Body as a process

Yesterday I mentioned that we can always treat pain as a teacher, to teach us a way to release ourselves from it; it's the body telling us something needs attention, and we need to find out.

Let me take it a bit further. Let's say that we hurt ourselves and that we have a little wound. One day, we take notice of the wound while sitting on the couch and, if we are attentive enough, we remember what caused the would, and hopefully we can learn something from it; we can use the wound as a teacher.

What if, the whole body is a wound? What if our higher self should stop at some point and realize what happened, and ponder that God is trying to tell us something when he gave us this body? The body is the means to tell our self how to go beyond itself. It's the karmic side-effect that will help us set ourselves free.

By noticing and being aware of the body, we are helping ourselves. The body is a temple and a process at the same time. We are in the body to heal ourselves, and to live the process through. Just think of the opportunities that arise! Just think of the God's love that is hiding >>in<< here. The body sacrifices itself, through time, to set us free. God sacrifices himself to let us get close to him.

Let's treat our body wisely, then.

There is the concept of initiation in religions. Getting baptised in the church, or getting diksha in mantra process. What if birth itself is an initiation? What if our body is the yantra of our own personal process? Contemplation on our form, and self rises out of the form (if we let our hearts open, of course).

Look around you at all the people you see every day, and consider for a moment that every single one of them is in a process similar to yours. Every single one has the undivided attention of God, through the manifestation of the body, and every single one is different, in just the right way.

Does that shift your perspective a little bit? Aren't you more likely to treat every person you meet like your brother, like a comrade stuck in the same boat you are?

God bless us all.

Pain

Pain. What IS pain, really? I am not only talking about physical pain, but the effects of pain that we feel inside.

I've made the mistake (and I'm sure lots of people) to think that pain is really torture. When we feel hurt (either physically, or emotionally), we can't stop thinking "how can I stop this?", "when is it going to be over?". At that moment, we feel so strongly the separation with the divine, and all we can ask is "oh God, HOW? WHEN?" But we are still all focused in the pain. We rarely get the courage to go outside ourselves and ask "Oh God, please help me get over this."

But we can view pain another way. It may be torture, yes, but it is also release. It is a warning. It is concentrated energy. It's the body telling us something is wrong. Sometimes we ignore it, and we keep on doing the same things that cause the pain. Sometimes we can start looking at pain as that warning sign that it is, and ask ourselves "what has caused this pain?" and try to backtrack to resolve it.

Everybody has a big heart; a huge heart in fact. A heart that is hidden behind mountains and mountains of pain. When is the time to let that heart out, let is consume the pain, and free itself? Why are we hiding our wonderful jewel behind all this dirt? We keep this jewel locked up as precious as it is, and lot letting it shine. Because the more we let it shine, the brighter it becomes, and it dismantles those mountains of pain.

Physical pain, emotion pain, they are similar. We can either choose to let the pain engulf us, or we can choose to open our hearts to it. Listen to the warnings that it represents, and face them. It's a growing experience.

As kids, we've all been put at ease from our parents when we got hurt. "Oh, where did you get hurt? Let me kiss it and it will be fine." But as grown-ups, we don't have that support anymore. We've been conditioned, though, since we were kids to _expect_ something external to heal us. We have becomes slaves of the duality of internal vs. external.

...And there is always time to reverse that. To become both the self, and the external world that protects us. It's time to "grow out of our skin", so to speak, and become something greater than ourselves. And the heart grows so effortlessly inside us, it's the only thing that can help us in those difficult times, the times of growth.

So, let our hearts lead us to expansion, to growing our experiences towards a different level. As kids we grew our body. As adults let's grow into higher dimensions, since that's the only way to help the body heal itself.

separation

It doesn't take a lot to recognize where there is a connection to the divine in someone's action. It's the feeling of awe, it's the feeling of not knowing how someone went from A to B, it's the feeling on genius behind someone's action.

We all know what it is. It is that little "something" that happens between action and inaction. That "something" that we can't place. We don't know what it is, we are grateful for it, and we don't know how to repeat.

Have you ever been in a state where you fail to make a connection, and then suddenly feel lost? You feel that separation from yourself, like you "lost your edge"?

Or you feel like you lost your "train of thought" at times?

What is it that make us keep or lose that connection? How can we get it back? What do we surrender in order to get it back? It's the give and take of action vs inaction, of thought vs action, of male vs female.

God is between every pair of opposites.
God is there where you don't know how to act, or what to think.
God is between male and female, and between female and male.
God is between order and disorder.
God is that creating force between the two opposites, that creates and fills the space between them.
God creates male and female, and connects them.

It's that separation between the opposites that brings them together. Because the perception of the opposite is done through that creating force we call God. Because God is neither male or female.

It just is ... perception ... experience ... life ...

Work/Life Balance

When it's a choice between working and spending time with family, what do you choose? Why?

When it's a choice between spending time getting tortured and pushing yourself at work, when you can spend time next to people that you love, and they love you, why do most people choose the first, instead of the latter? Why is it that we prefer pain to pleasure?

Is it fear? Fear thet we are not going to bring enough money into the family, and that we'll spend a miserable life not having the extra money, while in fact we are spending a miserable life trying to earn that money?

Is it escape? Escape from happiness thinking that we can't possibly deserve all this happiness, while we can spend time being miserable?

Or is it that we want to spend time helping people, or completing tasks that we think are going to help people, while there are people at home that we can help instead, that would be much happier and make our life much better?

I wonder.

Sacrifice

Every now and then, I get insomnia. Last night I couldn't sleep.

There are images and images flashing by in front of my eyes, several a second. Some are about things that I remember and know, and some other ones are totally unknown and new (or unknown and old). After a while, it gets boring, they don't let me go to sleep.

So, I ask them to please leave me alone, so I can sleep. But they are too busy with their own problems and issues to listen to me.

And I finally decide to sacrifice them. Sacrifice my bond to them, my connection to them, to the internal fire of life. Let them burn, so the self can live.

It's a sacrifice that I don't know if many people can relate to. I believe that for all the connections we have to things that we don't like, there is some deep reason that we voluntarily keep inside us. Fear is a prime example. We fear being alone. But whenever we ARE alone, we pay extra attention to it. It consumes us, BECAUSE we are afraid of it.

So, I try to sacrifice that connection. Tell myself that deep inside it's not mine, because the impeccable self has no connections like that. It's the self that I know I am, but fail to materialize.

And the night goes on, one sacrifice after the other, one tear after the next.

In the morning, I feel a bit different.

Or, do I?

Fear

We've all been afraid. Fear sometimes is so all-consuming that we don't even stop to find out why we are afraid, what are we afraid of, I mean, what are we *really* afraid of?

Yesterday I realized that many problems are routed to my fear or being along, fear or separation, fear or not being connected. But from what? From God, from Nature, and the natural mother-kid separation at birth that is causing the baby to inhale its first breath.

The realization that we are all connectd, that we are all part of the same Mother, that nurtures us, that takes care of us, is what is going to help us overcome that fear. If the Mother is with us, always, what are we afraid of? Instead of closing up and not knowing how to handle situations, we can overcome that fear, let Her accept us, and let Him guide us to act.

It's a powerful notion. A notion that is always there to help us, but hidden away.

Let's unlock it, and let Nature help us. We are part of it, after all.

Responsibility

I never understodd what it meant to be responsible for someone else's soul until today.

So far it felt that it was the same kind of responsibility that you've had for doing your homework, taking the trash out, and the like.

Now I know.

It means, not to be afraid. Not to be afraid to grab life by the horns and shake the living daylights out of it. Not to be afraid to not only experience your own life to the fullest, but also experience all the ups-and-downs of someone else's life. Take his experiences and his fears like your own, shake them all up, and deliver them ... healed.

It means to love. To love the other person like yourself. Healing comes from that open heart that is able to love without fear, without forders. To love without reservation and without limits.

It means respect. Respect the other person like yourself. Respect with unconditional love, and with the power that will make the other person heal, heal by opening their heard to you in return.

Bless you all.