You have twirled into a wall; what of it?

You have twirled into a wall; what of it?  Twirl some more, left, right, up, down.  Perspective, my beloveds, that is the key.  A different perspective is what I attempted to teach.  It is not difficult; it is so simple it is overlooked.

 

I have hit a wall; there must be a different direction.  I feel loneliness, I feel empty, I feel despondent.  Who has not said such a thing in their tenure here on this green Earth?  These are samples, in the purest sense, of life.  The beginning of the end; the end of the beginning: phases.  The passing of one consciousness into a more exalted consciousness.  There is so much we can do when we take off the blinders.

 

To you who bump into the dervishes that are your teachers, who run into such a wall, I say: What is wall spelled backwards?  Law. 

 

The law is that we cannot go beyond before we go through and understand what we have, so that we do not keep repeating such mundane lessons.  It does not feel good, but it is wonderful to jump from one precipice to the next.  It is all good and everything will be alright.

Shams of Tabriz

Why do we as a people ostracize joy?

Why do we as a people ostracize joy?  Why do we reject the overt, infinite, comforting love that is and emanates from the one?  Who stood before me, who stands within me as within thee?

Before I came to the base of the mount, before I laid my hand on your back, offered you comfort and friendship, before the oceans turned blue, before the stars whispered of hope, there was one that was in my place.  Who was this one?

You shall not cast your jewels into the abyss.  And you shall not give your gifts to the darkness.  You stand now with me and with those greater still.  Can you, my children, feel the many hands upon your back?
Jesus

Life is either too dry, too wet, too fast or too boring

Life is either too dry, too wet, too fast or too boring.  How often does a soul feel the contentment every moment provides, or better put, is capable of?  We may as well ride into the sunset seeking for some magical mystical answer that will turn our life around.

What brings forward the fruit and bread of life is the recognition of every moment and what we do, how we think and perform and acquit ourselves therein.  It is a journey that begins and meanders towards many mountains, and so few believe themselves capable of scaling such a peak, yet nothing could be further from the truth.

The world of illusion is woven together with the thread of limitation.  It is not that it is so strong—limitation, that is.  It is just the acceptance that is strong.  Where would we be, the race of humanity, without the handful of brave souls that forded the river and crossed the ocean of limitation?  I believe we would be where most everyone is, lost, clinging and rife with blame and irresponsibility.

So where does that leave us, my beloveds?  It leaves us with the eyeglass that focuses within and brings into clarity and understanding the concept that is the Christ, the soul, the still, small voice.  The world will provide you no respite when you become the spelunker of your own inner world, you know this.  Your small mind will kick and scream and convince you of weakness and indecision.

Shams used to say to me, “Life and its tribulation, in all of its drama is not so big as you would have it be.”  And that is where the big picture comes in.  What is your big picture?  Is it your career?  Is it wealth?  Or is it God?  God, come into my life in every breath, every thought, every action.  I used to say that, I still do.  Why don’t you try it?
Rumi

I would bring you into my world to show you all that you do not see in yours

I would bring you into my world to show you all that you do not see in yours.  Oh the majesty!  The quickening!  The joy!  The unabashed unattachments!

 

Why do you carry around such anchors?  Look!  You are not some relic or edifice of times past and bygone.  You are the vibrant Christ of every moment.  You are the family of God!  So why go to the sea of life and sink?

 

Stretch the muscles of your Godhood and push at every corner because you are learning what I learned: You cannot be stopped!

 

Shams

If I were to say to you, let go, what would that mean?

If I were to say to you, let go, what would that mean?  Let it all go; fall where it may.  Could you do that?

-Depends on what you’re talking about, Shams.

Does it really?  Do not you think that God knows where things are to fall perhaps a bit better than you do?  I mean, correct me if I’m wrong, but God created the earth, and you walk upon it.  Perhaps that is not fair, but you get the point.

What I’m saying here: the great depth, width, breadth of the inner mind, the heart mind knows what “we” do not.  “We,” being the small mind, the need to be someone, something, some definition of success or victim.

Everyone here, where I am with Rumi, beloved Jesus, the Masters, we all learned how to let go.  We all made a choice.  Attachment, as the great Buddha says, is the weight of the world.  Release is the abolition of resistance.  So where, my darlings, does your resistance lie?  Worry?  Fear?  Where?  We must recognize this resistance before we send it from whence it came, that way we have learned.

-Oh Shams, you are so obscure.  What are you saying?

I’m saying that there is no penalty in doing what you love and staying there.  We are not created as a swing unless we choose somebody’s ass to sit upon us, as many of us do.

Observe your limitations, beloveds.  When life seems too small, create it bigger.  When all would close in on you, rise up, become 10 feet tall.  There is nothing in this world that can scare you unless you choose to be scared.  There is too much goodness to do.
Shams

The sound of the heart beating, is that purely primal?

The sound of the heart beating, is that purely primal?  Feet across stones, is that cause for pain?  From which eye do you view life?  Do you think from the mind and speak from the heart or vice versa?  Where is everything you believe yourself not to be?  When you are at peace you are with me.  When you are in turmoil you are even more with me.  Choose love.  Eternally, choose love. 
Buddha

When we speak of the devil, of what actually do we speak?

When we speak of the devil, of what actually do we speak?  A being?  A soul?  A curse?

I am bedeviled; he or she bedeviled me; that one has the devil in him.  I have come to know the devil as the prince of fear.  Every soul that enters your world is almost certainly introduced to the devil, and that usually begins at home with family.  The devil takes many forms: beguilement, bewilderment, anger, rage, resentment.  Each of these is a piece of the wardrobe that fear utilizes. 

There was a great long time ago an angel that came upon your world.  This magnificent angel had a counterpart, another radiant star.  This experiment called Earth could not be as it is without the balance, the dedication and commitment of these great angels.  Each anchors a half of wholeness, one darkness, the illusion of; and one light, the truth.

This world of duality is important because the soul that aspires to the greatness of God, the homecoming, begins its lesson in such a place, in what might be called the lower realms, the worlds of illusion.  By the grace of almighty God is every soul in your green Earth blessed with free will, free choice. 

Bear in mind, beloveds, the light of God, the seed of God, the radiance of God did not and has never created pain, suffering, evil.  While being human we have all done such a thing by ourselves.   How can one bind someone’s vision of an all-expansive God?  Simple: utilize fear.  Make somebody afraid and they are controllable, malleable, indecisive. There is no escaping that truth, to overcome such a malady we must stand tall and be responsible for our part, active or placid. 

This thing called the devil is still important in your world.  It is the final hurdle, if you will.  It lives because it is given permission, it is given power, it is given strength, it is endowed with and exudes the tool of fear.  The devil is not the great angel that came upon this world and anchored the illusion of darkness.  It is rather the result of a race consciously or unconsciously separating itself from its creator.  There are great benevolent beings working on behalf of love, attempting to heal and patch this separation before it goes too far.

Remember that everything, every thought is a choice, and if your thoughts are other than love, then so will you enlist the aid of illusion, will you encounter the devil that is fear.  Doing nothing is a choice, choosing ignorance is a choice, feigning indifference is a choice.  But how many would stake their claim to their birthright, face to face with the prince of fear?

Eventually we all must.  The prince wears many faces, many masks, so one must ask oneself, what mask do I wear today?  Am I who the world wants to see?  Am I an idea, an ideal, a façade?  Or am I the child of God in every way, okay the way I am? 

My children, the choices are constant, but they are simple: I am of God, as God, in God, always and in all ways.
Rumi

Not so long ago I said people, yes, people are the true flowers of life

Not so long ago I said people, yes, people are the true flowers of life.  And God is the field, and God is the sky, and God is the sun, and God is why I dance.  Oh, Rumi sees God in me, and I can only say that is good because it is who I am, and you must remember, my children, it is who you are.

There is deceit in your world, the diabolical, the catastrophic, the deadly, the evil.  And then there is the heart and the angel and the mercy.  Some would call it the rapture; I might call it the song and dance of love.

What do we do with this blessing?  Where does it fit in our life?  An hour here, a short walk there, a thought or two before dinner…  Or do we live it as who truly we are?  There is no sense to life without it.  We become aimless, wandering.

I say to you, remember who you are.  Bodies are beautiful, wonderful even.  They teach and offer us much.  But it is the jewel beneath that refracts the life of God into what one might call living.
Shams of Tabriz