Knowing that we will all eventually be met with the same unavoidable end, I’d like to live in such a way that if the end came suddenly then I could go in peace, feeling complete with what I have done, how I have given and received love. Being honest with myself, I can see I have a long way to go before such peace is attained. Looks like I better get crackin’.
When the tethers of the predefined rendition of everyday, 3-D existence are momentarily loosened and my vision is freed, I can see that the ordinary everyday consciousness that we have leaves out more than it takes in.* And my prayer is: Reveal to me the truth that I may embody for the highest good of all beings. And I remember breathing is enough. So I breathe and my consciousness returns to the place I love to be, the reason I practice… the vast universe within.
Spirit: Time to get up and meditate. Mind: Nope. I wanna sleep in. Spirit: Time to get up and meditate. Mind (whining): But I wanna just be comfyyyyyyy. Spirit: Get up and meditate. Now. Body (silently) gets up, gets dressed, goes downstairs and meditates. Takeaway: Spirit always wins, thanks to discipline.
I have a daily relationship with Jesus, through prayer, meditation and contemplation. It wasn’t always this way. I was brought up to be scientific, skeptical, suspicious of anything the least bit religious, but through the twists and turns of life I ended up in church one day, heart broken open, shedding years of grief, tears cascading from my eyes. I sought through prayer and meditation conscious contact with God, and miracles began to take place in my life. I know that God works through me now, through my hands, my voice and my heart. I take an active role in my spiritual unfolding; I am not a spectator here. I know that my life will be full of hills and valleys, and I am ok with this, because I know my place with the one who watches over me always, guiding me back home to peace.