Thursday, June 29, 2017

A firestorm of presence

Just below the compelling storyline, beneath the colorful emotional landscape, there exists a rich, mysterious world of sensations: a somatically organized field of intelligence, creativity, and aliveness.

It is dizzying here, awash with particles of the unknown. It is so unguarded, so naked, so raw … exhilarating in a sense, but also disorienting as there is no reference point around which we can organize.

The urge to return to the known, to get hold of “my life,” and to renew the trance that we are in control can appear as overwhelm in the nervous system. Without dishonoring the longing to return to solid ground, the invitation is into deep rest, to relax into the unstructured nature of pure being, and into the truth of not-knowing.

Breathe deeply from your lower belly. Feel your feet on the ground. Lay your hands on your heart. Allow yourself to sink into the mud of the earth while simultaneously opening into the heavens above. Behold the rare opportunity that has been given to know what it is like for spirit to come into form.

While the mind will scramble in its attempt to locate a problem, dare to consider that nothing is wrong, nothing need urgently be resolved, and that no answers are coming … for now. Open instead to the sacredness of the question, which is where you will meet the mystery.

You are in the nonordinary world of unconditioned awareness: strangely familiar but dreamlike and highly creative. Here, there is a primordial sort of trust that no matter what might be going on in your life, nonetheless you have everything you need to fully participate here, to know a causeless joy, and to make meaning of your life in new ways.

While the mind may continue its search for what is wrong—based on a lifetime of innocent attempts to ensure your survival—in this new place there are no “problems,” no complaints, no blaming, nothing to transcend, nothing to be transformed, nothing lacking that must be manifested, and no spell of unworthiness in which to get tangled.

There is no “spirituality” here or any movement to replace one experience with another. No journey to make from multiplicity to oneness. No evidence that you are healed or awakened, or not. Just pure life. A firestorm of presence, aliveness, intimacy, and warmth.

These qualities have somehow come together and have assembled your very own heart. There is no greater miracle than this.

Photo of the holding field of Maroon Bells, nearby in Aspen, taken by Laura and Doug Bennett

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