Posts Tagged ‘truth’

Speaking One’s Mind . . .

Speaking one’s mind is one thing. Speaking truthfully is altogether a different thing. The mind cannot know what is greater and grander than itself; it is from there that speaking truthfully originates. Speaking truthfully is not about content; it is not about POVs and beliefs and positions and arguments and justifications and rationalizations and finger-pointing and fear-mongering and saber-rattling. That is mind. Speaking truthfully originates in awareness itself, in silence, in that which observes the mind from a distance greater than what can be measured. And yet, that which observes the mind is closer than one’s breath, one’s flesh and bones, one’s synapses, even one’s soul. As far from the mind as this awareness is, at the same time it is closer to us than can be measured. This might seem paradoxical. It is, and it isn’t.

This is because Existence, or reality, is layered: dimension upon dimension upon dimension. Speaking truthfully comes from awareness, from silence — and these are so far from the mind that the distance cannot be measured. And yet, awareness and silence are closer to us than can be measured. In the same way, the distance between what mind can understand and perceive and what awareness and silence can understand and perceive cannot be measured. Speaking truthfully is the drumbeat that keeps time for Existence.

Speaking truthfully is the primordial intelligence, the mastermind of creation, expressing itself.

I know how to heal the world. I’ve known for 40 years.

I know how to heal the world. I’ve known for 40 years. It’s simple but I don’t know if we’ll do it. I don’t know if it’s possible since it seems we prefer being sick, wounded, hungry and angry. I’m not giving up though.

Here’s a bit of backstory.

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Forty years ago, I was living in an ashram in India. One morning around 5:30, I walked out of the kitchen where I had been cleaning and cutting fruits and vegetables for the communal lunch. The sun was just rising above mountain ridge across the valley. Entering the main courtyard, I decided to sit for a while on a concrete planter that enclosed several coconut trees. I fell very silent.

We might normally associate silence with not talking, or the absence of noise or the atmosphere in a forest. It’s all these but it’s also more. Silence is a syrup—a very delicate syrup—that mysteriously yet palpably flows through all living things everywhere, through all of existence. It’s a quantum level sap that gives life to all things everywhere. We might call it prana (breath) or shakti (primordial life force). (more…)

Hey Mama: I am free, I am free — oh, I AM FREE!

In Speaking Truthfully masterclasses and private mentoring sessions, I often talk about how to free ourselves from past decisions and influences that interfere in speaking our truth now, in this moment, with courage and confidence. I suggested to Shaylin Rose-Green that she write a letter to her mother, saying now what she might have said in a previous time, had she been able to. Now, she is able to. With her permission, I am posting her musings on freedom and the letter she wrote to her mama, which I find extremely beautiful, moving, and powerful. The freedom Shay is claiming is palpable, it’s real, it’s now and it’s just so rockin’! (As Shaylin is an Aussie, I have retained the “English” spelling of certain words, instead of using “American” spelling.) 

Shaylin Rose-Green

Shaylin Rose-Green

Freedom

Freedom, what does it mean to you? Is it walking on a crowded beach in a bikini, never having to work again because money will always be covered, feeling free in your body, never having to worry about your kids because you know they will be happy and healthy, being able to read a book and having a cup of tea in the bath and taking as long as you want? (more…)

What Makes a Well-Lived Life?

Melbourne, Australia. December 20th, 2009.

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That’s where and when I began a month-long solitary retreat. Something I could only name as “irresistible force” was pulling me inward and away from the outside world of my work and social calendar. I disconnected from everyone and everything. I disappeared from the world. I began what was to become a profound journey of reflection, release, and renewal.

One day, my eyes closed. Shortly after, they opened, but I was no longer in my home in Melbourne; I was sitting on the banks of the Ganges river in the ancient city of Varanasi. I was at one of the several burning ghats, stone steps where hundreds of cremations occur every day, with bodies placed on wooden pyres, set alight with ghee, while priests chant sacred mantras. There I was, in some astral form, sitting quietly, taking it in.

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