The Universe Gives

The universe gives and gives. It gives to everyone. Whether we take all that the universe gives is our choice. All that we have health, happiness, wealth, family, hope, loss, gains everything we have is already available to us. What we get is directly related to how high our imaginary antenna is raised and how much light we are emmitting. We are like magnets. We attract to us whatever level we are emmitting our deep inner feelings. Do you ever wonder why when we are happy, why does it feel like our whole surrounding is happy, we meet happy people, we get lucky, we believe it's possible to do anything we set our minds to. On the other hand when you are sad or unhappy, even a sunny day feels gray; people pass you by, even bump you out of their way and you feel that the day will not come to an end. Do remember that these feelings are just that, feelings! They can be changed. There is a reason that the term "Fake it till you make it" is used. Any feeling you have it travels through your whole body. It affects your breath, your vision, your movement. I am sure at one point or another in your life you have had a feeling of anxiety or panic and you have felt shortness of breath. Anxiety makes your breathing labored, it impaires your vision and makes you feel weak. How do i know. I have felt itl; witnessed it and felt disabled at its effect. But as mentioned eariler, its a feeling and it can be changed.

Music That We Call Life

Dreams do come true
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Today I have been really excited, in fact the euphoric feeling began last night as I was visualizing how tonight is going to play out. My anticipation was so strong that I even dreamt of Krishna Das Ji, in his maroon tee shirt- plain, simple and vibrating with source energy. I saw that I was eagerly waiting to meet him and he ignored me. I was sad, and said to myself “This is what you get for putting your energy in meeting a celebrity.”
I woke up with this memory and remembering the dream as I stepped out of the shower and stood in front of the mirror – naked, vulnerable, surrendered within my skin pulsating with life and energy, as I was massaging olive oil into my face and telling my mom how excited I was for tonight’s concert I caught a glimpse of my eyes staring back at me. I felt like I was going to meet my lover.
I wanted to look my best, dress my best and be all prepared to meet. Whom? I thought about the excitement in my heart and just looking into my eyes in the mirror I found my heart heavy and I was sobbing, and I mean full blown sobbing; tears rushing – like a releasing of my trapped emotion, a flow from my heart of the sheer joy I was experiencing to see my best artists in performance tonight. I felt like I found something I never knew I possessed, like the first time I had an orgasm.
For no explainable reason, I was in peace. I was sobbing not because I missed someone or something, not because I got something I wanted so badly; it was nothing like that, I felt complete beyond words that can describe my feelings its only felt, and I didn’t even do anything to feel that, I was stark naked, standing in front of the mirror wearing nothing and doing nothing to create an identity, just plain, simple daily ritual of loving my self.
My heart was tender, peaceful, in the moment, without the constriction of the ego; I was in bliss, like I found a greater part of my self that is limitless part of the universe. My feelings were somewhere between excited or ecstatic and emotionally blissful. I was sobbing freely and quietly, like I found the meaning of my life in that moment, my purpose, my journey all seemed aligned with the source. Even now I feel connected with source energy.
When I look around, I see lost souls, I find the lifeless, purposeless hustle and bustle as people are moving around their eyes are dim, every now and then I rendezvous with a few people who have that glimmer in their eyes as I align with them, there is a twinkle in their eyes and a knowing smile like saying without words, I am connected with my source energy. I realize there is a source bigger than all of us and I belong to that source in this very moment.
Every day for the last 3 years I have asked myself this one simple question in many different ways, “Why am I here?” and almost every week I find a yearning within me that forces me to join my hands in prayer and ask the universe to show me the bliss that comes from knowing your true self without the ego coming in the middle because I hear its everlasting, not like the yearning for a lover’s touch, or the excitement of buying a new pair of shoes, clothes, or jewelry.
Believe me I have done all of the above, and felt the rush but it subsides and as the shoes and clothes, sit in the closet, the diploma hangs on the wall, and the SUV is parked in the driveway I begin the process of conquering again because I like feeling that I am going somewhere , that I am in control, that I am accomplishing, I am possessing material wealth and making a name for myself. I know the feelings because I have experienced it like an orgasm.
Today I realized I wanted a lifetime of that orgasmic feeling that like a explosion erupts from my third eye . I want a lifetime of that feeling-I go to sleep, wake up, and continue the cycle of my daily existence everyday- that the orgasmic bliss from this limitless, or rather abundant universe is always there within me not that I have to tap in but its there with me like the nose on my face, like my breath, my footing, its there because I am tuned in, tapped in , turned on like Abraham-Hicks says. I don’t want to have to find it through yoga or meditation.
Its there like my breath or heart beat- I want that kind of orgasmic bliss that great tantric practitioners have written about , which can be attained as a couple- but I want it for myself. I want it by myself. And I want it to last…a life time and beyond as I dissolve back into the energy source I came from.

How to Live a Simple Happy Life

1) Its most important to notice what is working. Most often we get caught up in the current reality and see what is not working. We forget to reflect on all the gains, successes, moments of joy, laughter, smiles.

to be continued

Desire for Greatness

To achieve a goal you have to believe that it is yours like you believe (insert your name here) is your name!

Seeing IMPOSSIBLE in a new light

Intention
Meditation
Passion
Opportunity
Simple
Sound
Idealism
Believe
Light
Enlightenment

Two Cheeks and a Lip- Smile

I always attempt to BE Here Now as Dr. Wayne Dyer states; and I attempt to live in the highest zone, where happiness is a given. With this in mind I smile. People say I have a beautiful smile and a beautiful set of teeth (thank you Papa for taking me on a monthly trip to the dentist while I was growing up), but I make a good faith effort to live every moment happily and always smile.



I think it is rather interetsting that I have to make a concsious decison to smile all the time. to smile when happy is no problem but to live in that highest zone of always being happy is a challenge. ( note the words I choose to use: attempt instead of try, challenge instead of difficult!

I Am

What is it that I want to write about? The ever-present truth, that loses meaning as time is devoted on the non-important elements of life that sustain the ego and rob the mind, heart and body of the nutrition that is vital for sustenance.
Who is this person that holds the pen and claims to know more than the others or claims to know more on the subject, to be an authority on the subject?
Who is this person that says “I write?”
I just want to write; to let words flow across the paper like a minute spark of coal spreads quickly and devours the entire forest; I want to devour the paper that is empty.
Is it a mere illusion?
Is the paper really empty? What do I write? My thoughts flying through my mind, like clouds in the sky. I AM NOT MY THOUGHTS!
Whose words are flowing through me as my pen forms shapes that are words?
From the formless depth of my being, I write about nothing, about being nothing, and about going back into nothingness.
What I call this form my body, is temporary. What I call my beauty is temporary. I use every technique available to a woman in this day and age to make my outer body presentable; palatable. But who knows what is this storm rising inside me?
Who sees the ugliness that is my negative thoughts that try to become the host of my body? Nobody. Who sees the beauty that is my inner peace that sits quietly inside me when the outside weather is cloudy?
The storm inside swells and seeps into my action.
Who is this who controls my thoughts?
Aren’t thoughts just visitors? Then why do we let them become the hosts. Who gives them the key to prolong their stay? Aren’t visitors called exactly that, “visitors,” because their stay is temporary? So are we visitors in this temporary world. Then why visitors host other visitors in a house that is not their own?
I want to continue writing; to end this gibberish but I let go. Someone else is writing, and she is mad; she wants to write, and write, and write and write; and let it all out in open so in the end what is left is the nectar; an ounce of truth that is my soul; bare, and vulnerable. Awakened. Like a new born.
But why am I in rush?