Category: Enlightenment


Part and Parcel

When we view the world with an open heart and an open mind, we can see ourselves in all of mankind, and all of creation. On the surface we view strangers at a distance. They are unrelated, each going about their own lives, seemingly different than our own. We view our life and our problems in the vacuum of our minds, or of the small circle we call our family.

Throughout our lives we seek a connection. We seek friendship. We seek the love of a parent, sibling and our children. We seek comradery, and an understanding. We seek a knowing. It’s there in its various forms as we interact with the world around us. In our search for understanding we strive for a connection with what some call the Divine or our Higher Self.

In doing so we look to the otherworldly to define ourselves to look for answers we deem unreachable all while our lives pass us by. And while we search for this unquenchable thirst we ignore what is in front of us. We ignore as those around us pursue the same dreams and wishes, all called by different names. We ignore the pain and suffering of a stranger. We tell ourselves they are not us and proceed to be thankful not to be in a similar situation.

Little do we know that the answers we seek are not just in ourselves but in the pain and suffering of others, in the joy and happiness of others, and in the shared and not so disconnected journey of a singular life of which we are a part and the whole.


The Man Who Dreamed

There was once a man who was on a quest to know more about himself and his place in the universe. As part of his journey, he asked God to show him four things. He asked to see himself as he truly was, and to see an angel, God and the devil as they truly were. He wanted to know if everything he knew about life was real. What was man made? What stories he heard growing up were real? He asked to see these things in a way that made sense to him, and he asked in the only way he knew how. He prayed. He asked that he could see, hear and understand all that he was meant to see, hear and understand, no more and no less.

Over several years, this man’s prayers were answered. One day while meditating, the man asked if he could see an angel as it truly was. He asked that he be shown an angel, not as he had been taught as a child and later believed as an adult, but as it truly was. As he lay there in a dark room without any lights praying/meditating, the room began to fill with light. It was a blue light. It didn’t seem to emanate from any one place. Instead, the light filled the room. It took no form, no shape. What stood out more than the light itself was the feeling that came with it. It was a feeling of peace and of love. As the light became brighter and the room was illuminated, the feelings of love and acceptance were intensified. But just as the light came, it slowly dimmed. The room became dark again.

Years later the man would pray again. He asked this time that he could see himself. He wanted to know himself as he truly was, and not as the physical form, which he knew this life to be. Again he prayed before he slept. Later that night he dreamed of himself in a cabin. At first this cabin was empty. Slowly it filled, first with a table, then a chair. The smell of coffee filled the room. A book then appeared on the table. The sound of birds could suddenly be heard outside. As the man stared out of the cabin, he could see the trees that surrounded him, and feel the warmth of the sun in the sky. As the man began to feel all the things that he saw, he woke. As the man woke, he questioned how what he saw was him. He did not recognize the book, or the table, or the cabin. He did not know of this place, or recognize the song the birds were singing. As the man questioned more, he began to realize, each piece of the dream was him. It was all him. Everything inside and outside of the cabin was him. The memory and feeling of all that he saw was him. The peace of the moment, and the frustration of trying to understand was all him.
Feeling as though he understood himself more, the man asked God that He show Himself as He truly was. He did not know what he would see, or whether he would be too frightened or not prepared to understand. He asked anyway. As the man lay there praying before bed, his vision disappeared. Everything became black. The ambient light of the room seemed to disappear. He could see nothing. He could hear nothing. It was as if everything around him had disappeared. As the man stared into nothingness, he saw a green light. It was in the distance. The man was baffled. He did not know if he was staring from inside a tunnel or staring into a light. As the man questioned, his sight and hearing returned.

The man was no closer to understanding. It did not deter him. Years later, the man would recall his dream about the cabin. He decided to ask God again if he could be shown his true self. He wanted to know what would happen when he would hopefully one day grow old and die. What would become of his soul, or his spirit? As the man sat there with his family, his sight began to fade. His hearing started to disappear. He could see nothing. He could hear nothing. Just as his surroundings began to fade, he saw a white light. It was not a single point. Instead it enveloped him. As he began to recognize this light, he no longer identified as “I”. His memories were there, but it was as if they were external to him. They existed, but not as a part of him. Fearing he would be lost, the man called himself back. Slowly he could see again, and slowly he could hear again.

Scared, but undeterred, and again in prayer, the man decided to ask God about the devil. He wondered again about the things he learned as a child. Later that night he dreamed. In his dream he saw the devil. He looked like a normal man. He did not have any horns or look like a monster. He looked like a normal man. As the man saw the devil, a white light shown upon the devil as he stood in a doorway. The devil could not move. It was as if the light has frozen him in his place. The man then asked the devil, “Why are you the way you are?” The devil responded, “I have forgotten. I forgot the love that created me.” In that moment, the man felt sorry for the devil. He realized that the devil was no different than him.

The man woke. In recalling his dream of the devil, he realized that he too had forgotten love. He realized that throughout time, the devil has been blamed for all the misdeeds of man. In seeing the devil he knew the error of his ways. In asking God to show him his true self, and to show him an angel, God and the devil as they truly were, he was asking the same thing.

Love is always there. It is everything and emanates from everything. When we forget, we become nothing. When we seek to separate ourselves, we again become nothing.


Closer to You

My experiences are my own. I would not trade one sleepless night.
My experiences are my own. They have led me to be who I am.
My experiences are my own. I could not imagine it any other way.
My experiences are my own. They have brought me closer to you.


Grasping Hand

You cannot grasp with your hands that which you do not understand. Like catching water with your fist, let it flow. Do not try to hold onto today. It is already tomorrow. Do not look to tomorrow. You are here.




In 2008 I had a vision during the invasion of Georgia by Russia. In it I saw an ambulance carrying wounded being attacked and destroyed by a rocket propelled grenade as a soldier attacked an ambulance. After seeing this, the next morning, I immediately searched the internet for any news I could find on such an event. I could find nothing, but till this day the image is clear as day as well as the emotion that came with it.

All these years I have shared this with only one other person. At the time I was weary of why I would see such a thing. Every day we are witnesses to events, many of them abhorrent and gruesome. But for those things that we see before us, we must act.

It is not enough to know that it is wrong in our heart. We are not only all witnesses to each other, but we are also caretakers. We see things everyday and we bite our tongues. We shake our heads in disgust. We tell ourselves that if it were us we would do different, and we can do different. We can be different by helping, by speaking up, by giving support and by doing a multitude of things other than just watching. We can communicate in order to understand our differences. We can help someone instead of judging them. We can aide those who suffer instead of watching them from the sidelines.

It doesn’t take much, because if we all do it, if we all cared just a little bit, we would remind ourselves that even in what seems like a chaotic world, everything will be okay. Humanity is not lost. It is just forgotten.


Gnashing of Teeth

We spend so much time making ourselves the best we can be at work that we forget to work on other parts of ourselves. We neglect our soul until it is almost too late. It is soul crushing to realize how much of our self is lost. It doesn’t have to be that way though. Some say there should be balance between the spiritual and material world, but if we understand our purpose and we understand our existence, there is no balancing game that will satisfy our spirit.

We are always compromising ourselves. Like the gnashing of food between our teeth we are destroyed and unrecognizable. As I write this I transposed the word “good” for “food” and that is so apt because when we neglect our soul the good in us is torn apart.

It’s so difficult to turn back, to return to who we were or who we thought we were. Maybe that is okay because who would want to return to a state of so-called balance that never really worked anyway. We must strive for better. We must strive to live as we were meant to live, with the betterment of all at the forefront instead of just the betterment ourselves in this material world for there is no substitution for nourishing our soul. Sooner or later it cries out and something must break.

How we respond afterward is what matters, and not always how we got there. It is in this realization that we must answer for our actions or inaction to our Beloved.


Arriving on Time

When we look for fault, it is fault we find. When we look for blame, it is blame we find. When we look for disappointment, it is disappointment we will find. We spend our time destroying , deconstructing and rebuilding only to repeat the process.

Everything is whole all of the time. It is how we decide to view the world around us that will dictate our happiness. We can see the incomplete and disjointed parts, or we can choose to see everything for what it is and when it is.

Nothing is late or too late, for when we concentrate on trying to get to the next destination, we miss the lesson. We miss the journey and the company. We are in a hurry to get to nowhere because we are already there.


Created with Love

We are created with love. It is a hope that we live a life full of love, and a pass from this life, loved for all that we were and will be.

Love is universal and all encompassing and yet it is feared. It is a misunderstood. Since the dawn of man’s existence, he has committed crimes against humanity in the name of love. Man has taken life, and has waged war all in the guise of love, but it is not the love of God, or the selfless love of another, that drives one to unconscionable acts. It is the love of greed, the love of ego, the love of self and of power, absolute, that drives one to warp and pervert the innocent.

Buried by pain, anguish and a perceived sense of loss, the thing we seem to fear the most, is what we need above all. We are loved and it is okay to remember. We are wanted and it is okay to smile. We are remembered and it is okay to laugh.


The Miracle We Seek

The miracle we want is not always the miracle we receive. Sometimes we get more, a lot more. If we are always looking for the one thing we think we missed, we miss out on everything else. We miss the prayers, support and compassion. We miss the open hearts, thoughts and smiles. We miss the breath of life and the joy of waking up. We miss the lessons learned.

Miracles are all about us. We give them different names sometimes calling it luck or coincidence We attribute it to happenstance, science or a myriad of other things. It doesn’t matter what we call it or even how we describe it.

What matters is how we choose to live life. What matters is how we continue to treat each others and how we treat ourselves.

Live with compassion. Be forgiving. Love. Heal.


Love is Like an Acorn

Acorns on the GroundLove is like an acorn. Many acorns drop to the ground from high up above. Some are buried. Some are taken by squirrels and other critters as sustenance. Others still fall onto infertile soil.

Every once in a while a great fire comes and ravages the entire forest. Nothing is quite the same. Charred tree tops and a blackened expanse are left in its wake. There is devastation. But under all that smoldering, and in the midst of all that seems hopeless, what was destructive has actually brought life and rejuvenation.

The fire in all its destruction has allowed some acorns to crack open and for seeds to be planted. And from these seeds, mighty oaks will grow. Into the sky like majestic reminders, they breathe life, and restore the beauty that was always there, the beauty that was never lost.

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