Giving in. You are unconditioned consciousness — that’s it. Therefore you are God. You know the felt illness of separation. You know destruction. Don’t. We all exist as light. Rays of atoms dancing. Densities.
Flying back home today: lovely Seattle, WA. ✌🏻
Can’t wait to fine tune my EP some more and release. 🎸
Check this pic I took in Scotland, of Linda McCartney’s secret garden.
Rest in silence.
You are in the Universe. Like a tree that stands in the forest, and the grass that rises for light.
You have your place in the Universe.
Create. Observe. Allow.
When I first wake, I like to rest on my back and inhale deep breaths. Slowly but surely, get that belly full of air. Exhale. Repeat as many times as you like!
Next, bring your awareness to the parts of your body: your hands, feet, entire body being supported by the bed etc. Notice the tingling sensation that arises in your hands and feet. Spreading consciousness throughout your body.
Then, allow the sounds around you to enter your awareness. Hear that wind? The cars in the distance? A bird or two? All appearances in awareness. Allow.
Have the best day, folks ✌🏻
Morning fellow awareness, awake aware soul!
Rest. In awareness. Move with the universe, slowly, observably. There is no rush. You are here. To Be. To be connected to your being. Inner body awareness. You are a part of the universe. Just as air moves, clouds shape, grass grows, leaves fall, flowers rise, the Sun burns. You are Here to Be. Just as All things Be.
God gave you a tool, the Mind. He gave it to all humans. The purpose of the mind is to create thoughts. That is all it does. Yes there may be good thoughts and bad thoughts, but who labels them good or bad? The thinker. Not the observer. Do not identify with thought, for you cannot know it. It is an illusion.
Instead, choose love. As all things are showing themselves to us all, lovingly. Excitedly. Flowing. We are all made of the same stuff. We are therefore all made of God stuff. This is the awakening to Purpose. Create. Observe. Rest. Allow.
TBFH
It sounds like a confession —
To Be F*ing Honest. And it is.
A truth said without flinch.
But there’s more:
The Boy From Helensburgh.
The one who watched the sky from grey rooftops,
who learned silence before sound,
who carries a past in his playing,
and a future in his fingers.
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