Less words, more life

I have a lot in me, that wants to get out. A large part of the whole journey from pain and fear, to liberation, seems to be about that.

It was never about going from feeling bad to feeling good. It was about clearing enough noise to feel the tune. To face the facts.

And what it is that’s supposed to get out I rarely know. Even as it’s happening.

A sadness wells up in me as I write these lines. A buildup of energy in my chest.

Touching the not knowing saturates my body and senses with love. Not me feeling love, just love. And all I have is the experience of love, and now I cry.

I imagine you wonder why I’m crying.

I’m crying out of the realization that as I sit here, watching the ocean outside my window, I’m not in solitude - I am solitude.

I’m crying out of love.

And the pain in the crying tells me, that the only way to remain as this, is to avoid all people. And I can’t do that. Love does not hold back. Love does not hide, does not protect.

To remain as this, and face the facts of life, is to face each subtle nuance, each new turn of events, every naked moment.

Every lie, every betrayal of love, every attempt to escape, every veil of unacknowledged fear and pain, again and again and again.

If love and connection is the inherent fact of reality - which it is - can you imagine the energy and effort in play to negate that?

I learnt many years ago to stop thinking, because if I look at this and think, I’ll go insane.

That amount of energy can’t be held in the head. Which is one of the main calls to get down into the body, and release what’s stored there. The Frozen Flow.

The lie of goodness

Love is not about being nice, or good, or seeing the best in people. Love has nothing to do with turning the other cheek. Love is not about changing the world. Love is not even about being less egoistic and more altruistic.

Love is the recognized fact of what is. Love is literally the incapacity to exclude. Which at the edge of mind equals chaos and insanity. Which at the edge of body equals terror.

This is the challenge.

Out of it

The whole sense of me, I recognize first as a perspective. Secondly, as an instrument.

All I’ll ever know of this world, this whole experience of living, will be what I’m willing to surrender to, in terms of perspective, and in terms of being played. By nature. By Devine Spirit.

The moral paradigm

Right and wrong, should and shouldn’t. Good and evil. This is what we got. This is as much a function of nature as pain and fear.

Combine the two and you have suffering. Combine the two and you’re either in hell, or moving towards it.

Love is the opposite action.

Either we’re capable of facing the facts revealed through love, and brave enough to surrender to them. Or we’re not.

Either we let truth inform us, saturate us, and dare to speak it, act it, live it. Or we lie. We betray our own love and truth, and fall into pain and fear. And then we habituate it, get comfortable, and forget.

And somewhere within, there’s a near silent, pained call from Divine Spirit.

Skärhamn, Sweden

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Here I write out my pain. As a somatic guide & mentor, I can meet your pain with you.