Rocking Change Is In The Air

Members of the Best Party, Iceland

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And Reykjavik’s new mayor, the comedian and actor, Jon Gnarr

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Upon hearing the braking news in November 2008, that Iceland’s economy had collapsed and melted into nothing, my first reaction was a single thought: this is good. This is good for a darn good reason and something amazing will come of it! 

At the core of my being this thought kept circling within me as I followed the outrage, the anger, and the ever increasing frustration of my fellow country people, reaching its peak in April 2010 by the release of the official 6000 page long documentation that revealed black on white, who, how, when and where the money got hovered out of the system, out of the country, and into the pockets of a few crooks, right down to the last penny. 

They’d left nothing behind but devastation, burnt out land, broken hearts, and destroyed dreams. They’d made the impossible possible; they’d brought a whole country down to its knees, a country that was ranking number four on the list of the richest countries on this planet. In a systematic ruthless manner they’d tracked down every elderly citizen urging them to hand over their money, their pension, regardless how little it was, so that they could take care of it.

They used every means and every method they could possibly think of to satisfy the madness of their own greed, and when faced with the charges, the black and white proof of their barbaric actions, none was big enough to show shame or regret, and the few who did, didn’t express it from the heart, and that was worse than if they’d kept quiet; it made us look away in shame. 

I’ve always felt proud how the Icelanders fought for and finally gained independency without a drop of blood ever being shed for the cause. They used ink and paper to demand their rights and celebrated independency on June 17, 1944. And they’re doing it again; they’re fighting for their cause and for freedom from the madness with humor.

Feeling sick to the stomach by witnessing how too many politicians were involved in the financial scandal, and the inability of those politicians to take on responsibility for their actions, Reykjavik’s creative’s, intellectuals, musicians, writers, and artists formed the political party The Best Party, and won last weeks municipal elections.

The whole thing was initially a joke or an outlet for the anger and frustration that had been building up amongst the people toward politics – and for anyone interested, there is quite an amusing article on the Best Party under this link

www.irishtimes.com

- but what fascinates me, what I find incredible about this story, is the fact that we are beginning to no longer tolerate corruption.

I’m not a dreamer, I know the victory of the Best Party isn’t going to change the world over night, but to me it does mark the beginning of the collapse of ancient-old rigid structures and that this process is now rolling forward regardless of our involvement, because our involvement was our cry for it and that cry has now caused for it to roll.

We are waking up and as painful and agonizing the process of awakening is, all I can say is, everything’s going to be all right. I don’t look upon the unquestioningly devastating oil spills in the Gulf of Mexico as an unquestionable sign that we’ve finally lost it, but rather that this terrible happening causing a widespread extinct of wild life in the area, is helping us to awaken. And the same goes for all those involved in Iceland’s financial meltdown; I don’t blame them, I don’t point my fingers at them in anger; I recognize too clearly the real role they play in enabling us to wake up to our senses. 

Our thought processes, our ideas, our systems, and our ideas about the system, are all going to come crumbling down, just as it does with any individual walking the path of awakening, and it is painful.

But it doesn’t kill. It is an unavoidable part of the process and the ones who don’t fight it will certainly experience it as less painful than those resisting it.

And that’s a choice anyone can make.

Reflecting

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It seems it is possible to reach the point of no return; I am sitting right on it and even if I wished to wipe out all that has shaped me into being who I now am, it would be impossible.

I have gone too far, have asked too many questions whose answers revealed too much about who I really am, and now I must live with the consequences, live with the knowledge that all pain and frustration I still encounter is because I still hold on to drama and that drama is my own creation and ceases to exist the moment I release it.

From here on there is nothing else to do but breath; the search is over, there is no separation between God and I, there is no duality, there is nothing to solve, and all that remains – if I so choose – is to release my thoughts and ideas as soon as they appear on the surface and breathe in the ever expanding vastness of who I Am.

There is nothing spectacular about this experience, nothing pompous, nothing victorious, and the only emotion that accompanies it is the sweet melancholy of saying goodbye to my ancient old ideas of Life being limited. But other than that the experience is completely peaceful and strangely familiar and its freedom is utterly simple. In fact it is so simple that I hardly dare writing about it as within me there still is a voice outraged at my boldness to look Life this straight in the eye.

But that too is only drama and I can – if I so choose – also let go of this idea that I am less than who I Am. I Am no more and no less than Life itself and Life is all that there is, all included. It contains all my ideas, all my experiences, all my beliefs and also my ability to merge with all that there is. It is neither a myth, nor is it reserved for a few chosen ones to experience the limitlessness of their being; it is for all who choose it and it can be realised.

The great mystic, Meister Eckhart said, When I stood in my first cause, I ‘then had no ‘God,’ and then I was my own cause. I wanted nothing, I longed for nothing, for I was empty Being and the only truth in which I rejoiced was in the knowledge of my Self. Then it was my Self I wanted and nothing else. What I wanted I was, and what I was I wanted and so I stood empty of God and every thing.

Each time I read this whilst allowing myself to go beyond my mind, beyond my ideas, beyond the past and future, yes even beyond my dreams and desires, needs and wants, something within me expands beyond my apprehension and I am filled with the indescribable.

Thus, talking about it, explaining it to others or to myself can never fully reveal the experience, and yet I do try and phrase it in words and that too is all right. It is all part of the experience and the experience is never right or wrong, it simply is what it is in each present instant… a Now which always and without end is itself new. 

No, I can not yet fly and no I can not transform dust into gold or manifest instantly, but I do feel lighter, bolder, larger, and more capable to handle the difficulties of life because I have found a way to release my pain and frustration via my breath.

Detachment is next on my self-created agenda and now that I have experienced how freeing it is to let go of one idea after the other I no longer fear detachment so much. I no longer belief that if I let go of my need to have Life appear as I wish for It to be, my life will become empty and dull and meaningless, for the contrary is the case; the more I let go, the more I receive. But that gain is an implication, a by-product of granting what is complete existence without judging it or wishing it were something else.

My idea of enlightenment has changed. It no longer is an idea of an airy-fairy existence; it is living midst in Life without being attached to any thing that Life reveals. In short, enlightenment is something very normal, almost absurdidly so, for it is realising that I Am that which I have always sought for.

Update

 

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There is so much I could have written about in the recent weeks, but my inner system has been closed down for maintenance; its been updating itself. Or so it seems.

I could have written long essays about the awakening process the Icelandic nation now undergoes; I was there when the 6000 page long report on ‘what and who caused for the financial meltdown in Iceland’, was released. It is a historical document revealing how greed, moral blindness and collective hypnosis can bring a whole nation down to its knees, but it also bears the seed of awakening. And the Icelanders are waking up, as is the rest of the world, albeit that is sometimes hard to notice!

I could have also written long essays about the volcanic eruption, for again I was there and experienced first hand the energies released in this earthly phenomena that continues to effect air traffic here in Europe; I needed 22 hours for a trip normally taking 3 1/2 hours, to return back to Europe’s mainland…

I could have further written long essays about how it is to spend a longer period ‘back home’ after 20 years of living abroad, and that would perhaps have been the most interesting subject for me personally to tackle, but there is no longing within me anymore to analyze things.  

And that of course is ‘lethal’ for anyone trying to keep a blogsite up to date.

Unless it isn’t…

Unless it is possible to capture in words that which no longer appears in the mental, but rises strong and clear out from the silence within.

I‘ve been toning a lot recently for toning brings me in direct contact with my Self and slowly my mind is adjusting to the fact that it is a tool, a wonderful tool, but nothing more than a tool; the wisdom appears from elsewhere.  And the mind’s need for drama, for chatting, for judging, and categorizing, is getting less and less and less.  

I’ve been allowing, I’ve been receiving, I’ve ben surrendering, I’ve been silencing the exhausted mind, and I’ve been stepping into my inherent creative powers, and I am glad, I am overjoyed to realize that the journey has been worthwhile; that there is something beyond my mental perception of things as they appear before me:

That there is the I AM. And that I Am that I Am. 

And with that, the show continues ,-)

Delusion vs. Reality

 

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Since a few weeks I have been deeply contemplating upon reality and what is truly real and what not in my experience. I’ve been experimenting with things such as refusing to believe that a reoccurring pain in my back is real and to my amazement the pain vanished completely upon focusing with all my might upon my perfect heath and well being. “It is perfect” has been a phrase I often have used during my daily tasks when confronted with difficulties or so called problems, and somehow I occasionally find myself in a space of complete harmony where things seem to solve themselves on their own.

It is clear to me that the only thing which hinders me in remaining in this space continuously, is my resistance of believing and knowing that things are absolutely perfect just as they are, for when I accept that, they become it.

An incident two nights ago showed me clearly how real my delusions appear, and as much as this revelation has made me determent to continue on this path into the unknown, it also has revealed to me that I am up against Goliath; my own vivid imagination:

I currently reside in a two storey house in the middle of Reykjavik. The house is built into a hillside, so one enters directly the upper floor from the street, whereas the ‘basement’ – in which I live – has direct access into the garden. I am the only one living in the house but during the daytime students from the Acting and Film Academy use the upper floor for rehearsals.

Two nights ago a heavy storm rages over the capital – which did not bother me as I am known to sleep through most things – but this time I am awakened around 4am by the most frightful noise; there is someone on the upper floor smashing the place to pieces. I hear glass being broken, furniture being banged around, and heavy footsteps on the wooden floorboards. A couple of times the entry door is flung open and shut again angrily, and then more glass brakes, and more furniture is moved around, and then someone begins to hammer heavily about.

It is clear to me that the person ravaging over my head is no regular burglar but someone gone totally crazy and most likely doped out of his mind. It is also clear to me that under no circumstances am I willing to confront this maniac and decide to call the police for the first time in my life, and then to escape via the garden.

I call the police, put on my heavy boots, rehears a few karate steps that I used to practice a few years ago, grab my laptop and head for the terrace door dressed in my white Indian pyjamas, only to find out that the lunatic has now entered the garden and is now frantically running across my only escape route.

Even though I have not yet gone hysterical I am more afraid than I have ever been, but I am glad to notice that I still am able to think straight; I wait till the madman has disappeared from the garden and then run for my life.

As I whiz past the house which adjoins the house I live in and in which the owner of ‘my’ house resides, I discover the ‘madman’ in a brightly lit garden shed, dressed also in pyjamas with his hair raised wildly to the heavens above and hammer in hand, and in that very instance everything becomes crystal clear to me; he, the owner of the house, a well known Icelandic actor, a big figure both in statue and character, is fixing a window which broke in the storm…

3 policemen arrive a few moments later and are kind enough to pet me gently on the shoulder as I tell them of my delusion with my heart still pounding wildly in my breast. They get out of the car and in a relaxed manner address the actor by name – who by now is again hammering around the broken window – asking if he needs assistance…

Oh gosh oh golly…. the embarrassment of it all!

However, my fear was real and I did not overreact; I live alone in this house and students are not supposed to be here in the middle of the night. Therefore my assumptions were somewhat logical, but that doesn’t change the fact that the reality was totally different to what I thought that is was.  

As I was putting on my heavy boots preparing to fight whatever might come I remember thinking I should rather calm myself and try and rise above the vibration that was threatening me in this very moment – but fear leaves no room for real practical methods unless one has deeply ingrained these in ones being.

I know it is possible to change all and any situation instantly by merely resisting not the situation. Even situations that are a real threat. But that requires disregarding all concepts of duality – a thing I am only just beginning to practice, yet eagerly so as I lately have been able to change things, small things, things that are ‘problematic’, by simply focusing upon and accepting the wholeness of that thing.

I love this recent experience. It has revealed so much about myself, my fears, my delusions, and also about the grandest version of the greatest vision ever I held about who I Am. 

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On a more ‘normal’ note; a beautiful new mountain has been born in the latest volcanic eruption here in Iceland (see image above).

Bienvenu!

Trying Out Jesus’ Tricks

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I Am well. And deeply grateful.

Not that I was feeling depressed before, I was merely tired of my old ways and so ready for a completely new experience. And as I didn’t seem able to create these with my old means I decided to try something I’d never tried before; to consciously stop trying. In short, I began giving up the struggle, the planning, the analyzing, the hoping, the worrying, the living in the future and the past. I also gave up trying to write anything on these very pages.

As the weeks passed my whole being slowly began to relax and the more I relax the less resistant I am and the less resistant I am the more am I able to expand and the more I expand the more do I understand and the more I understand the better can I apply what I understand, and consequently my life flows smoother…

I began reading Baird T. Spalding’s work again – possibly for the 3^rd time this year – and am yet again amazed at the profound wisdom shared in these six small volumes titled “Life And Teaching Of The Masters Of The Far East”. As with all works that contain great wisdom, it often is as if we’re reading them for the first time even though we’ve waded through the pages many times before, no?

In volume 4 much is revealed about the man Jesus and his ways and as I was feeling very relaxed and not expecting any certain outcomes, I decided to try a few of this great man’s tricks. The one which fascinated me the most was to completely ignore the idea of imperfection and to replace it immediately with the idea of perfection. Or as it says in volume 4,

“There is nothing relative in Being, all is complete, all is perfect, and the true practitioner identifies himself with reality and does not deal with delusion. Let go of the opposites altogether and put in their place the perfection. We find that Jesus did not in any instance treat with the opposites. He put into the place of both the opposites the true perfection. His great statement was perfection always and that perfection was always established unto Him”.

It further says, “GOD IS and, because God is, I AM. Because God is life, I am life. Because God is power, I am power. Because God is all substance, I am substance, et cetera”

The logic of this suddenly seems so obvious to me and thus I began experimenting with it and discovered that it actually works. It works quietly and elegantly and without force or any other input from my behalf other than to accept that it is so.

No, I have not yet walked across the big waves of the Atlantic Ocean that surrounds me now, but I feel good and I Am experiencing brand new things such as peace of heart and mind in challenging situations, and I am not afraid, and I can release stuck energy, and I am able to allow things to come to me, and they do. They truly do. But what I cherish most of all is the increased Joy I feel for the process; it is fun, and also very, very beautiful.

And relaxed…

Namaste :)

Short Note

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Reykjavík, February 2010

I am having major difficulties writing something, anything, here on these pages. There simply is too much I could write about and then again there is too much which at the end of the day doesn’t seem to matter. I am going through a strange phase :-)

However, I like to send a quick note to the kind souls who have greatly inspired me with their own posts and lovingly supportive me with their comments; Michael J and Steven Goodheart – I just wanted to say I’m fine and am following your writings silently in between my leisurely busy schedule attending my new job, meeting friends and family, and enjoying being ‘back home’ for a while; it is wonderful to spend some quality time back here in Iceland. The weather is splendid with hardly any wind, no snow, and the light is breathtaking.

It is both wonderful and strange to be midst in drama whilst not getting too involved; the brake-down of the economy here is of course on every one’s minds and lips, and also my own lack of plans for the future keep me somewhat occupied, but truth be told, it all doesn’t matter to me that much. I am in some kind of a limbo and am experimenting with surrender in a totally new way: going beyond my mind and reducing my thoughts as much as possible ,-)

And that is quite something! I now realise I never before understood what it takes to truly surrender, and even though I don’t pretend to entirely know it now I sense that it is very different to what I previously thought it was. Of course. Because true surrender is not to be understood; true surrender is a state of being. Or so it seems.

When I think about surrender – my own surrender – it sometimes appears as a state where I have given up, but when I consider the amount of courage it takes to reach it, it proves to be quite the opposite. It takes an enormous amount of courage to stop living life in a linear fashion filled with plans and goals for the future and be completely satisfied in the moment just as it is.

I am only able to play with this because I have grown so very tired and worn from planning and trying to reach goals I never seem able to reach. And that is a blessing. My ‘failures’ are a blessing – for I never would have gone as far out onto the edge as I have gone now.

And even though my heart still trembles and shakes at times, I know this is the jump I’ve longed to make all of my life. And I am so close. So very close of letting go.

And also so very close to knowing that the very yearning for that jump and for that final surrender, is only my mind prolonging the realisation that I Am, and always have been free and surrendered. I have never been trapped, neither within myself nor in anything else, and the edge I believe to be standing at and still desperately cling to, is merely an image created in my mind.

Remarkable really.

Happy greetings and best wishes,

Snædís

Responsibility

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O’er the door of the sacred Temple

They sit in their wisdom the three – -

The little deaf Monkey,

The little dumb Monkey,

The Monkey who will not see;

With their eyes shut to evil,

Ears that hear only the right,

Lips that are dumb to scandal,

They sit in their silent might.

I seat myself next to the three monkeys and breathe in the peace emanating from their wisdom and from ‘behind the short wall’ am I able to open up my heart and let my love flow to the Haitian people.

As the world is faced with yet another catastrophe on a scale I cannot even begin to fathom, I close my eyes and pray from deep within that we soon may come to grasp who we really are, but in moments like these it seems we are so far from understanding and accepting our responsibilities that go hand in hand with being Human.

People cry out asking why God has allowed for this to happen, and some like the kind of Mr. Pat Robertson go as far as to “attribute the earthquake to Haiti’s pact to the devil”. Our lostness is devastating and I wonder how much pain we can still take before we are willing to try and understand that there neither is a God nor a Devil inflicting all those miseries upon us. And the miseries will continue in one form or another till we’ve had enough and till we seek the answers and the solutions from within.

Midst in an era when travelling into space has become normality we are still slaves to our old fashioned ideas about God and the Devil.  It is devastating to see how we act like Gods when it pleases us and how we become victims of an uncontrollable vengeful God when the going gets tough. In neither case do we consider the role we play in all of our experiences. To think that our exploitive relentless and greedy behaviours have no impact upon our lives is not only ignorant but highly dangerous. And yet we continue to shape our lives as if there was no tomorrow because we don’t want to accept responsibility, our responsibility of being Human, for Ye (We) Are Gods.

Why all these poor people never get a decent and acceptable answer from God to the question how God could allow for such pain and sorrow, is because there is no God apart from ourselves. We must answer the question how and why we allow for such pain and sorrow to occur. Life in the oceans is at threat because of plastics we have produced and poured into it, orphans and crippled humans live in pain and poverty because of wars we initiated and fought, our planet is beginning to suffocate because of all the forests we have cut down, our financial system is ruined because of the greed we have acted out, and things are occurring to our planet because of the fear based energy we continue to emanate.

No God has ever told us to behave in the ways we do, and yet we blame a God for our creations. How utterly hopeless are our ways…

If we wish to conserve our current form here on planet earth we need to wake up and accept our responsibility. Our current times are in dire need that more than a handful contemplate the deeper meaning of life withdrawn in solitude on a mountain top, and begin to understand that we cannot go on living purely from our minds. Our existence depends on that we begin to open up to our hearts and explore the vast information stored there, information that will lead us out from all this mess we have created both in our private and collective lives.

Occasionally I wish to go out on the streets and scream, wake up, get out of your mind-blocks! But I don’t for I would only be yelling at myself. I too get sucked back into our stone-age-like-thinking-patterns believing I am a victim, forgetting that I am a creator. It is tough remaining steadfast in the heart when surrounded by massive brainwaves. And our minds will not solve our problems. It was not designed for that task.

All is well in all of creation, and I know that.

And yet I feel we could at least try to save ourselves from physical destruction. And we haven’t even tried. It is only by taking full responsibility for all of our creations that we embark upon the path leading into a new world, and I hardly know anyone who’s gone that far out onto the edge. Taking full responsibility is not for the faint of hearts.

Now, some may be wondering if I truly am suggesting that we have anything to do with the terrible scenery from Haiti and all I suggest is that we ponder the possibility that we have a say in everything that occurs…

But I suggest not to ponder it from the mind; the mind will say No! The heart will reveal How.

And what then?

Once the earth was flat and those who sailed around it were cursed for having closed “a pact with the devil”. I sometimes wonder if we have evolved at all…

With all my Love to the Haitian people who before had close to nothing and now have nothing at all.

My Mind

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Since a few days I’ve indulged in a self imposed feeling-exercise; I pause for a moment in my daily tasks as often as I remember, then remove all my thoughts and ask myself what am I really feeling? I particularly do this in moments when I believe to be strongly feeling something, like anger, frustration, fear, anxiety, joy, or happiness.

The unexpected results almost shock me; without my thoughts I am not at all feeling anger, frustration, fear, anxiety, joy or happiness! Upon removing my thoughts I feel nothing at all except a neutral empty space that is neither warm nor cold, good or bad, albeit peaceful, without tension or longing.

Now, this completely throws me off track, for I am beginning to see that my incredibly clever mind has all this time been fooling me to believe that I was feeling something particular, and all the while I was thinking to be feeling something. It are my thoughts that trigger off a feeling, and when these thoughts are put to the side, the feeling they produce cease to exist.

Since the subject ‘how we create our reality’ has always fascinated me I have read a lot about it and regardless what I stumble upon it always says, it are our feelings that shape and dictate our experiences. And so I’ve been practicing to feel into what I wish to experience – but these feelings have always been born in my mind; I think of what I wish to experience and then try and feel into it.

And that is a mind thing! And it exhausts me. And I now am beginning to understand why, even though I cannot yet phrase it properly.

But I feel there is a fundamental difference between thinking my way into a feeling and breathing my way into a feeling. The mind always puts a limit onto everything; if I begin to visualise the sea, my mind immediately jumps in with detailed questions and wants them answered on the spot: How did I get there? What am I doing? How long am I staying? When will I be leaving? How will I be leaving? Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, which defeat the whole purpose of the exercise to simply enjoy the experience.

My mind is incapable to experience the experience simply for the sake of the experience, but my heart can. And now I want to see if I can reverse the process; to allow my heart to inspire my mind to think the thoughts my heart likes to think, rather than my mind inspiring my heart to feel what my mind wants to feel.

I have been a slave to my mind, and my mind has gone so far as to convince me that I am more of a feeling-person than a mind-person, but that image of myself also is a product of my mind. I am not angry with it, I don’t even blame it, for it knows not what it does and believes that if it no longer dictates everything in my experience it will go out of existence. But it wont. I still need my mind and love it for all its abilities, yet this game is drawing nearer to an end; my mind is now having to adjust to the idea of serving me rather than I it.

The mind is so cunning but also unbelievably limited. It is able to set goals but it is unable to create visions because visions are too broad and not yet experienced. The mind can only handle things it already has experienced and therefore always tries to solve things the way it knows, which is why I do the same mistakes over and over again, and experience the same situations regardless of my efforts to get out of them.

If I wish to change any of those experiences I must begin listening to the infinite wisdom of my heart that patiently waits for me to tap into it. I do this in meditation, but I don’t do this during the day.

And so I move out of my way, move out of my mind for a moment, and begin to breath a mindless breath, focusing upon my heart, with no agenda and no expectations, but knowing that I am embarking upon a new journey, the journey and the way I’ve sought for all of my life.

And it feels good.

… and also safe, for it has been said, “Live true in the present moment and the future must be what the present has been”. Living life from my heart makes me feel safe on all levels and from there, there truly is no fear of what the future may hold. 

Amazing…

God

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A few weeks ago a dear friend of mine paid me a visit and we sat for hours talking into the night. Somewhere along the conversation God became the subject and my friend declared that she thought everyone who believed in God were naïve and narrow minded, as to her believing in God as ‘an entity out there’ is as silly as believing in Father Christmas. She further declared that people constantly seeking for God did not live in the present moment and thus did not live life to the full. And as I simply sat there listening to her without contradicting she continued revealing her idea of death and that when we die we cease to exist for the simple reason “that there is not enough space out there for all of the millions and millions of souls who’ve already birthed onto this planet”.

My personal view of life and death and God for that matter, is very different to the one my dear and respectable friend holds, which of course is perfectly normal and all right, but ever since this conversation, I have – just for the heck of it – playfully tried to adapt to her ideas and to my surprise discovered that they are too tight; it is as if I must squeeze myself through a needle hole. And that is when I realized just how much I have changed.

As a result I began pondering the various images I have held about God; as a child God was a being somewhere up in the heavens; as a teenager God evaporated into thin air and ceased to exist; during my early adult years God appeared again, yet as an energy separate from myself; today God is formless consciousness without which I wouldn’t be able to lift my little finger; and God only knows which form my tomorrows God may take; my today’s God simply is Life and Life is constantly changing…

I tend to agree with my friend that seeking God outside ourselves is perhaps not where we eventually will find God but on the other hand it seems a natural instinct as there obviously are many humans who feel that there is more to life than meets the eye. And thus many begin their search in the outer. I did too.

When God however is found within there no longer is any doubt that God exists and at the same time it becomes an impossible task to communicate this knowingness to another. There opens up a whole new universe so unique to each and every one which words simply cannot portray as it is not to be grasped by the rational mind.

It may well be true that whilst seeking God in the outer we miss out on life, but I am yet to experience life more intensively as when breathing in awareness of God within; it is a timeless, formless, boundless, thoughtless experience of limitless Love and once experienced one always wants more. One wants it again and again for one has been bitten, one has become addicted to this lightness of being not attainable through anything else but the awareness of God pulsating through ones veins.

A near death experience has convinced thousands of people that our being does not cease to exist after we leave our human form. Yet, I need not ‘nearly die’ in order to know this. By going within, by entering that which is possible to enter whilst remaining in the body, reveals to me a world not dependant upon matter as we know it. I there am shown that matter is simply energy vibrating at a slow speed, and once ‘dissolved’ it returns to its original form making the object invisible to the human eye. It seems very simple physics. But I’ll leave it for the scientists to prove that this is so.

As to the idea of there not being enough space for all the millions of souls after death, I don’t really know how to ponder that option in words as that idea seems too limiting. I quite frankly cannot imagine ever going out of existence and as vast as our solar system may appear from where we now stand it seems in my experience no larger than a corn of sand. I also cannot imagine at this current moment that I’ll take up space after I leave my human body, no more than my consciousness takes up space right now.

Whilst sitting there listening to my dear friend’s ideas, a comment often stated by another dear friend remained calm within my heart; we are all making this up as we go along.

I truly think he is right. And that is why I feel no need in my heart to convince anyone to try out my makeup. It seems that would defeat the whole purpose of life; to make it all up as we go along…

Happy Happy New Year!

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Oh dear world, how I wish you a Happy New Year with much inspired sanity, expanded love, wisdom, kindness, prosperity, and joy…

Make it a great year! 

With Love,

Snædís