There is only now. Past and future are an illusion created by our mind. Our mind keeps dwelling on the mistakes of the past and worrying about POSSIBLE problems in the future. Stay centered in the now. The more centered in the now we become the higher we vibrate and the harder it becomes for negative circumstances to enter.
Stay in the now. Ask ourselves what we really need at this moment. Not a day from now. Not an hour from now. Not even a few minutes from now. And I have to admit even with all my future worries, every time I ask that question, I really don’t need anything.
So why keep worrying? Troublesome thoughts entered my mind a few days ago. But then I asked myself, “What do I really need now?” And I must be honest and say nothing. Troublesome thoughts entered my mind yesterday. But I again asked myself, “What do I need right now?” Again I needed nothing. Troublesome thoughts entered my mind today. But again I need nothing. Just a few minutes ago the troublesome thoughts arise again. But I concentrate on the now and ask myself, “What do I really need at this moment?” Again the answer is NOTHING! So will there every come a time when the answer will not be nothing?
And it makes you wonder if we live in a constant now with no past or present. Then everything we could ever need has to be with us right NOW. Not on its way because that would imply a time frame. Everything has to be here now. It has to be that we just don’t see how to get it. Because it must be there. It has to be.
Isn’t it amazing how so many of the things we need arrive at just the opportune moment. Almost like magic or a miracle. But it can’t be a miracle if it is already there. It just must be something in us has let us see what we need.
It’s like we endure an unnecessary struggle. Fighting because we believe in scarcity. When right in front of our eyes is a huge pot of gold. Perhaps it is because we just have to come to a point where we say, “Enough is, Enough! I’m sick of it and I’m not going to play this pointless, useless, unnecessary game anymore.” And when the game ends the world is ours!
Our world comes from within. Our thoughts, our feelings, our emotions all shape how we perceive the world.
Some experience an incredible amazing dream, some are experiencing a nightmare. Most are just there. Not even experiencing much, just living out each day the same as the day before. Not really living, kind of just existing.
So what makes the difference? How do we change how we perceive the world?
One word… Gratitude.
The more you are grateful the more you are going to have to be grateful for.
Most people do not know how to show Gratitude for the life they have been given.
They prefer to complain.
Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos into order, confusion into clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. – Melodie Beattie
Stop complaining and show gratitude and your world will change. Guaranteed!
Keep complaining, it may seem like a release in the moment, but you are only going to get more of the negative that is already coming to you. Guaranteed!
A hand needed for a time, emotionally abused the while.
Strength, an emotional support, hand to hold while struggles ensue.
Freedom reigns and the shadow is denied. What comes next?
Push aside the protective hand, the one that helped when falling.
Wanting to run wild, a caged bird, finally free. The trouble is
the water hole where bird was caught, bird is not ready to partake.
Learn the lesson, bird is not ready to fly. Vulnerable ignorance.
Bird’s saving grace may not be this fiftieth time. Hand tries to reason,
Shot down with anger misplaced, replaced one shadow for a different brand
Like voting on election day. Smear the truth. Shoved aside for a lie.
Something is wrong, perhaps the lesson is mine. Perhaps some birds just
Use you to shit on you and fly. Shrug, oh well, bird is bound to fall again
I learn my lessons the first time, have fun living a perpetual lie.
Clamped in hell, twisted by thoughts and wicked
words. How could she know that she is the fool?
True loves splendor passed over for want of shit.
Flush the toilet let it be done. lament not the loss
of shit. Or roll over and die for the excremental
purge. I must not care anymore. Oh, but I do.
Fear filled nothingness resonates around her
Lies lies and more lies, how could she know
the path two heaven has been five miles away
She needed a hero, a way to save herself, a champion of love…
and then a hero comes along, she sees inside that he is strong
with the strength to carry on. He led her to a state of mind
where she could gaze upon the stars, when they were yet
unborn. Fear of loss is the death of hope, even in this magical
tale. The one who gave her a glimpse of truth, she shoved aside
for a lie. She settled on a firefly, while shooting for the stars.
Heaven or Hell
Passing over and under, through
and throughout, energy is as energy
does. Everything is varied waves of
energy. Consciousness wasted by the
masses. Energy birthed, stored, forgotten.
Children are a glimpse of the consciousness
we lack, the moments before death are
the same. Careless wonders, the young
and old. Dying, most are, striving to exist,
to hold on to this foreign hell, this ego state.
Death is not the end, transformation is all;
nature’s release from this sigh of consciousness
“Dead” is not death, it is accepting what is.
A breath, a moment… that is all we are here.
To be dead is to be awake, to be truly
alive; forgetting the struggle in this ego
driven hell. Being one with energy en masse,
that is what heaven is; the awakened
state of being.