The Transparency of Now

We have entered a new transparency. Recognizing ego in its role as "perception", rather than identifying with it, we observe ego playing out as drama in others and most alarmingly, in ourselves, nearly instantly. This is making for some very interesting moments.

As the Seer, Awareness may lead us to believe we are the author of content or to allow the "I" to see beyond content to the fullness and perfection of the I AM, which is your true nature - translated, rather than the objects in the story, you are the spaciousness surrounding them as Pure Awareness. 

If you are still bound by "story", this newfound "power" can be used by ego to destroy as judgment calls forth angry words or by Love to heal what is appearing by just witnessing it without judgment. 

To ego, it appears we have a choice in all these matters, but the reality is, it all just IS.  All of Creation is complete.  No thought is required to further generate more Creation nor more or less story.  Past/Present/Future are not occurring simultaneously in the now, infinite possibility exists AS the Eternal Now.  As Ramesh Balsakar says, "It's already in the can."  What an amazing shift in perception when contemplated upon!

For those of you experiencing great losses in your individuated corner of the Universe, the consolation is that with every loss, an exquisite Gift awaits you, to be received when you are ready. But, it is not until the loss is let go of that the Gift can be received. 

Meet Vicki Woodyard, writer and author of "LIFE WITH A HOLE IN IT:  That’s How The Light Gets In".  I've been enjoying Vicki's heartfelt Notes on Facebook as she takes us along with her on her spiritual journey.  Vicki lost the love of her life recently, her husband of many years.  Despite the grief-filled tears of sorrow, Vicki manages to hold fast her gaze on the perfection in Life itself and to the Light she holds within.  My gratitude to Vicki for joining us under the Bodhi tree to share a slice of her Heaven on Earth.  ♥

False Hope by Vicki Woodyard

I woke up this morning after a nightmare, the third one in a row. Many of you sent me love last night. Thank you. Love has a way of pushing its way in through the ego’s defenses,  just as fear and negativity do. None of us are safe in our flimsy little structures of separation. We will be loved and hated no matter what we do.

As I said, I do not write for money. It is only my ego that wants my book to sell. I do not need donations; I really don’t. My ego tries to tell me that other writers get paid, why not me. Don’t listen to it, I say. Just keep writing. And I am choiceless in this matter.

I love getting comments, as all writers of Notes do. I especially like the honest ones; the ones where you say how human you are. For all of this neoadvaita crap is like eating piles of sugar with no salt. It has no savor. The savior arrives when we see this. “There is none good, no, not one.”

I wish you could see me. Sitting here in my black robe with its leopard collar. Furry slippers and my aging face. I ordered some Oil of Olay Definity from Amazon because I vowed to take better care of myself. I use Pond’s as a moisturizer. I wear no eye makeup and refuse to give up my bifocals. However,  I do need to get trifocals for the computer screen. Ah, the wonders of being 69, such a rude age to be :)

I am one powerful old broad, all things considered. I have bent remarkably but never broken. Never made it to the funny farm stage. There is such an overwhelming sense of loss with me that it gives my readers hope that they, too, can overcome anything. The tears behind these eyes are real. Lately I know my daughter is desperate to reassure me that she is always with me. 

What matters to me is these hints of heaven that are coming in through the grace of others. They are bent on helping me through this part of my life. A life that looks like one of increasing solitude; it is this I have chosen and therefore must embrace. For I have no interest in cultivating a social life. Never have, never will. I find myself the happiest when I am doing what I am doing now. Letting the light shine through fingers that know they are about their Father’s business.

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Vicki Woodyard is the author of "LIFE WITH A HOLE IN IT:  That’s How The Light Gets In."
Amazon.com Review:  “If you want to know what a warrior spirit is like, meet one in these
pages. Highly recommended.”   Purchase the book | e-book. 

Vicki’s blog is http://www.nondualitynow.com/. She posts new entries frequently.