The Working of Your Unconscious Mind

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Like an iceberg, most of what you are is submerged below the surface.

If you look closer through a clear mirror you will see.

I gaze through the crystal blue lake and see the massive ice chunk under the blue.

If you look only at the surface you will never see the beauty of the inner world.

Under the sea, deep in a cavern below is where exotic creature live.

In the unconscious mind, which is summered inside of you houses the mysteries of the world. Like taking an expedition through the many layers of the earth. To reveal the core. The hot molten lava, churning. A fire burns inside of you like a hunger. You feed it many things, but not what it really wants. This unconscious mind wants you to discover its secrets. Take a look and see the brilliance. Like looking at the night sky. Millions of tiny stars twinkle. All universes onto themselves. You are a micro of the great universe. Stop acting small. Understand every thought, deed and word is held in the unconscious, even the events of the world, which is a collective unconscious. Split apart the large mountain into tiny rocks, look at them under a microscope to determine what they are. You have power to remake your life and the world.

Inquiry

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The Inquiry
An Inquiry into the place where the Ego is absent and Life moves as a Graceful Dance!

The mind is afraid because it holds onto concepts and feelings inside a limited concept of the personal self. It passes judgement, lives in fear, languishes in anger, hopelessness and despair.

To merge with the great ocean of life would be a dissolution of the false sense of self. So the Ego clings, holds onto what isn’t real, like sand running through your fingers, there’s nothing to hold onto so anxiety and fear take hold.

I know it’s the familiar and what’s known.
But an inquiry into the Nature of the present is like watching the tide ebb and flow, merging with the present is like disappearing into the vast deep ocean.

You are as the substance of the ocean, able to swim in the deep, able to flow with the waves and Be as a drop of water that joins with the Sea.

Understanding

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Understanding: A Spiritual Practice

The effortless way, by way of the heart
How to transcend your conditioning.

People generally believe that the way they view the world is the correct way to see.

With awareness you come to understand that each religion, each personal view shows us something else and from different angles so that our development and our understanding becomes Universal.

On the Spiritual Retreat you are guided in a way to let go of the need to be right and the self- righteous mindset of the Ego.

You become aware of the unchanging nature of the self and experience a boundless freedom. Independent of what is going on around you.

You are in the center watching as molecules hover, you stay centered with the knowledge that you are the observer.

As the inner world become grounded, you see from the perspective that we are all the same, wanting life and happiness.

Self-Inquiry

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Inquiring into the Nature of my being
and the nature of “God”.
One single thing.

I wake to the sounds of the dog
Scratching at the bars of his cage.

For a moment
I lie in darkness
Tiny lights flicker from a statue.
So I can see.

What time is it?
I always wonder
Feeling better if I’ve slept
A full night.

No, it’s three in the morning.

Before I get out of bed
I slink back into myself
Like a turtle back into his shell.

Thoughts flood my mind
Like the moonlight
On a dark starless night.

I’m everything.
The words come from a place
Deep inside of me.

I’m Oprah, Obama,
Dr King,
Daishiki,
Even Trump.
These thoughts lay gently within me.

Into the arena of Inquiry
I ascend.

A search for the truth
As it appears to me,
Raw and naked
Open and unashamed.

This life is one single thing,
Expressed as everything.

The left and the right of my brain merge into a whole.
I see God at work in everything.

I open my eyes
Wake from the hypnosis and conditioning
Let the dog out of his cage.

We step into the crisp morning air
So we both can feel a sense of relief.

Self Aware

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SELF AWARE

I’m not this body
These thoughts
This skin.

I’m not what you call me
Or think of me.

I’m not your property
Do not belong to the State.

Then who am
I
What
Am
I?

I am.
I observe.

Like watching a movie on the screen.
For a moment,
I’m enthralled,
Think I am the actor
Experiencing the scene.

When the movie is over
I’m thinking
About the characters.
I really did like that movie.

I know it was just a character
Not me.

Then who am I?
Lost without a fixed state.

I would be nothing
Without this body, money
This car or home.

Homeless without a room.
Leaves me feeling empty and all alone
Fear takes over
I cannot tolerate this feeling.

I run and hide,
Escape into alcohol, drugs, sex,
Anything to elevate this feeling
Like I am about die.

I can choose to ride this wave.
Hold onto the moment.
Ground myself in the tingling in my toes.

Soon the wave subsides.
I’m a little closer to
Letting go
Of this attachment
To the body and old.

Coming Into Wholeness

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COMING INTO WHOLENESS

@ A Spiritual Retreat

I’ve come to the awareness

Of where I am,

How I got here,

The decision I made.

The actions I took.

I accept my life.

 

My words

Have come from a place

Inside of me.

I accept my life.

 

My experiences

Have been my choice.

I accept my life.

 

Every word

Every deed

The stories I told myself

I am responsible for.

I accept my life.

 

I’ve taken the task of

Coming to this life.

Every obstacle,

A test.

To bring me to the

Awareness of the Self.

A nature that has been

Silent in the background.

Watching,

Listening,

Observing,

Experiencing,

Everything thing in life.

The joy,

The sorrow,

The heartache,

Is complete!

I accept my life.

 

I take the lead

And guide me to…

Wholeness.

Acceptance.

Compassion for myself.

I love and accept my life!

 

Sun Gazing

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The Heart

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I lived with this deep, dark cavern
In the depths of my soul
A vastness that would never be filled.

Like traveling around the globe
Looking for something,
Anything,
That would fill the void.

Filled it with sex.
A pleasure
That was
Ravenous,
Insatiable.

An appetite
For danger,
Unprotected.
Destroyer of happiness.

Caught in a vortex spinning,
Out of control.

Searching for a life vest
In the middle of the ocean.

Drifting on a current
Tossed and turned.

Propelled to the
Middle of the ocean.
Drowning in a
Pool of desire
That would never be filled.

Loneliness consumed
Happiness.

So adrift
On an
Island.
Alone.

Many moons have appeared
Then disappeared.
Many seasons have changed.

Trends have come and gone
Money has reappeared.

Left is a heart broken opened
Seeping
Till it had nothing left.

So it begins to heal itself
From the inside.

Closing the wounds
Applying temporary bandages
Just for some relief.

Until the heart
Has a steady beat
“Put Your Finger on the Pulse
and Feel the Beat,
The Rhythm of Life.”

A path of peace, love and joy
Is the way this heart
Has decided to live.

Knowing desires brings,
Both joy and pain.
Inseparable
Like a fish and water.

Looking from a distance
At the hurt,
Releasing the pain.

A little at a time.
Like squeezing the heart.
Letting the pain ooze out.

Each day a little brighter,
Each moment
Fills a tiny space.

Until the heart is full.
And can rest.
Each day a bit stronger.
No longer searching outside itself
for Happiness.

Embrace The Way

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Embrace the Way

During my morning meditation,

I lay underneath my blankets.

Breath enters through my nose,

And exit by way of my mouth.

Cucumbers refresh my eyes.

My mind is akin to…

Fast roadways roaming,

Thru mid-morning trade.

My life stretches out in front of me.

Like words floating in mid-air.

I turn and observe

From an expansive viewpoint,

Yet sorrow commands my eye.

It has put down roots,

Walls and a roof,

Filled the room with sadness.

Emotions pushed to the extreme

Creates an opening,

That has let light in.

I thrust past the pain,

Into the vast morning sky,

Scattering teardrops,

That fall.

Flowers grow

Where once were only weeds.

Thriving amidst

 The unforgiving truths

That had been part of my life.

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Writing as a Practice of Mindfulness

A sort of remembering of a past experience.
This time with detached emotions,
Through the lens of an adult who stepped back into the past to recover a memory that had shaped her life.

It was-like browsing through a picture album of the mind seeing a distorted image of a life lived; from on top of the mountain; into the deepest valley, only to return to the same spot from which I had begun.

Holding onto that image of a little girl sitting all alone, with the innocence of a new born.
Caused undue stress and strain on the body. Now fifty years later has taken hold.

Fifty years ago Pamala sat and tried to make sense of what she was experiencing.
Words eluded her.

She only had a feeing that she could accurately describes,
Which etched itself onto the soft confines of her mind;
It was a seed planted in fertile ground.

As the seed took hold and began to grow;
Unaware Pamala feed it fear, loneliness and unworthiness,

Experience proved her right.
As she continued to hold onto this image like a covering for her loneliness.

She tried to comfort herself.
Only her tiny arms could not fully embrace her whole self.

She was left feeling empty.
Never would her belly be full.
She never knew that she was always whole and complete.

Feeling empty was a falsehood that she told herself and was determined to make real.

So began the process of creating a life
Experience shaped her mind; fear filled her heart.
Her soul continued to search for a resting place.
A quiet spot to call her own.

Glimpses of a life would appear
Only to be covered over with the Karma she created each time she told herself thelie.

The lie shrouded her truth.
The ache in her heart grew stronger pounding her head until the mind shut down and went into hibernation.

Down a deep dark cavern she sunk.
With no light Pamala wandered for many years trying to find a way out.

Shrouded in darkness forced me to look within for a source of light.