tranquility.  I opened to where I had left off and began to read.  Almost immediately Simon the cat jumped onto my lap.  I gave him a scritchy under the chin then kept reading.  Where was I?  Oh yes, there it was.  Something about following the correct path.  I turned the page and Simon lifted his paw and smacked the book.  I laughed and scooted him down off my lap.  He’d never done that before.

I continued reading about the right way and wrong way to enlightenment.  Simon jumped back on my lap and stared at the page.  I laughed again.  What was that crazy cat up to?  He swatted the page once,  then swatted again and this time he left his paw right smack dab in the middle of the page so that I couldn’t see the words.  I moved his paw and tried to read.  Two words in and he swatted the page yet again and this time rolled right on top of the book, completely blocking my view.

Confounded and confused I continued to attempt to read the book and every time I tried Simon would block me.  The cat had gone stark raving bonkers!  He’d never acted like this before.  What was up with him?

And then it hit me.  Ding ding ding!  Bells and whistles!  Here was the answer to my question.  How can I know if something is the Truth?  My cat won’t stop me from reading it.

Of course it hasn’t always been as easy as this particular time, but the Truth has a way of finding me and I have been able to recognize it.  Sometimes it is simply a recognition, as if I knew it all along but just hadn’t come up with it yet.  Sometimes it is a feeling, like anxiety in the pit of my stomach, that lets me know that while this is somebody’s Truth, it is not mine.  Sometimes Truth puts the dance in my step and the song in my heart.  It is all about feeling.  When I feel good, I know that I am feeling God… so to speak.

As many people as there are, there are that many paths to the Truth.  We all have our own to walk, and each path leads up to the mountaintop.  I tend to follow my inner GPS now and sometimes it leads me on a solitary path and sometimes it brings me to my next teacher.  I always learn what I can from the next person, book, lesson or ideology, take what resonates then move forward to whatever or whomever comes next.

What I have learned along the way is that accessing my own inner guru is easiest if I take a few simple steps.  (hold onto your hats, people, here comes another list!)

1.  First I ask the question.  What is it I need to know at that point in time?  Sometimes it is specific, such as “Is this author’s work Truth for me?”  and sometimes I ask a more general question.  “What is the next action step on my spiritual journey?”

2.  Then I get quiet.  This is step two.  I close my eyes, get into position and sink into as deep a meditation as I can manage.  Sometimes I go profoundly still, and sometimes the monkey mind won’t shut down, but either way I intend for the silence to bring me answers and usually it does.

3.  Third step is to listen.  Observe how my body feels and pay attention to any quiet thoughts that may pop in from realms unknown.  Many times I will simply experience a knowing during the meditation, as if I always had the answer.  Other times nothing seems to come and then later in my day or week I will have the answer show up in other ways, signs from the Universe, as it were.  These take the form of things like random bits of conversations or song lyrics that seem to speak directly to me, or I will suddenly start hearing over and over from various sources about a certain person, book, or program and realize that this is something I am supposed to investigate.  And sometimes my cat lets me know.  (okay I’m just kidding.  Simon has only done that the one time.  But how cool would it be to have an oracle cat??)

4.  And the fourth and final step is to trust what comes to you.  Trust the messages.  Trust the visions.  Trust the cat.  Even if it belies your ever present logic, trust it anyways. Your inner guru is the best guide you have.  That piece of you that is connected to the Divine, where all Truth lives.  Trust it.  It will not lead you astray.

I use the information and guidance that the teachers bring to me to guide me along my path.  I beware the self evident truths that others espouse because I understand that as soon as people label something or create rules and regulations around something it becomes more about the people in charge than about the spiritual truths they teach.  I take the good, I leave the bad and I forge ahead on this journey of discovery.

Destination unknown.

I Wish I Was Swimming

Everything I need to know about science I learned from watching Star Trek the Next Generation.  For example, I learned that human beings consist of “ugly giant bags of mostly water” or more precisely what Data says HERE  .Celebrity City

I went to Wikipedia, my other source for all things scientific,  to confirm that whole 90% thing and found out that we are actually closer to about 60 – 75% water.  I want to make sure I get my facts straight for any of you hard core scientists who might be reading this.  Because, yeah… I get a lot of hard core science types reading this blog.

But back to the water thing.  (be patient, I’m building a metaphor here)

Consider God (or Universe or Source or Big Kahuna in the sky, or whatever name you have for the Infinite Intelligence that runs the show).  Let’s say that God is the ocean.  When humans want to get closer to God  they build boats, all different kinds, and set sail in  search of God, pointing their compass toward heaven or nirvana, etc.  The boats all fill with people of like mind who want to sail on that particular boat.  They usually think that theirs is the best boat and that no other boat is seaworthy.   Some of the boats are huge, like cruise ships, opulent and fancy, while others are more like old rowing ships, requiring all who ride in them to work diligently and never ever stop or look up or think.  Other boats set tall sails and let the wind carry them smoothly across the surface.  And all of these boats have one thing in common.  They are created by humans, built by humans, and most importantly, captained by humans.  This is religion.

Spirituality, on the other hand,  is about diving right into the deep end and splashing around, becoming one with the tides and the swell of the waves.  Sometimes we choose to jump in but oftentimes life throws us in, leaving us to thrash about and barely survive.  We fear we might drown, but after awhile we allow ourselves to let go and trust and we find that the salt water gently buoys us, keeping us afloat.  Instead of riding the bucking waves of life, we discover that we can sink below the maelstroms to the still quiet that waits deep below the surface and provides a calm strength that protects us from any storm.  Spirituality is discovering that the greatest part of ourselves is made up of “mostly water”.  We are what we came from.  Some people prefer to ride in the boats, taking comfort in the leadership of their captains and the community of passengers on their journey.  Some others never leave the shore, preferring the solid ground of “reality” beneath their feet.  Others, like myself, prefer to get wet.  This is spirituality.

When we leave this life, we return  to the sea.  And then one day the sun warms us and we once again rise from the water as mist and fall gently to the earth ,  drops of rain ready to begin again, our journey back to the sea.   This modality provided by our benevolent Big Kahuna, allows us as many do-overs as we need in order to learn our lessons and get things right.  Sometimes we stay on shore, afraid to go near the water, sometimes we bury our heads in the sand, sometimes we set sail, checking out the different boats along the way, and sometimes we swim.  This is reincarnation.

Every experience is valid, every boat seaworthy in its own way.  If you ever find yourself in a little too deep, you can always find a life preserver:  all you need to do is ask.  Remember that the captain of the ship, while having the best of intentions, is also having a human experience and they have a navigation system that has its own quirks and flaws.  Trust your own inner guidance.  It will not steer you wrong.

And thus concludes this watery metaphor.  If you think I am all wet, then you are correct, sir.   One last thing before I go…

Come on in!  The water’s fine.

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