Can You Love Reality?

I love reality; I welcome reality because I know that this little finite thing I’m upset about is just a small part of the Infinite. If this one star goes out, guess what, the galaxy is still shining. One cloud can appear to block out the sun, but the Sun is still there. Night can obscure the light, but the Light is still there. It can rain, but it will stop. It can storm but soon it will end. The finite passes. But you don’t have to wait til it does. You can know the truth right now. You can experience the ecstatic right now. Unless you are still telling yourself that the cause of ecstasy is an outside thing.

Rain or shine, you can choose Infinite Paradise right now. Drought or flood, you can know Infinite Contentment right now. Alone or together, you can know the Infinite Presence right now. Broke or not broke, you can know Infinite Wealth right now. War or truce, you can know Infinite Peace right now. Insult or complement, you can know Unconditional Kindness right now. Certain or uncertain, you can know the Infinite Good right now. No matter what the appearances in your story tell you, you can choose the Present Real right now.

If you do not give your center of power to anything finite, guess what, it will all re-gather into the center of you, where it silently and invisibly arose in the first place. You unconsciously chose to give away your spontaneity, your creativity, your power, your divinity, and then you complain that someone took it.

You learned to imagine that you are a victim of some finite event, object, thought or person. The matrix phenomena of religion and society agreed that you are not a free god.

In order to feel secure and to feel that you belong, you sold your soul to the country store and to your cultural idols. You imagined that you were not enough, and that you need to use others to feel okay. You forgot that you are It. You forgot Oneness with All. You forgot that you aren’t just a speck in the universe. You thought that being an angry innocent victim or a justified victimizer or a burdened down rescuer were your only choices. No wonder people lead mediocre lives, get sick and die. No wonder people think that being a bad guy is a novelty. No wonder people think that they ought to be good but can’t.

Wake up! Nightmares at night are enough, we don’t need to live them. Just as we can wake up from nightmares, we can wake up from daymares. If you weren’t living your nightmares in the daytime, you wouldn’t be anxious. You wouldn’t find gossip to be all that keeps you from boredom.. Gossip is boring. All of that gossip is old, million of years old. The latest news about murder, rape, war or cheating is all old stuff. Ho hum.

But what about waking up? That would be news! It might seem lonely at first, because about 80% of our dramas drop out of sight. Once you begin to wake up from the story of good and evil, you may find that you have less interest in gossip and petty criticisms, and even in accumulating more stuff. Winning the next argument has little zing left in it. Even sex is not the highest point of your day.

On the scale of enlightenment:

Gossip is about a 2;
Being a bad ass is about a 3;
Fighting to be right and win is about a 3;
Sex and being rich is about a 4;
Food is about a 2;
Surviving is about a 1;
Unforgiveness is about a zero. In fact, unforgiveness is sound asleep or nearly dead.
Forgiveness is about a 5.
Thank you a 6.
Unconditional Yes a 7.
Absolute Kindness an 8.
Peace a 9.
Ecstasy a 10.
Beyond 10, you are a creator and words aren’t very useful.