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The more we work to remember this one Truth -- especially when facing a fear about what may come to pass -- that everything in this world of passing time is granted, at best, but a temporary stay... the more certainly will we enter into, and stand within a Divine sheltering awareness that never dies.
Just as a river is refreshed -- each moment -- by the small creeks and streams that pour their waters into it, so are we meant to be renewed by the passage of Real Life as it pours into us, revealing all that it does... within us. Of course, this ever-green relationship assumes one thing: that we remain open enough -- each moment -- to receive this flow of vital impressions, and agree to share in their ageless expression.
As long as we meet moments when, for whatever reason, we feel “old” -- resisting the same old feelings, in the same old way -- what other possibilities exist for us... other than to remain identified with a weary sense of self that feels older each time we see our lives through its eyes.
The sure way to guarantee that any suffering continues unabated is to keep talking to yourself about it!
The more we talk to ourselves about how we need to make some real change in our life, the less we see how consoling ourselves with ideas for a brighter tomorrow keeps us from realizing a simple truth... a self-evident fact that, if realized, would help set us free: the more we talk to ourselves about any problem or pain that we can’t seem to escape, the more we become its captive.
So great is the need of the false self to feel “important” that it never stops imagining what it must have to feel that way; so that, by default, it lives in an almost constant fear of any moment it sees as a threat to its desired sense of self. And, as incredible as it seems, it uses this ensuing state of self-created tension as proof that the crowning moment it seeks is nearly at hand.
The divided mind has but one love, and that is to divide life in two; nothing is sweeter to the lower level of consciousness than creating the sensation of feeling apart from all it sees. In this way, it always has something to do... because it never stops reaching for what it imagines it must have to make itself feel whole.
True compassion -- a patience that never punishes -- is our yet realized right to “love our neighbor as ourself.” But this Grace belongs only to those who have seen -- and who will dare to remember -- this one great Truth when struggling with those who trouble us: in reality, there is no separate self.
Only consistent, persistent inner-work can lead us to the threshold of the “Truth that sets us free.” And yet, the following is equally true: the unassailable liberation we seek will continue to elude us until every effort to know the truth of ourselves -- by thinking about ourselves -- has proven useless.
If we will persist, at all costs, with our interior work -- immersing ourselves in its ever-deepening revelations -- the glad day comes when we simply melt into them... proving that we are neither the one who seeks truth, nor the one who finds it, but a level of being that is, and always has been both.
The more we dwell on something that we wish wasn’t so, the more we soak ourselves in negative energies created by our own resistance. The longer we soak, the more we suffer; the more we suffer, the more we resist what seems to be the unwanted event when, in truth, what we are really drowning in are the dark waves of our own un-investigated consciousness.