I love to brew a cup of wisdom and sit silently with it. I watch my mind slow down and my body along with it. My emotions are placid and life is good. I have to choose to do this; otherwise I am running on autopilot. I find myself standing in a long Starbucks line where people are espousing half-caf wisdom to go. Slow down, folks, this is your life you are rushing through.
As I sit with myself, I am able to see things passing across the sky of my mind. At first the airlane may be crowded with thoughts lining up in a holding pattern. But the longer I sit, the quicker the planes land and disperse their passengers. On the whole they were just restless thoughts carrying my emotional baggage as they deplaned. What’s left is silence. I sit in the deserted holding gate and see that there are no more planes in sight. I go to the window and look up at the stars.
1 this unlit light, this Presence in which the sense of ‘I’ arises, is eternal. It is the core of you. It is never born and never dies. Best befriend it, for there’s no escape from it. It’s your ‘I’, my ‘I’ – one, and only one, ‘I’.
2 God is, like it or not. However, names (including the God-name), ideas, opinions, descriptions or images of this ineffableness, are lies. Remove the lies and what remains? Your ‘I’, my ‘I’. God is Light, the scriptures tell us. Unlit Light. See #1.
3 Angels exist, as surely as do you. The easy way to make their acquaintance is to stop believing the story about your aloneness, your separation. The veil that separates one from the unseen energies which clamor to comfort, to heal, and to guide, is woven of thoughtstuff. You don’t have to believe in angels, you simply suspend skepticism. Stop the story. Silence is like a gilt-edged invitation to your seamless support team.
(Angels taught me this.)