Wherever my travels will lead, paradise is where I AM.
ah, yes. it’s always good to be reminded of why i’m here. in this place. in this city. in this state. on this planet. in the universe.
i’m reminded of who i really am today. The Untethered Soul by Michael A. Singer has showed me, once again, that i am not this or that, but that I AM.
I AM the one who sees the reactions, the emotional ups and downs, the subjectivity toward life.
I AM the one that hears the voices in the head, the potential anger in someones tone, the buzzing and ringing in the ears that leads to resistance.
I AM the one who feels the knife twist in the gut, the shoulders tightening around the neck, the nervousness that multiplies with the thought of possible conflict, and the fear of death.
I AM is the one who sees, hears, feels life as an adversary.
What stops you from being, from being present, is nothing but your hope for the future. Hoping for something to be different keeps you looking for some future fantasy.
I AM is the spiritual center of all things. it’s here to awaken us and allow us to break free of the ties that bind us to pain and resistance.
I AM is living in the always beautiful here and now, the glorious present moment, without holding onto the past heartache and future fear of the unknown.
what could be more perfect than living in the light of freedom? what could be more releasing than choosing not to resist all the uncomfortable and painful feelings as they arise? and letting them go in that moment? i can’t think of a better holiday gift to yourself.
I could characterize nearly any spiritual practice as simply being: identify and stop, identify and stop, identify and stop. Identify the myriad forms of limitation and delusion we place upon ourselves, and muster the courage to stop each one. Little by little deep inside us, the diamond shines, the eyes open, the dawn rises, we become what we already are. Thou Art That.