I resonated with ‘Letters from 500’ after my initial read of the manuscript in 2009. It was something I believed in my heart, and after reading the manuscript it reassured me. Upon reading Chapter 12 – “Three Suggestions,” it was clear that this was the perfect guide to carry with me, through my life. It’s a simple guide. You can keep it in your pocket without any clutter and pull it out when times seem disturbing. I’ve brought these ‘Suggestions’ back to life here as we begin this New Year in somewhat uncertain times. The ‘Great Storm’ is not apocalyptic, it’s transformative. Let’s not make it hard for ourselves, let’s move into this transformation with the grace of awakened beings.

There are three suggestions I’d like to offer. You need not take them as gospel truth, but they exemplify vigilan attitudes toward life. They can help for humans as well. Many of you may already practice what I will say in some form or another. First, simply notice; next, do not increase resistance; and lastly, act in accordance with your own authenticity. (more…)

I fly into the darkness with the thrill of another journey. I’ve been here before. Oh it was so trying then, yet glorious. I am not challenged to participate. I am surrendered to the call, Soul’s immersion into the conscious love of transformation.

When I was home in my oneness, looking into the fray of evolving, it seemed so simple to understand, knowing the truth of it all. Laughing, I embrace this formidable path traveled until I’m thrust into it again. I’m not laughing now.

Bang, I’ve landed. Hit a wall that stopped the everflow of awakened state before my departure. “Now you See It, now you don’t.” Those words never as poignant as in this moment of forgetfulness. Even now I’m wondering how these words, these thoughts, broke free to be expressed.

These many years of looking straight ahead and seeing not much. The mind caught in a whirlwind of repeated memories so lacking in the knowledge of it all. The shell I reside in has done well to hide even the spark of truth.

And yet, in this strange moment, as the shell weakens and the mind vibrates in uninspired thought there’s a whisper that comes with determined force. And that laughable moment I had before my descent is reaching out to me once more.

© 2018 Stefan Bright

Walk the well-worn path of life with destiny by your side. A chance to alter that footprint sent down as a roadmap, and we take it. Notice that veil that obstructs our view? See through it. Yes! Those clouds of uncertainty gone with the breath of a trillion cells. “I’m awake, awake,” you cry.

Now, that once arduous path seems so clear of debris. The steps, a burden to the mind, nothing more. And, what wonderful laughter follows this glorious recognition. Was it that simple, all the time that simple? A fool would know it. No noise clogging those thoughts. And now, to see the light so clear, so pure.

Painful it was that life of madness. Childish, but not playful. Ignorance lacking the true bliss that it bemoans. You see, we come to play the game of consciousness. Play it in a field of challenging perfection. There is no guarantee. Life here holds none. To be sure, the rest is well worth the travel. Knowing our part of it gives glory to all that is. What more do we need to manifest that sea of silence? In that sea lies the truth.

© 2018 Stefan Bright

 

Have you seen my soul today,
It’s nowhere to be found?
I saw it last rolled in a ball,
As it scurried underground.

Have you seen my soul today,
Stripes colored true and through?
I thought I saw it then it’s gone,
Those hues no longer new.

Have you seen my soul today,
Waving to the crowd?
Its mission passion torn apart,
Its voice no longer loud.

Have you seen my soul today,
That topped the mighty spire?
With windblown threads kissed tops of heads,
And its message filled with fire.

I’ve lost my mighty soul today,
Its pain brought on by thus.
I’ve lost my mighty soul today,
Its nothing more than dust.

But, if you find my darling soul,
Wherever it may be,
Let it know I wish it would
come back and conquer me.

I’m ready for the new unfurl,
The reason for my ride.
To hear voices raised in heartfelt praise,
A return to my soul’s full pride.

© 2017 Stefan Bright

In my waking breath, I start and start again this day’s long pace.

I have a choice to walk it right or throw the day to waste?

Can stay captive to the mind-noise that yesterday I fought,

or carry forth the truth set in unencumbered thought.

I can busy Me, my Self, in the ego-sea of Me,

or journey to a world of those around who’ve been set free.

Can nod to no importance, ignore beauty through my eyes,

or linger in the peacefulness, seeing splendor beyond the skies.

If my heart is beyond shallow I won’t hear the crying sound,

I’m destined to the sadness of a horrid day gone down,

and patterns that have made me Me,

repeating, peating, peating a lost strategy.

This thing we’re all built on, truth and love and willing,

it’s time to set a new stride and keep the dark from killing.

It’s time to offer Gratitude and Loving arms that brace,

it’s time to see our lives are just a wasteland ‘cept for Grace.

© 2017 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

 

 

Will you remember me
When there’s no more of me to see?
Will you remember the things that went so wrong
Or remember the sometimes good we’ve done?
Will you remember me
When there’s no more of me to see?
Will you remember the pain I sometimes put you through
Or the tenderness that sprung from my heart for you?
Will you remember me
When there’s no more of me to see?
Will you remember the deep sorrow we weathered
Or the beautiful happiness we shared together?
Will you remember me
When my ashes are long for the sea?
When the days are many and your heart less heavy
How will you remember me?
© 2017 Stefan Bright

Having lived through the tumultuous 60’s I can say, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it was one of the biggest shakeups in our history. The ego mind had tossed and turned until it skewed out of shape, and the pressure cooker of disfunction popped its cork. With the advent of psychotropic drugs, we started to see the world in a different reality.  It wasn’t the same old, same old anymore. It was a time of [what-the-fuckness] and it birthed a new confidence, above and beyond the ego mind. It garnered truth in the face of deception. It bled lies that help actuate the facts laid out before us. In the past, we believed what we were told. Now we were unraveling the veil of deception with inner awareness, and heart and soul resonance. You could fool all the people all the time before then. By the 60’s, just some of us, some of the time. It was our Chrysalis bursting open.

And here we are. Back to a time when madmen can tell tales of insanity and bring us to our knees. Integrity has taken a backseat to 1% mucksuckers. The poor ego is so deluded that it will take a mountain of faerie dust to clear the poison spell it has come under. Pshaw!!!

In the light of our darkness, I thought it appropriate to remind us of why we are here in the first place. What do our souls want out of all of this, and why this way? I’ve read this Epilogue many times. It has been a balm to my worried mind. Its soothing explanation calms the frustration inside me and gives me a bright light to cast on the darkness that has taken the joy out of living. I’m throwing it out there to you, and pray that it will alleviate the pain that sits inside your belly. 

We’re here for a damn good reason. Let’s make it all worthwhile.

Why Souls Come to Earth

“O, I’ve recently been reading about a theory that the Earth is like a training ground for souls. I have a question for you.”

Shoot.

“Hey, you’re picking up the lingo, aren’t you. According to this theory, we proceed through many incarnations, from the beginning as young souls, to an end-point as old ones.”

Indeed it is so.

“They say we have a hundred or so lifetimes on this planet, in which we gradually gather a full range of practical life experiences. Finally, we graduate out of the system and move on to something else. Well, when I thought about what I was reading, I began to have some questions about the future you’ve been describing.”

This is more than a theory to me. I am living it. I know the reasons we’re here.

“So, what are those reasons?” (more…)

 

 

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…)