Josie and her Mom

When time ceases to exist, moments which we think of as having occurred separately are part of the same continuum.  So if I saw Josie Lowder playing guitar and singing eight years ago at a festival or a bar and I see her now, the same energetic force or spirit is running through it.

That spirit is the interesting part.  For when we die, my intuition is that we become that spirit, for we really have never left it.  And everything else that we thought was real is only a strange echo.

So when I saw Josie and her mother singing on June 8, 2019,  I saw the same song playing through time.   And yes they are aging together, we are all aging together, but the spirit is immutable and ineffable.  It was with them before they were born.  And it will continue with them and me into the afterlife.

And more and more I find myself seeing this spirit.  And how it pervades and moves thorough the material world like the mysterious song underlying everything.

A Book. A Chapter (One) (In Progress)

I already am the universe.  I am not separate from it.  This comes as an immense relief.  For we are not alone.  We never were, we never can be.  And when we have a cross to bear, a Sisyphean boulder to push up a hill, or a Procrustean bed to sleep in, it is not ours alone.  But belongs to everyone and everything.

And in this place we find our self, there is no light and no darkness.  There is only the endless perfection of the universe.  A perfection that we are part of if we open up to it, receive and surrender to it.

And in this place we find ourself there is no separation.   And what we think of as separation is part of the eternal becoming.   In this way, if we feel there is a wall or a force between us and the universe, it is part of the endless contraction. 

In this way, the perceived barrier is much like the barrier between an infant an its birth canal--pushing through into the light.  And yes, we are always in the birth canal.  Because, yes, we are in a constant state of being born, and contracting.  And we always have and we always will be, even when we finally contract in the so called death and wait for the next wave of expansion to carry us forward in this so call life.

What is it like to surrender?  You already know the answer.  You have been there before, many times, when there is no space, time or distance.  The source of words and concepts drop away and you flow down the stream.