Something special

There is a reassuredness that can come upon you anytime. A sense that everything is, well, as it is. That there's no need for anything to be different, but a knowing that it will be so. Everything will be different and yet everything remains the same in that life continues to be.
There's a sense of place, of restful purpose. As though one is being carried through life on a sedan chair. Always effortless, always flowing, always irresistible.
How to get there? Relax, enjoy, know that it's fine, wish others well, heck, wish yourself well. Expect it to be the best and have no idea what the best is. And after a while there is a stillness, a sense of space emerges. Hush.
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Here, now, love

Every moment is actually a glorious moment, and not knowing how glorious it is in no way detracts from the glory, from the reality of this glory, which can always be felt and is instantly accessible. For, as they say, love is all around us, and it is not only around us, it is inside us, and not only that, it is us. And you have to work pretty hard to block the love, and there have been moments, so many moments when it has been blocked. What has to happen to let the love flow? Not then, not when, right now? This moment is for you.

Life is

Life is not an outcome. If you think of the outcome of your life, what is it: The moment when everything is just perfect; Or when you get everything done; Or the moment just before you death, whenever that may be? If you had to choose whether an outcome is life or death, you would have to say it is like death, in the sense that someting is over. Life is not an outcome, it just is.
Life is not a process. It’s not even a million processes. They are all going on, responding to whatever they are responding to, being, doing. But the processes, where they persist, are mere guidelines, down which life channels, until life finds another channel.
Life is not something where we have to make stuff happen. Stuff is happening all the time, life does its thing.
So what is life? Well, the nearest we can get to it may be to say that it is life. Saying life is life may take us nowhere, but maybe staying here is the challenge. Calling life something else may give the illusion of progress without taking us anywhere either. At this level, words are just words, seen through the skein of our own interpretation: life is.

Magic moments

This moment is magical, the one you are experiencing right now, and every other moment too, utterly magical. Yet existence is so easily taken for granted, it is after all, the way that it is. But the reason why existence exists is not obvious, and that is OK. It's an incredible mystery, and that is part of the process.
We don't need to say "It's God" or "It's random" or "It's something else", as though that would explain it; it doesn't explain anything. Anyway, connecting with it is so much more fun. Feel the life force flowing through you as though you are alive, as though it is alive, as though the whole thing is alive.
There is - or may be - no kingdom of heaven anywhere else. It is a right here, right now kind of thing. You are in it, I am in it, we are all here.

Shooting match

And then there is, or rather here is, something absolutely amazing, and that is being. Just being, nothing more, it is enough, for it contains everything, it is everything and nothing more need be sought. It's the whole shooting match, dancing with itself until the end of time.
There is also this sense of something else, something beyond, something inside, and it can be tasted or at least sensed, and it is IT too, and it lacks nothing either. It is irridescent, it is life, it is just so.
And if it could speak, and it can, if it could speak it would say it's OK, it's happening, let it be. Sooner or later we will stop struggling and flow with something altogether greater. And then we will  forget and then we will remember and then we will forget again. And this is life recognizing itself. We will love it, and it is love. Altogether a little bit dizzying.

A momentary knowing

What if you knew that you were absolutely and completely protected at all times and in all places? Sure, you are, but what if you knew it, knew it in such a way that there was no question of a moment's doubt: how would your life be different, how would the experience of each and every moment change? And there is a space where you can know that this is true.
The evidence that you have been absolutely and completely protected at all times and in all places is that you are here now, reading these words. That's the evidence, and it is pretty compelling. Would you doubt it, and if you would doubt it, why would you do so? Your world is as complete as it is. It is evolving as it is evolving. It is coming to pass.
You could come to terms with it, you could love it as it is, and love it as it may become.

Ready, steady, breathe

Always and everywhere I’ve been wondering, wondering and wandering. Thinking there must be something, imagining something and then feeling something, seldom noticing the miracle of existence itself. For here we are.
It seems that, take the view that there is nothing and nothing comes, take the view that there is something, and it emerges, inch by inch, into the day to day, the divine moment arrives. And yet it was always here, right here, right now, this being the time and the place, as it were, that one is. Welcome it, love it, say yes to what you don't know that you always knew.
Always, the only limitation is oneself, and that needs gentle and forgiving work. Ready, steady, breathe.