Reflections and Observations of the whispers of kindness carried on the impatient wings of NOW.

Are LIFE™ Assurance Policies worth the TIME™?

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In a word, “Yes.”

Many of us have become saturated and convincingly satiated in the “struggles” of survival.  We speak positive affirmations which have us “warring” against this, “battling” that or “fighting against” some other unwanted trait, situation, experience or malady.  While i seldom make broad sweeping statements of absolutes, i’m willing to go out on a limb on this one and suggest to you something you probably already know.  That ish don’t work.

Our LIFE™  (Living In Full Enjoyment) only becomes assured as we allow our Perfection to be realized in our TIME™ (Total Immersion in a Moment’s Experience).  In that, we surrender to the full experience of the joy to be discovered in ANY moment (it lies beyond your ability to ‘reason‘… as in the “peace that surpasses all understanding”).  We hold this to be fundamental in Perfecting the Art of Thrival™ (vs. survival).  Mastering our ability to relax, relate, release, rinse and repeat proves over and over again the wisdom of the sages who spoke eloquent truths into our world such as, “know ye not that ye are gods?”  In such a capacity YOU are the one you’ve been waiting for.  YOU are also the creator of your reality.

Therefore, practicing your Art of Thrival™ yields maximum return on your investment as you become an intentional and deliberate creator of each Today(!)™  In this, your LIFE™ will be assured in the TIME™ you spend surrendering to The Breath, Technique, Rhythm and Flo … when all you’ve got is Today(!)™… that’s ALL you’ll ever need.

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Breathe

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Breathing LIFE into each moment, i discover the vastness of ME. This journey is truly one of exploration. There are beautifully elaborate corridors and out-of-the-way nooks that command the observer’s decisively shaping gaze. Revealed in the ribbon of time, there abounds open mystery.

The pondering of a query, yet formed… renews the vital flow.

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On this Day!

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The fruit of righteousness is not born on/from the tree of RIGHTNESS.  Rather, the abundance that is the fruit of righteousness rains from a sky which is unyielding in its willingness to be wrong; too saturated with the uncompromising will to be right; at once and forever pierced through its eternity with the passion of indifference!

Righteous has peach fuzz which masquerades as action or deeds.  It is not the meat of it.  The wise see action in inaction and inaction in action.  The glorious feeling bursting in the ripened sweetness of the moment bears witness to the TRUE heart of the matter.  PURITY.

So, speak to us of purity …

BE, in love.  You will BE love. Purity has no words.

BE, in love.  You will BE love.  Then … you will possess the knowing which is Purity.

BE.

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BE, the Perfect Follower

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Unshackled, unfettered and unrepentant about my Joy!  Being present  in the daily, moment-by-moment perfecting of my conversation and my action , reveals the huge amount of sediment that i have accumulated in my mental luggage.

Leaving aside useless weight, releasing the grip on the handles of luggage which was never really meant for me to “marry” … i soar with my spirit!  Among the stars and in the deep, i revel in my newness and the eternal existence of my bliss.

THIS, I MUST FOLLOW!  NO MATTER WHERE S/HE MAY LEAD!

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What is Your Approval Rating?

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Have you ever been troubled by living in a place where someone was a “door-slammer?”  I don’t mean just a casual heavy-handed, “i just don’t know my own strength,” door-slamming type, but rather the “you (and everyone else within earshot) needs to know and FEEL that i am disturbed, distressed, displeased and/or dis-eased by something or someone,” kinda artistic door-slammer.  Swinging doors, sliding doors, pocket doors, screen doors, refrigerator doors, microwave doors, oven doors, stuck doors, creaking doors. cupboard doors, indoors, outdoors they play them all. They generally don’t limit their artistic medium for expression to doors, either.  You’ve got drawers and dishes, pots and pans, staples and starches, or fruits in cans.

Their performances are not one-night engagements or limited runs.  The true devotees of their craft are able to contrive the motivation from the most mundane and slight.  They need no script, Director’s prodding or even audience delight.  The truly gifted are even able to elevate paper-tearing to the level of a revered discipline.  The drama can be vividly felt in full Dolby Digital Surround EX.  George Lucas would be astounded and proud.  You may find yourself ducking in your seat (any seat in the house is a good one) as the 3-D invisible images fly at you from every angle.  Political correctness be damned, the tension in the scenarios played out are reminiscent of the best of the Administration’s Enhanced Interrogation Techniques.  The choice between this horror or water-boarding is almost no choice, at all.  Passersby, as well as those trapped in the fantastic ornamentation are reticent to speak, move or even breathe.  Then one day, there are two … and the dueling doors begin … but, that’s another sordid story for another sorrowing page.

Today, you must ask yourself, “Why does this bother me, at all?”  It was in that pondering’s reflection that i found a depth of yearning and loving that i would have heretofore denied plausible or even possible.  It is often to our emotional, spiritual and LIFE detriment that we hold the thoughts and concerns of others’ feelings, beliefs and happiness in such awe that we inadvertently begin to live quiet lives of desperation, seeking for those fleeting signs (actions) of love, admiration, approval.  Many of you will not admit to it, but you base much of your thoughts, feelings and actions on the day-to-day opinion poll of your “Approval Rating.”

My answer to that profound query proved longer and deeper than i had ever considered.  I loved my partner.  I wanted her to be happy.  I wanted to be responsible for that happiness.  I wanted to be liked and appreciated.  I wanted to have harmonious and joyous interactions.  I wanted to have great, guilt-free sex.  I wanted to live in a place of relaxation and tranquility.  I wanted the whimsy and thrill of romance.  I had started to believe my press clippings (the things others say to you to induce you to perform along certain lines that they feel will bring them joy) i.e., “you’re the greatest, all i need is you, you are my world, i can’t see what my life would be like without you, you’re everything i’ve ever prayed for, … yahdah, yahdah, yah.”  The physical slamming of a door, any door or any thing else was not the true irritant.  It was rather, that i was being judged and rated (in my own mind) by the object of my affection, with each heart-stopping slam, horrific paper rip or mind-numbing pregnant pause (we didn’t talk about those, did we?).  I was allowing myself to be devalued by the imaginary polls, that didn’t even work to accomplish the afore-mentioned hopes, when they were ‘up’ or my numbers high.

Loving YOU should be a daily, selfish indulgence.  Your joy must be the preeminent cause du jour.  Quite often, the actions of such decadent revelry will take on visual appearances that others may believe to be the inciting of plummeting rose-petalsnumbers in your Approval Rating, poll of polls.  To this we emphatically reply “SO WHAT!?!”  Why should actions that you cannot control (small or large, real or imagined) dictate to you your current or future thoughts or actions, especially those which do not make you feel good?  Either a) they don’t know you, at all or b) they wouldn’t like the real YOU if they did or c) YOU don’t know or love YOU or them enough to present yourself from your purest, unadulterated form which is that of supreme joy and joyous yearnings … Happy.  Maybe, d) All of the Above.

So, great.  Now that we’ve got that whole annoyance thing sorted out, we can get about the business of Living In Full Enjoyment (LIFE).  We can release ourselves to Dream Big … Live Bigger.  We can envelope ourselves in the goodness that is our birthright and invite all those we love to come inside, to experience the YOU that everyone would love to know.  Your Approval Ratings are certain to soar.  The fix is in, YOU are the only and best judge!

Wishing for you Abundant LIFE!

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It’s The Journey, Stoopid!

life highway signLeaving from your door each day you set out, ultimately to arrive home in the evening or morning from a day’s labor, errands, visits or the like. The unveiling of the “stuff in the middle” is neither assured nor inevitable. The details that spring upon you as the day unfolds, gives rise to anxiety, anger, frustration, fear, laughter, joy, hope, satisfaction and dissatisfaction or any combination of a broad range of emotional possibilities. At the end, you are home, as you had planned.

Upon reflection, you assess the day’s unfurling as worthwhile … at least enough to do it again the next day. The happenings of LIFE occur in between the known variables of origin and destination. Yet, so much attention of our society is focused on the evaluation of LIFE based on the perceived proximity to a destination. Through that logic, leaving from your origin (and ultimate destination, in this case) should probably be considered ill-advised, as your proximity to your destination increases, putting you further from your goal… home.

the journey unfoldsHaving stumbled upon this self-inflicted lunacy, I began to be intentionally irreverent and disrespectful with myself in private conversation with … of course, myself. Some time ago a politico coined a term; “It’s the economy stupid,” in addressing what is and should be the obvious and main talking point concern of that campaign. So, one morning as I meandered through yet another waking routine, I shocked myself into a state of “presence in the moment by declaring “It’s the journey, stoopid!”

I no longer leave the house to arrive, anywhere. I leave for the experience of the journey. Certainly, I have a general outline of exciting points and sites I’d like to experience and explore. Yet, moreover, I give myself to the fluidity of the unexpected, unplanned and most rewarding of gifts to be bestowed upon humanity … choice. I find God, the Source, the All, peace, serenity, joy and happiness in the daily drama and circumstance of the choice, made manifest in the minuscule shaping of a moment.

We offer for consideration, leave this moment for the full experience of another; an experience and growth that can only be known in the journey of your choice.

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BE the Miracle

Our lives are miraculous manifestations of a thought.  Consider for a moment, the intricate workings of the machinery that is our heart.  Imagine, if you will, the effortless rhythmic syncopation of its beat when you experience excitement or a warm feeling of joy. Ponder the hiccup of its transcendent monotony when startled or frightened.

Yet, its precise and continuous flow and recovery assures that you spend almost zero hours of your life contemplating its irreplaceable functioning.

It was a simple thought that gave rise to your birth.  If we would again embrace the power that flows through the expression of the mind, we would immerse ourselves in the daily experiences of joy that loom on each horizon … only a thought away.

In this moment … BE the miracle you are meant to be.  Live the freedom of your heart’s longing.  Share the song of laughter that resounds in your soul and your reality will be simply MIRACULOUS.  Laughter abounds where the heart runs free.

peace be the journey