Hammered

It defies reality that anyone would consider themselves important, but that’s how the mind skews. When self-importance goes whack-a-mole, hammer it. I am not important. You are not important. No one is important.

Marital moment

“You look like you’re 20,” I said. “I’m the same age I’ve always been,” she replied.

Feeling the elephant

To the extent that culture is a good thing, counterculture is a better thing. We are all born into a culture, a rationalized defensiveness. Shortly thereafter, we stop seeing the world as it is and start seeing it through a kaleidoscope of religion, tradition and politics. This distortion of reality causes us to flail around blindly while doing so with one hundred percent conviction.

As I am

We think the purpose of the mind is to think. (The mind would think that, wouldn’t it?) But that’s not it. The purpose of the mind is to see the real. In the seeing is the doing, the spontaneous conversion of love into action

Ego’s little dance

At the heart of A Course in Miracles, we find this: “Nothing real can be threatened.” There’s no wiggle room here. Is the Divine in me nervous, fidgety, afraid? Is the truth defensive?