Of Past and Pending

grandfather
smoking an army
of cigarettes
taught me to fish
and how to drink vodka
neat

We of past and pending.

My grandmothers never gardened.
My grandfathers were in the military and worked hard with their hands.

Did they think about collective psychosis or consciousness? Do they think about it now? Of course the answer is “yes” because I think about it now; we are not separate.

Wherever you feel you come from, that is where you are going. I think of the relationship I have with my parents – how they see Source or God or Love – and how they do not – how they see the world. I think of the relationship they have with their parents and in doing so, the absence of healing becomes jarring. How does this discord taint the way one relates to the world? Though I process and think on such things often, it is also clear there have been times I have given another person or situation the responsibility for creating part of my life experience. I have unconsciously accepted “other” as my source. My energy aligns with their energy and the qualities they embody.

A call to examine how I see the world matters, for how I see the world shows what I am in the process of becoming. We are individual expressions of the One Self. We can choose to be conscious of different things but we share the same consciousness. The only boundaries are the ones we choose to see.

The only difference between me and Jesus or Buddha or Abhishiktananda is my thoughts about who I am and how I see the world.

Be Love and you be God.

A wholeness realized.

The way truly is straight and narrow because it only accommodates One.

My brothers and sisters, enemies and friends, dead and undead – we are the One.

If my focus remains on the One, than I shall be the One.

“The light of the body is in the eye. If therefore thine eye be single, then thy whole body shall be full of light.” (Matthew 6:22)