Happy New Year 2019

Here’s to a more expressive year. Expressive in Enlightenment, in Peace, in Light, in Knowing. We are more than just human beings, we are infinite souls, moving through time and space to realize our true selves.

Alone on the bridge, as the light bows to the darkness. Leaving the rattle of the day we become blanketed in the silent peace of night. There is no separation here, just a smooth transition in the duality of life.

After a broad exchange of spiritual views among some of my friends and associates, I voiced my view on the matter.

“This has been an extraordinary conversation. The players couldn’t be more closely involved in the subject matter. I’ve been thinking about my part in this game. It wasn’t exceptional. It just was. I longed for that gold ring as a disciple, and long after. After I left the guru, I played the former disciple with grace, or so I believed. But, it was all in my mind. The day I dropped the search was the day I started to realize. I realized my truth was only mine. Not yours or his or hers, just mine. There is no consensus here. My perception of life and the afterward, and my ideal of enlightenment were just mine. And they were just an idea. Just words floating through my mind. A belief, predicated on learning from this, that, and the other. And then one day those thoughts were gone. The ideas were gone. The slate had been wiped clean. I was empty. 

One day, long after that empty day, I was walking across my room and suddenly I found my self stopped, in the midst of a presence that took my breath away. It was peace, light, and bliss all wrapped up in one. I couldn’t move from that space, why would I? The feeling was transcendent. It produced that current that Franklin Merrill-Wolff speaks of in “Pathways Through To Space.” It lasted no longer than a moment. But, it was there. I felt it through my all, and I can recall it now. It has graced me a few more times, but I cannot hold it firm. It teases me. I am grateful, even for those morsels. There is nothing that can really describe it. My words here are puny at any rate. This thing that we hold so dear to belong to has no ties to us. It is there all the time. If we’re lucky to walk into its space, well that is an awesome day.”

On October 31 Robert wrote to me about a dream he had and the after-conversation with his higher being, the All-Self. Though not part of the esoteric or philosophical community’s everyday nomenclature this All-Self fit comfortably into the essence of who Robert is and allowed him to communicate on the most subtle level with this Knowingness. Like ‘Letters from 500,’ it was a call, a call from beyond the organic through a myriad of vibrational walls, coming to rest within his harmonic being. 

Though I have concentrated much of my energy, as many have, on the darkness that has become our country’s recent mythology, I have had moments of clarity within the space of that Knowingness that have given me strength. Like “The Four Agreements,” once you allow your ego to take a rest and you comprehend through a deep intuitive rather than the ego mind, you will open the door to a new self. Read it with your eyes and feel it in your soul. Your All-Self will dance in the Knowingness of your awakened Realization.

      

 RP:  Well, good afternoon, AS. As I’m sure you know, I had a powerful dream this morning.

 AS:  Yes. Please describe it for me, for the record.

 RP:  I wrote copious dream notes on it this morning. I don’t have them with me right now. Do you want me to repeat myself?

 AS:  As though you are a ‘repeat self’ of me? Of course, repetition is rampant in the Grand Illusion. It is required that you repeat your ‘self’. Go ahead. I have a feeling it won’t be just duplication in any case.

 RP:  All right then. The dream was coming out of another dream, one in which I was on a prison ship or barge in the harbor of a great city. I was with my family—mother, father, brothers and sisters; we were all prisoners. We were trying to figure out what city this was and where we were. I don’t remember why we were prisoners, but it felt like it had to do with a powerful repressive government that had rushed over our democracy and was ‘locking up’ anyone who dissented or might conceivably dissent. And we had been more than dissenters; we were resisters.

 RP:  But abruptly in the dream everything shifted. I was with the same people (and maybe even in the same place). However, we were no longer prisoners. We were scientists working on new, seminal technologies for the whole planet. We were a family of scientists dedicated to an important, far-reaching cause—of improving the lot of our species.

 RP:  In the middle of our work I suddenly was possessed by a new insight. I shouted and gathered my family members around. We went into our laboratory (from outside on the deck of the former ‘prison’ barge. My father sat on a table at the front of the space. We all gathered in front of him. Then I jumped up and sat between his legs, facing away from him. But I was still speaking to him and to the others. He was significantly larger than me (half again as tall), as though I were a child. It seemed natural somehow to sit in his lap, or between his legs. (more…)

What’s this darkness I perceive, though my eyes are opened wide and the light of day yet lingers?
What’s this darkness creeping through, like the herd approaching in thunderous waves?
This dull blurred form, I’m trying to understand, crying to understand.

This dulled blurred form wrapped in the tatters of gullibility. Guiding me to follow, leading me to unbelievable places. To places where truth is just a four-letter word. Guiding me to bend my mind in so many twists and turns. Like a coaster off its rails.

Follow it into the crannies where confusion reigns. It informs my mind, my eyes so blind. It’s here to satisfy my fearful thoughts and direct me in ways I cannot imagine. It is the ruler of misinformed constituents.

Fear me, it says, even as it allays my fears. It is pushing another story, something it wants to share, something skewed away from the reality of life. Something beyond compare, it promises, something beyond compare? I stare at it, beware I stare. For the eyes have spied the lies inside.

© 2018 Stefan Bright

Maybe we are all just doing exactly what we are supposed to do. But, in the struggle to believe that we should dress for success, reach for success and die for the success we succumb to the great lie of our time. Success is in the eye of the beholder. I love the word ‘mediocrity.’ It’s so demeaning. Isn’t there a place in life that’s just this and just that and no need for anything greater? Here’s how I see it.

How do you see a life of mediocrity?

You walk to the edge of life, looking at those masterful minds, monsterful successes, lives hell-bent.
At the edge, you see me and you and those whose lives have shown least for their hellish bending.
What went wrong? That voice resounding, nothing wrong, ever so strong, ever strong. No sad song.

Life metes out the balance on one foot and then the other.
Teetering, almost balanced, teetering, finding balance, You land it, you accept it.
Arms outstretched, eyes closed, we dive into the realm of possibilities and come up with equal chance, equal choice, all possibilities destined for greatness in its own right. Nothing wrong.

Success is to live a life at best, no matter what.
What matters is how we see the life we offer up.
Respect our life, respect our plan, there is no other plan, man.

How do you see a life of mediocrity?

Climbing ladders to the stars, missing moments.
Grabbing, clutching, opportunities whizzing by like meteors far away.
Sadness all around, this lack of understanding.
It’s not what you get, it’s what you get, understand?
Realize who you are and aren’t.
There’s the place to start. Balancing your art.
Your craft is you, your self, your being.
Balancing, rebalancing and bouncing back again.

Societal norms aren’t normal, they’re elusive, inconclusive.
Societal norms are victimizing, sanitizing, ever binding, fault reminding.
Societal norms aren’t normal, they’re berating, self-degrading, thin skin chafing.
That’s not right, not right, you see mediocrity is a spoof. A nowhere land, a goof.

How do you see a life of mediocrity?

Do you see the dream of this land, do you see?
The land of dreams, it’s not.
So if you are here, on earth, in this land, this land where mediocrity is slammed,
Then you are along with the crowd, and the crowd is loud.
If you are here and pleased with your mediocrity, then you are real, and real is the deal.

How do you see a life of mediocrity?
Not seeing it at all, that’s the call.

© 2018 Stefan Bright

I don’t think I’ve ever been as angry as I am now. It’s an emotion that doesn’t sit inside me much, and when it does rise up it dissipates quickly. I’m fortunate in that respect. I’m quick to forgive and have little time for dwelling on something I cannot change. But we have gone completely Bizarro, allowing this latest administration to have the keys to the castle. They just don’t care about us. All of us, including their supposed base. Recognition of this fact, when the sky falls on top of us, chicken little, will be a long and hard lesson.

The physical protestations have produced a large negative bubble around this country. You can almost see the fire of rage bellow up from the purple mountains majesty and the fruited plains. The emotional body has gone haywire and the health of the body is in dire straits. But, we can change this rotten dynamic, this pervading stench that wreaks with me-ism. Don’t let the voice of crazy penetrate too deeply. Block it with the Heart-Fire of Transformation. Think it. Believe it. Love it. Project it. We better start loving our surroundings like never before. Better start loving our neighbor like never before. Better start loving our community like never before. And we better start loving our humanity like never before. The only values that need be honored are the values that sustain civility and harmony. Without these, we are lost.

The integrity of a structure is no better than the foundation that it’s built on. Destroy any part of that integrity and it’s doomed to topple. And then what? Picking up the pieces, of an idea built on integrity, will surely take generations. I’d like to see it healthy again before I’m gone.

There is clarity beyond…start noticing

 

 

 

I can’t believe that something so a part of human understanding, in the loss of a loved one, can get so muddled in its expression. One usually doesn’t go to lengths to express a condolence, whether it be awkward for the person or just a case where there are no words to express the feeling. Yet, as awkward as it may be to express yourself, there is always a sense of sadness that one has for the ones grieving, and kindness is the way to go.

Those who are empty of that understanding usually stumble in that moment. Even a smile and a touch can make the moment special because the electricity we express, through our dynamic heart, out to our touch, can lift the spirit in times of grief.

I expect many of you have seen the film, “Fierce Grace”.  It’s the documentary of Baba Ram Das’ experience after his stroke. If you haven’t seen it I highly recommend a watch. It will move you. In the meantime, I have made a selection from the film that highlights a letter written by Ram Das to two of his close followers, a couple who had recently lost their young daughter to a senseless crime. This is the highest degree of condolence. The ability to bring a deeper understanding to such a moment of despair. And yet, for those not as eloquent as Ram Das, there is always a smile and a touch.

Anger has become the overriding emotion among the citizens of this country. Moving into a rage, it is a sore that has festered to the point that it has infected us all. I’ve found myself so uneasy with this emotion that my smile has waned and my guts have erupted. It’s not pleasant and it’s not sustainable. Something will definitely blow. It’s for that reason I’m writing this post.

This blog is based on the possibility that we humans will evolve to a more enlightened state of mind. Under the present circumstances, it looks pretty grim that there is any possibility. In fact, the norm is erupting into a more abnormal normal. Minds are being blown apart by acts of insanity, bringing the common denominator of Common Sense to a level of Common Nonsense. Infantile brain-farts are dominating the landscape and, in some, the ego has become so infatuated with itself that it has blocked all notions of surviving the catastrophic murmurings of the world’s Mind-Sick Leaders. It doesn’t look good. (more…)

It seems to me that our greatest challenge in life is the discovery of who or what is the true self. The True Self, the essence that lies beneath our façade, our story, our personality. It is that which ignites and expands with all our experiences.

Most, if not all religions, want to separate our physical being from the ‘Divine’ energy that we think is God. I’m starting to feel different about that notion. I’m beginning to feel as if there is no separation. If there is a Divine Essence within us then we are truly one with that Essence, the Soul, the Godhead. Perhaps that thing that animates us, which is Pure Consciousness, is the blood that flows through all the animations of physical existence. We would then be nothing more than the atoms of the All, and our singular experiences are really the All’s experience. The raindrop falling into the ocean becomes the ocean, even knowing it is still a raindrop. Its oneness with the ocean is an enhancement of its singularity, not a separate thing. For there is no separation, even when it was floating solo above the great sea. (more…)